My life can't be a harem game!

"No, that's not what I meant. Don't misunderstand me!"

He found that the way people looked at him suddenly changed, so he screamed and tried to save his image, but he was only greeted by a chubby little hand. He turned around and saw a fat otaku's face... This was not insulting at all, because no one in the class knew this guy's real name. They only knew that his nickname was Fat Otaku, and he was a member of the most pathetic group in the school...

"What do you want to do? Ask me a question?"

The fat guy shook his head.

"Is there something going on in class?"

The fat guy shook his head again.

and many more......

The man with glasses, who thought he was smart, had a bad idea. Before he could deny the possibility in his mind, a beautifully made flyer with the words "FFF Group, DFK Group - Recruiting Comrades" printed on it was held in front of him.

"The DFK group has good benefits, and the FFF group is more professional. We can guarantee that all three meals on the activity day are included, plus afternoon desserts, and we will give you a free voodoo doll that works every time, specifically for cursing the scumbag who stole your girlfriend."

His mouth moved as fast as a machine gun, and a long string of words came out of the fat otaku's mouth. He mentioned again and again about the benefits and treatment after joining the group, as if there was no limit at all.

"Brother, we are both DTs. If you join the group now, as a small cadre, I will give you 1T of seeds. You can choose any type, such as wives, little loli, black stockings, nurses, flight attendants, policewomen... Now, are you interested in joining our DFK group?"

You're saying this at a time like this!?

His eyes suddenly became erratic, and the man with glasses looked away, looking at the students nearby. Their eyes were so mocking. Some hot girls in the class were even quite open and kept rubbing their hands up and down under their skirts, asking him with lip language, "Do you want me to help you LU?"

NO——! ! !

Without any defense or worry, his world collapsed!

Just when the bespectacled man who used to be a good student collapsed, the fat guy returned to his seat silently, and reluctantly shrugged at Ze Zhiyue who was sitting next to him...

"If I change to another time and place, it should be fine."

"This is not a matter of time and place, okay? Not everyone can accept what you have."

"Tsk, that sounds nice, but you just don't know how hard we've been going."

Finding that the fat otaku was still unaware, Ze Zhiyue could only shake his head helplessly and sat down in his seat, looking at Lu Fengxian, who was less than two meters away, with extremely gentle eyes... to be more precise, Lu Fengxian, who was half asleep and half awake.

Once again, with Ze Zhiyue's strong hand, he returned to the classroom. This time, he returned in a similar way to the last time. He did not attract anyone's attention. Most people would focus their attention on those guys who were dressed up in fancy clothes and thought they were as gorgeous as peacocks, but they did not realize that they were actually as vulgar as pheasants.......

The effect of the publicity is not good, but it is quite good. While pursuing quantity and quality, the media exposure can keep up. In just a few days, the originally unknown hero "Wuming" suddenly attracted the attention of the public and successfully...

Even the class time couldn't stop Lu Fengxian's mood. He tilted his body without leaving any trace, and an ordinary flip phone appeared in his hand. Along with the pre-set live broadcast timer, a fat and bloated man in a white suit appeared on the phone, standing on a high platform, giving his speech angrily. The banner hanging behind him read "Resolutely resist individual heroism, that is not justice, it is violence and harm!" silently indicating his position.

"Here, I, the chief of the Northwest City Police Department, on behalf of the Northwest City officials, clearly state to everyone that such behavior is illegal and does not abide by discipline. It is too obvious that they are acting in a personal heroic way. For such illegal and undocumented criminals, I hope everyone will report them immediately and do not allow the illegal arrogance to expand!"

With tears in his eyes, he enumerated the impacts of civilians secretly acting as heroes, and kept stressing the two things of "breaking the law" and "harming the people". Before he finally stepped off the stage, he used a handkerchief to wipe the sweat off his fat cheeks while bowing to all the audience. Even if it was all pretense, he did a great job of saving face...

