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"My waist, my waist..."

She kept wailing like this, and the sound of pain echoed in the alley. Fortunately, there was no one nearby. If there was, there would most likely be another epic drama of identifying the 'criminal'.

"Old man, are you okay?"

He turned his head, his attention drawn to him. The voice was as harsh as the friction of a magnet, but the concern in it was genuine.

"It's okay, it's okay, but my old bones are no longer durable. I was scared just now and my heart is pounding. Home is still a long way from here. I don't know if I can walk back."

The gray-haired old lady frowned in pain and said this. As she spoke, she tried to prop herself up from the ground with her hands, but failed every time. It seemed that something was wrong with her body because of the fall...

After watching her actions in silence for a long time, the man in red cheongsam standing next to her sighed, stepped forward and helped the old lady up.

"Where is your home? I'll take you back."

The voice was still hoarse and low, but it made the old lady overjoyed, and she quickly thanked him, "Thank you so much, young man."

"It's just a piece of cake." The fox mask was white and was in a dark environment. From the old lady's perspective, she could not see anything except a flash of light...

Afterwards, they supported the injured old lady and kept walking along the route she had said, and time slowly passed.

At the seventeenth minute of walking, he found that the area he was in was becoming more and more remote. Even in the northwest city full of unfinished buildings, it seemed particularly desolate. He couldn't help but speak.

"Where is this? Where is your home?"

His voice was still low, but with a hint of uneasiness, and he vaguely felt that something was wrong.

Sure enough, within a few seconds after he asked the question, the old lady who was weakly supporting his arm smiled slyly and jumped back. She didn't look like a 70 or 80-year-old woman at all, but more like a young person, and a particularly strong one...

"What is this?" He hesitated.

Seeing his reaction, the old lady laughed even more happily, "Haha, it turns out that all heroes are idiots. Haven't you reacted yet?"

"!?" He sensed something keenly and raised his head.

Then, in this place that should have been deserted, people with ferocious smiles on their faces kept walking out from every corner, staring at the man in the red cheongsam with an impatient look on their faces.

There were seven or eight people, all of them, without exception, holding long machine guns in their hands, and about the same age as those who came in from outside. Without exception, they bowed to the old lady and called her the "big sister". Even though her hair was gray and her face was covered with wrinkles like old orange peel, she had no objection to the title and shook her head proudly. She didn't look like an old person at all and seemed to deserve a beating.

In fact, she had the right to be complacent. After all, she had done everything from the deception to the current ambush, and the chance of failure was infinitely close to zero percent.

"Big sister, this idiot has been completely controlled by us. What should we do next?"

After forming a semi-encirclement situation and pointing all the guns at the nameless hero standing in the center, a short man with a rat-like face among the people who rushed in approached the old lady and reported this, his words and actions seeming quite humble.

"How to do?"

The old lady's eyes showed a strong murderous intent that did not match her appearance. Although she knew what she should change next, she was still not in a hurry. After licking her dry lips gently, she shouted loudly to the half-surrounded "Wuming", "Tell me, great hero, what do you think we should do?"

On the surface, she looked pretty good, but both her exaggerated movements and the mockery in her eyes proved what she really thought. She just wanted to tease him.

However, what he never expected was that in the face of the current situation, he actually thought seriously about the old lady's words, pointed his index finger directly at the people surrounding him, "I think you, you, you..."

He pointed here and there, and more than half of the dozen people were pointed at by his fingers. Finally, he gently put down his hands, looked at them, and spoke seriously.

"Put down your guns, and surrender to the Northwest City Police Station. For those who are obviously disabled, forget about it. I will pretend I didn't see it..."

Um... Um... Eh! ?

Even though most of the people present had experienced bloody storms, they were still stunned and took a long time to react. Especially the few "disabled people" who were not pointed out by him opened their mouths in disbelief, and their eyes rolled up. How ignorant is this guy! ?

He actually regarded the trendy one-eye makeup and some of the limbs and external weapons as disabilities! ?

"Hahahaha!"

Just when everyone was speechless, the old lady sitting on the Diaoyutai laughed arrogantly. Her laughter was unpleasant, as harsh as the cry of a crow, and the words that came out of her mouth did not sound like what an old person should say.

"It seems that you are not only a righteous fool, but also a mentally ill idiot. Use your eyes to see how many people you have and how many people we have? Maybe you have some real skills, but we have guns!"

In the end, the old lady spoke each word one by one with great rhythm, just like beating a drum, awakening all the younger brothers who were confused by her wild words.