Ordinary people might believe these words, but as a person who has experienced the land, Lu Fengxian can still clearly see the simplicity and hospitality of the residents of Northwest City at that time. However, now it has become a garbage city with hooligans everywhere, hooligans as many as dogs, gang leaders are hard to get involved with, and evil and justice are hard to distinguish... Such a city must be cleaned up!"

"I am evil? I am not righteous? Since you have said so much, it will soon be my turn. I will play with you."

Just as Lu Fengxian was muttering to himself, a figure appeared in front of the school gate again after a long absence...

"I'm back, Fengxian."

In the sunlight, there seemed to be a devil wandering in those pink eyes.

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ps; Is it because I have been too busy recently that my mind has fallen into a period of fatigue? [Confused Lolita]

74. Inadvertently, I fell deeper and deeper

What is justice?

What is doing evil?

This is destined to be an unsolved mystery. Until now, many people have been arguing and debating about this matter, because the two words "justice" and "evil" can often determine the nature of a matter.

What does it mean to do good and what does it mean to do evil?

Helping others is called doing good, and bullying others is called doing evil.

But this is ultimately based on the majority as the criterion, the minority obeys the majority, if it cannot live in harmony with the majority, then it must be evil...

"So, all we need is to kill this so-called hero in the womb."

In a meeting room on a high floor in Northwest City, a capable middle-aged man smiled and turned his tablet computer to face everyone present. At the same time, a densely packed list of so-called plans appeared behind him.

More than ten minutes ago, everyone here was still arguing about the boring matter of how to get rid of the unknown hero. Northwest City is very large, with many people. Once the criminal incidents are reduced, the interests of far more than ten people will be harmed, including the dozens of people present.

Drug trade, slave population movement, underground casinos, even the Northwest City Supervisory Bureau was affected... Because although the protection fee was collected, it did not fulfill the "protection" obligation. Their credibility and the protection fee paid by the gangs next month were affected. A large number of bosses said that if the hero Wuming was still in the industry, they would be threatened at all times, so they had to invest a higher commission in security...

Bullshit commissions.

In this regard, the director wanted to curse but couldn't. After all, the so-called protection fee was just for him not to arrest them. Once he said it, it would be a complete fall out. He didn't think he would lose, but the cunning gangster bosses would inevitably have some evidence in their hands. If they let it out, something big would definitely happen...

For this reason, he has been racking his brains recently, trying hard and applying through various channels, hoping that a team specializing in high-combat talents will suddenly appear in District 13, and severely condemn his behavior on TV, asking the people to work together to kill him... No, they should resist this illegal violent behavior.

Extravagant hopes are just extravagant hopes. First, District 13 was not bored enough to specially form a strong fighting force. Then, seeing the condemnation of itself on the Internet, it chose to support Heroes Without Name. In the end, it heard the news of this meeting here and was invited to come here...

I was quite happy when I heard that there was a plan to deal with that nameless bastard, but something was not right afterwards. Instead of telling the content of the plan right away, the person who proposed the plan stood up and said with a smile, "My plan requires the full assistance of a certain guest present. I sincerely hope that he can give me an accurate answer."

The confident tone made the atmosphere in the room suddenly surge.

"Damn, if there is such a method, I would be the first to support it. Thanks to that guy who hit our customers with a club, there has been no club for several days. The girl's bottom has broken the dam and is flooding the paddy fields."

The one who was speaking was a woman with almond-shaped eyes, a charming figure, and a very sexy look. Her breasts were as big as E cups, and when she walked, she moved her butt left and right, which made all the male creatures present very angry.

"Haha, fuck, Empress Qianjiao is really a person of temperament. It's also that guy's fault. He actually set my medicine warehouse on fire. I caught him and asked me to feed him a pot of medicine first, so that he would be neither alive nor dead!"

"That's right. My casino was closed down by that Wuming. He beat up all my men and called the police. It's simply..."