"Yeah, you crazy idiot, we have guns. Do you want us to surrender?"

"You're not here to make fun of me, are you?"

"Being a hero and being stupid should be talking about you again, right?"

Dirty words kept coming out, the top beam is not straight, the bottom beam is crooked, as the subordinates of the old woman who spews shit, these men are naturally better than their master, and each of them is familiar with dirty words, especially in this situation, he dares to ask him to surrender even though he has the upper hand... It's so funny!!!

"So-called 'unknown' heroes are only this good. I thought you'd been snatched away long ago after I got the news of that bounty mission after playing for a few days, but you're still here. God is really blessing me!"

No longer pretending to be a frail old woman, the old woman who had screamed loudly in the dark alley stood up, tore off her clothes, revealing her strong muscle curves. As a sixty-year-old woman, she was called the big sister by these young men for a reason. Although she was old, as a warrior, her experience and actual combat effectiveness were far stronger than those young men.

She stepped directly into her thick-soled leather boots, which rubbed against the ground with a creaking sound. The peaceful and kind old lady squinted her eyes and pulled away the crutch that she used to support her body, revealing the sharp sword inside.

"If I can give your head to the princess of the demi-human race for such a small amount of money, it will definitely be equivalent to owing me a favor. A hero with a mental problem in exchange for a worry-free life for the next half of my life? It's worth it!"

One hundred thousand Asian currency is about the same as the current powerful country, the American Empire. Although it is different from a country, due to the racial strength of the Asian race, the ratio of Asian currency may be higher, but at most it is only tens of millions of District 13 currency, which is not worth much at all. At this time when human life is the least valuable and the most valuable, it is not worth it...

But if it were another situation, it would be completely different, such as now, the sign put up by the so-called princess.

The meaning on the sign is very simple, that is, the reward is far more than the 100,000 Asian coins on the surface, there are many other things, and the most precious thing is the friendship of the princess of the Asian ghost race...

The debt of favor is the most difficult debt to repay in the world. Many times, even if you think you have done enough, others may think you are not sincere enough or good enough.

The higher his position, the more valuable his favors are. After all, unlike those of smaller people, favors of big people symbolize more than just friendship between the two parties. It also symbolizes reputation and other aspects. If you are not sincere enough and let the outside world know that you never repay favors, the storm of public opinion alone can easily create a rift between you and the forces that want to cooperate with you.

The friendship of the demi-humans is extremely precious, and the debt of favor of the demi-humans is a priceless treasure. The small, ordinary demi-humans can only get a few thousand demi-human coins at most from there, but it is completely different in the royal family. What they can symbolize is not only personal, but more likely the power of a race.

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The most direct example is the story of the heroes defeating the demons with the help of demi-humans thousands of years ago. If we only look at the consumption of military postures, there is not much difference. Demi-humans eat so much, and humans also need to increase their consumption...

But the question is, is that the time to calculate military expenses?

It has been mentioned before that the demons are not only stronger than humans, they are so powerful that when compared with the sub-humans, except for a few special races, they can suppress the rest.

The so-called favors were gained from the strongest male competition. No one knew what the hero did, let alone what price he paid. In short, the demi-humans fought with all their might, and finally defeated the demons with the cooperation of humans and them, and officially became the largest force in the world. The remaining humans did not fight for a long period of time after the demons were defeated at the beginning, but instead fell into internal strife, and then fell into pieces and went their separate ways. Originally, according to the proportion of division, humans were in an absolute advantage, but because there were too many people divided, they fell far behind in the end.

“A debt of favor that changed the world.”

She murmured again, reciting the name that had been mentioned more than once. She was not a very knowledgeable person. She only found out about this kind of thing after looking it up in a book. It was from that time that she made up her mind to take off the head of the so-called hero 'Nameless'. "I also want to use the favor of the demi-human princess to change the rest of my life!"

Regardless of whether people survive or not on the battlefields where real guns and bullets are used and countless people are killed, their fate is often tragic. Leaving aside the physical damage caused by the war, if the soul is riddled with holes, how can it be healed?

You need a lot of money to buy a piece of pure land of your own, live on the land without worrying about starving to death if you don't work, water the flowers and plants every morning, weed the fields, don't need to think about other things, live leisurely, live the life that a normal old person should live, and have a companion to accompany you in your seventies...

To obtain all of this, a prerequisite is required.

I can become a citizen of the sub-human area!

"I'm so sorry. I killed you for my own selfish desires. I actually think it's a good thing to have more idiots like you in this world. It can make life easier for many weak people. But..." The old lady made a half-squat motion to accumulate strength. "Once I kill you, I will apply to the princess to become a human with subhuman household registration. Then I can stay there forever and spend the rest of my life!"

"To express my apology and respect for you, I will kill you with my own hands without using a gun!"

Veins popped up on her body, and the old woman roared with a ferocious look on her face. She kicked her legs hard, and her body spun like a swift spinning top as she rushed towards Lv Fengxian. Her strong right leg, which was wrapped in a black plastic chair and full of blue veins, cut through the air, causing tiny air ripples, and lashed at Lv Fengxian like a whip. She had been planning this attack for a long time, and she was absolutely confident that she could make the other party die in just a moment of pain...

"Bang!" The sound of flesh colliding.

"Whoosh——!" The howling sound of the strong wind.

Something shocking happened. For such a whip kick that could easily break tendons and shatter iron, the man simply used one hand to catch it. His body did not even sway at all. He looked at the elderly lady indifferently and responded in a soft and gentle voice, "That sounds nice, but it's a pity, grandma, I'm not a so-called righteous fool. Should I say the opposite? Like you, I hate this kind of work very much."

!! ?

What is he talking about!?

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89. I hate it most when people call me a hero

One of his feet was firmly grasped. The kicking leg that was powerful enough to overturn a truck was as weak as a chicken's ankle in his hand. A slight shake would even produce a bone-cracking sound...

"You bastard." Cold sweat suddenly overflowed from the wrinkled old face like a dead tree. She had never thought that a person who was not that strong could have such great strength. It was obviously just one hand, but it made her feel like a hydraulic press was pressing down on her leg joints and she couldn't move. If she tried to pull it out by force, it would definitely break...

"Respecting the old and loving the young is a traditional virtue, but judging from the way you just spoke nonsense, it seems that you are disrespectful to the elderly."

After saying this with a smile, the man in the red cheongsam threw her back with a flick of his hand. The old lady weighing more than 80 kilograms was as light as a stick in his hand.

With agility that was not in line with her size, she tapped the ground twice and landed on the ground naturally. She covered the part of her body that had just been clamped by the other party with cold sweat. The old lady stared at the man in red cheongsam in front of her with wide eyes, as if she really recognized him for the first time...

"Are you surprised? I have such strength?" He stretched out his right hand that had just grabbed the other person's ankle, and his voice sounded calm. From the touch from his hand, there was no doubt that the old woman's ankle joints had all been fractured. It was a pity that she didn't scream.

"I'm quite surprised, but not too surprised." The old lady said this after breathing in and out many times, as if she was repeating it unconsciously. The cold sweat on her forehead kept oozing out, proving that the other party had indeed caused her considerable damage.

"A so-called hero should be of this level."

Without any mockery, there were words expressing admiration for his power. As a fellow human being, the old lady was sincerely shocked. It was impossible for a human being to possess such power... It was truly terrifying.

Less than five seconds after the old lady landed, all the people who were originally scattered and radially distributed around them immediately gathered together and hurriedly surrounded the man in the red cheongsam again. At the same time, several of them asked with concern, "Big sister, are you okay?"

Even they could not have imagined that the big sister who had always been invincible was actually defeated, and so thoroughly, so cleanly and neatly. After being defeated by the opponent, she felt the opponent's strength and even admired it... What is going on in this world?

It was bad enough that I came here for no reason and for a mission that didn't make much money, but the boss, for some reason, actually praised the target's strength...

However, when the other party heard the old lady's words of praise, he suddenly paused. It was unknown what expression he had under the mask. He tilted his head directly, then scratched his chin with his fingers and asked in confusion, "Hero?"

Everyone heard this sentence clearly and could feel the displeasure, the disapproval, and even more so the overwhelming... contempt!

Yes, it is contempt. The so-called "hero" seems to be something dirty. Completely despise these two words, the words dreamed of by countless people!

"What do you have to complain about?" A member who was a little fat and wearing glasses asked loudly, "You are a hero, but you still have so many complaints!?"

The emotion in this sentence is easy to understand...jealousy!

"What I hate most is boring heroic behavior. It is boring and unwise. I think it is something that only a fool would do. Besides, what is the need for so-called heroes to exist? Can they help mankind for a lifetime? Social security in old age will not increase, and there may be unnecessary injuries..."

Standing there, he began to count the things he had encountered after becoming a hero, one finger at a time. Even though he had not interacted too much with the man in front of him, everyone present could feel his helplessness...