Hearing these rather ominous words, a certain director suddenly broke out in a sweat. He vaguely realized who these guys were talking about, and was about to turn around and leave, but was stopped by several people.

"Commander, where are you going?"

"Yeah, yeah, stay a little longer and chat."

"How did you find me?!"

The last sentence was said by the director who thought he was a good disguise. Little did he know that after he said this, the people opposite him immediately showed a look of "Are you stupid?" Even if the black industry is very profitable, a fat man like you who has to run with a belly full of fat just needs to put on some fake beards?

We are not blind, understand?

"Haha, Director, you are so graceful and elegant. We should certainly admire you." Holding back the urge to vomit, the female owner of the brothel shamelessly praised him.

The middle-aged man standing on the stage was trembling with fear for his intelligence. He explained, "Even though it's not a registered system, we can still feel the righteous aura in you."

"Just like the sun in the dark night, we, the law-abiding citizens, have been waiting for your words. Slurp~~~" said the gangster, who had a python tattoo on his face, half naked, holding a long sharp knife and licking the blade.

...Ugh. Ugh.

Having been in the dark world for a long time, leaving aside other things, the mental endurance of all those present who want to kill Wuming is several times higher than that of ordinary people. No matter how happy they are in their hearts, they will not show it on their faces.

"Yes, that's right..."

The shock on his fat face faded slightly. Perhaps he was overly encouraged. His face flushed a little, and his tone changed from the initial doubt to calmness. He gently took out a cigarette from his trouser pocket with his slightly trembling hands, and then...

"Please." A man with a rather ferocious look lit the cigarette with a lighter.

I took a deep puff of this exquisite cigarette, the soft taste with a slight coolness... If I only had a fixed salary, I would never be able to afford this level of cigarettes. I have several mistresses to support, and several of them want to buy other luxury goods recently. Fortune and wealth are sought in danger. The brave will die of overeating and the timid will die of starvation. I...

"What do you need me to do? Also, how much can you give?" He was not a fool. He calmly asked the only question he could ask in his current position. He had already thought about it. If he couldn't refuse, he might as well just make a big profit in one go.

"The Director is really a man of temperament." The man was not surprised by his attitude. This was a normal human reaction. To casually decide on something that might result in death was overestimating human endurance. "Haha, of course I can give a lot, and Director, don't look like a dead person. The deal between us was negotiated on the basis of absolute fairness. What I really need you to do is just a very small thing." The indifference in his words did not sound fake.

The fat face was full of smiles, and the director's face was full of smiles, "No matter how small it is, you still need me to do it, right?"

"Of course." He did not make any excuses for this. The reason why the other party had to do it specifically was naturally because the other party was unfortunate. Otherwise, anyone who could be found on the street could do it and there would be no need for him.

"Can you tell me in detail?"

"Well, it's probably something like the unknown hero robbing pedestrians on the street and you need to contact the newspaper to report it."

"What did you say? Wuming suddenly robbed pedestrians. Are you really... are you serious? Do you want to?"

"Yes, just as you thought. Since that nameless person likes to hide his head and show his tail, then we will do as he wishes. After that, we just need to wreak havoc, and now the so-called nameless hero will become a nameless villain."

"This, this is too... What if he continues to ruin our plans?"

"Then we need you, Director, to show up on TV..."

".....Do you want me to publicly offer a bounty for him?"

"This is a stupid idea. You can invite him, the real him, and tell him that you know it's a trick and want him to come out and discuss important things together..."

It's true that the fat director is not a great man, but his big head is not for nothing, and they are not fools. They can test the other party's bottom line and thoughts in just a few words.

Actually, at first glance, it sounds like the risk is quite low and the feasibility is very high. But from another perspective, it seems a bit strange. After all, if it is just a simple appearance on TV, it is not something that can be done by just myself. Other people are also new. Why must I be chosen?... I cannot agree to this easily. I always feel that there is something strange everywhere.

"This is roughly the amount you will be paid."