"No one will thank you, and the government will only think you are an unstable existence. But is there really anyone who would do such a thing? The so-called underground heroes are half praised and half criticized. If you are exposed, maybe even your family will be talked about behind your back..."

If it could be considered an ordinary complaint at the beginning, then now it is completely spreading negative energy. No one present could have imagined that the warrior who was so famous in the outside world would be of such a character. There is so much negative energy in him that it seems to suffocate people to death.

"Besides, don't you think it's strange? You are obviously bad guys, but you both have a poor smell. You are both pitiful people. Why do you have to make things difficult for each other? The one who is obviously sick is not? Don't you need to apply medicine? Don't you feel pain? And that, no need for crutches, your leg is really okay, right?"

By the time she got to the end, she was already chattering like a gossipy woman. Even the old lady didn't expect that this guy who was like an ice cube before would be so, so... stupid after the limiter was removed?

I really wasn't mocking him on purpose, but that was the fact. No matter his words, actions, behavior, or tone of voice, the only thing that could make me feel about this so-called cold god of death was probably idiot.

The more I talked, the more I felt that we were in the same boat, and the more I felt that my own life was uninteresting. As a chivalrous man, this hero obviously did not have any sense of justice. To put it bluntly, he was a born criminal. It was not quite appropriate to describe him as a child who did not understand the ways of the world. It would be more accurate to say that he was an egoist who completely rejected brainwashing with a sense of justice and would never do anything that would be detrimental to himself.

So, why did such a guy become a hero and work hard to help others! ?

As the leader of a team, she was quite perceptive. After seeing the words and actions of this so-called hero, she immediately realized that something was wrong.

"You are not a hero at all."

Although the other subordinates were not big shots, they also climbed up from the bottom, so they all had a sixth sense to recognize people, especially when facing their own kind. One of them who was more sensitive shouted like this, his words full of disbelief. After all, the style of painting changed too quickly, and the drastic change even made him wonder if there was something wrong with his eyes, so he saw and heard...

"This is a fraud!" a skinny man shouted.

The fat middle-aged man spat and shouted, "What hero?! He looks like us!"

"Tsk, if the big sister hadn't said that you must die, I would have wanted to drag you down with her." This was said by the one-eyed man with only one eye. He said that he felt very friendly, but he had no intention of putting down the gun in his hand. The black muzzle of the gun was still pointing at him.

It is precisely because we know what kind of people these people are that we are on guard. The reason why heroes are considered stupid is that their methods are often restricted by various means, whether by the government, morality, or themselves...

Being threatened, intimidated, and unable to extricate oneself, it ended in tragedy.

Isn't that what heroes are all about?

They are either children who are inexperienced in the world, or young people who think highly of themselves. Real old people know that there are many temporary heroes in this world, but there is no hero who can last forever.

People will grow old and their hearts will change. Some people are willing to do jobs that don't pay but only bring applause and flowers, but they can't do it for long. The only jobs that can really last long are those that are closely related to one's own interests.

Compared to heroes, gangsters are much more difficult to deal with. They use poison, clubs, sneak attacks and gang fights, and their methods are countless. Most of the time, it is better to go against a gentleman than a villain, because if you go against a gentleman, at least you know what he wants to do, what he will do, and what he can do, while if you go against a gangster, you have no idea what he will do next.

Everyone knew this truth and took it as a warning. No one present let their nerves or the guns in their hands relax because of his frivolity. In fact, it was quite the opposite. After understanding his nature, the guns in their hands and their nerves became even more tense.

"So what if you're not a hero?"

It was at this time that the old lady who had been silent spoke, and as soon as she opened her mouth, she completely diverted the attention of everyone, including the dangerous hero.

"The demi-humans wanted the body of the real hero, so we gave it to them. They got what they wanted, and we got what we wanted... Let me ask again, are you the real thing?"

At the end, doubts and confusion appeared in her heart, and she confirmed it.

"Don't worry, although I'm not a good person, I can definitely bear the name of a hero. After all... I'm nameless." At the end, he couldn't help laughing, and no one knew what he was laughing at. It was completely confusing.

"Is it genuine..." The old lady couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. She could feel that this guy did not deceive her, or it was normal for him to say that he was a 'fake' in this situation... But for some reason, she always felt that this 'hero' whom she had praised before was so hateful and dirty.

"You look quite nervous? Do you need my help?" He asked politely, as if he was completely unaware of the crisis he was facing. His calmness and slowness made people angry.