While he was hesitating, the man in charge of the proposal also smiled and held up three fingers, indicating that his price was this...

so much--!?

"I want four..."

His voice couldn't stop trembling, and he stretched out his four fat fingers, indicating that the price was not enough. In fact, three was already a very scary number for him. How could he have the chance to operate on four?

I never expected that the other party nodded and agreed without even a second's pause.

"Okay, just as you say." He held the fat hands smoothly and said with a big laugh. At the same time, the people around him clapped their hands one by one, as happy as they could be, as if the solution to Hero Wuming was already lying in front of them and they only needed a knife to solve the problem.

Eh? Eh! ?

Never thought such a large number could be agreed, the obese director did not react until he was escorted out of the conference room and put into the car. He turned his head and looked at the building. The only thing he could see was the setting sun slowly going down the stairs. The orange-red sunlight dyed the large patches of clouds in the sky red, like a poem or a painting...

Looking at such a beautiful scenery, I don't know why I couldn't feel happy at all, until I finally sighed deeply and sat back down...

"May God help me."

Sincere prayers rang out in the car as it kept moving forward. Logically speaking, such a perfect plan should be foolproof, but at this moment, the fat director still felt uneasy in his heart.

From a high angle, the car was driving very slowly, until it completely disappeared. In the conference room at the top of the high-rise building, a man who had just been chatting and laughing with the fat man pulled the curtains with a cold face, then sat in front of the computer, looking at the empty conference room, wondering what he was thinking.

It was not just the fat director who was sent back. Other people were sent back as well. The originally bustling meeting room suddenly became silent and deserted. The soundproofing material made it so quiet that even the sound of the heartbeat made people crazy.

"What a fool you are."

He muttered to himself, and at the same time, the shadow area beside his feet kept squirming. A black creature similar to a humanoid opened its red eyes and asked, "Why? Didn't he sign a high-security agreement with you?"

"That's safe in your opinion?"

"Isn't it?"

The voice was vague and contained a hint of doubt. He had heard the previous discussion, but he really couldn't understand why the other party could be called an idiot.

"No." He smiled and turned his head away.

"Why? You are not going to fulfill your contract?" The shadow trembled vaguely, and after thinking, he proposed the most likely possibility, "I don't think it's good."

"No, no, no. As the one who initiated the agreement, I will absolutely comply with the contract. It's just... I'm not sure whether he will be alive and well by that time." He shook his index finger gracefully.

"Can't survive?" The phantom was curious.

"Yes, so-called humans are very selfish and boring. They don't know how to think from other people's perspectives. There is no love without reason in this world, and there is no hatred without reason. The fact that the so-called Wuming is constantly destroying those illegal things proves that there is a reason why he must disappear."

"The fact that no money was stolen from the overturned place proves that the other party is not after money, so it is very likely that he wants fame, and he needs fame for some reason." His smile became more and more evil. "It is really unwise to invite trouble. Since that idiot is willing to offend someone we dare not offend for money, just give him money. He just follows the methods and means of that nameless person. I just hope he doesn't die too ugly."

The extremely clear explanation made the black shadow instantly understand the intrigues. With red eyes full of apology, he lowered his body and said, "I see... Lord Prolang, you are worthy of me. It was I, Meng Lang, who suspected that you wanted to break the contract. Please forgive me."

"Don't be so reserved. We are all from the same clan, so of course I know the importance of keeping promises. After all—"

The man named Prolan squinted his eyes and turned his head. His eyes were like shining rubies reflecting light. His sharp light perception ability allowed him to feel the beauty outside even with the curtains half-drawn. The fierce battle in his memory was still vivid as if it happened yesterday.

"The greatest strength of us demons is that we keep our promises..."

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ps; Lolita control can be motivated by blades, monthly tickets, interstitial posts, etc., try harder! [Angry face]

75. Long time no see, Fengxian

——In a classroom in the second grade of Amano Castle Ninth Middle School in District 13.