Knights Don't Need a Youthful Romance Story

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A green light shone through the smoke.

Those struck by the light froze, as if they were being targeted by a top predator.

A slightly hoarse voice came out, and the man who was being lifted up by a hand opened his eyes and looked at the owner of the arm.

Then he saw a crimson figure.

Although it looked to be only the size of a human, it was more terrifying than those Gastrea.

Of course, it could also be because the Gastrea that men usually encounter are all shackled and harmless.

"Who...are...you!"

The man forced out those words through gritted teeth.

The hand, which was struggling erratically in the air, seemed to have accidentally brushed against the cuff.

Luo Zhen, masked, glanced at the seemingly ordinary button on the other person's cuff and then spoke:

"Of course it's the person you've been looking for."

Although I really wanted to say, 'He's just a Kamen Rider who's passing by, remember that.'

But think about it and forget it.

Xiao Ming is almost crying because his lines have been stolen (not really).

Well, it doesn't matter anyway.

Tsukasa Kadoya, far away in the outer perimeter, suddenly shivered.

I had a feeling that something was almost wrong.

But it eventually disappeared again.

Scratching his head, Tsukasa Kadoya stopped worrying about it.

It seems someone else was secretly reciting their lines while I was away.

There's nothing we can do about his popularity; that's just how it is (shrugs).

"What exactly is your purpose? Why are you doing this?"

Clinging to Luo Zhen's hand, the man spoke with difficulty.

He didn't know if he would survive, but his task now was to extract as much information as possible.

As long as enough information can be extracted, his resources will be inherited by his children even if he dies.

If he survived, that would be a great achievement.

Luo Zhen naturally knew what men were thinking, but he didn't care.

Who would care if a screw was loose on a sinking ship?

"Just like you, I'm changing the world."

Luo Zhen slowly applied pressure with his palm, tilting his head as he spoke.

In fact, he wasn't quite sure what the Five Flying Association's purpose was.

But these villainous organizations that seem crazy usually have such a grand ambition.

It's like they're embarrassed to call themselves a villainous organization if they don't come up with some grand ambition.

Sure enough, upon hearing Luo Zhen's words, the man's pupils contracted, and he opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something.

However, Luo Zhen had already lost patience.

"Click."

The crisp sound of bones breaking rang out, burying all the man's words and thoughts.

Luo Zhen casually tossed the man's body to the ground, shook his hand, and looked at the remaining people in the conference room.

"Although I know that everyone here is a first-rate scumbag, I still want to confirm it."

"Is any of you innocent? Or do you believe you are innocent?"

Luo Zhen casually asked, stomping on and breaking a button on the man's sleeve.

Chapter 402 Self-Questioning and Answering, and Luo Zhen's Social Death

It was just a casual remark without any expectations, and Luo Zhen never thought that he could actually find an innocent person among these people.

Before coming here, Luo Zhen had obtained and reviewed all the information on these people.

They can't be called utterly wicked; they're just scum.

Although some of them were habitually prepared to lie, their minds went blank under the oppressive force of that terrifying aura.

No words of sophistry could be uttered.

This is not just a simple display of power; there is something else involved as well.

To those collapsed on the ground, Luo Zhen's figure was nothing short of the most terrifying beast in the world.

Their eyes, glowing with a shimmering green light, were like those of a hungry predator, poised to pounce from a hidden corner and tear their throats apart.

"It seems not."

Looking at the group of guys sprawled on the ground, Luo Zhen calmly said.

I wouldn't say I was disappointed.

I had already anticipated this ending.

Am I being a bit pretentious by asking even though I know there aren't any good people out there?

Thinking this through, Luo Zhen sent these guys away one by one.

Crimson blood stained the jet-black claws.

Eerie, blood-red flowers bloomed on the ground and walls.

The sound of claws tearing flesh echoed continuously in the small room, interspersed with a few human screams.

This scene looks exactly like the evil spirits that slaughter kind people in horror movies.

However, the truth is that these slaughtered humans did things more terrifying than demons.

He casually kicked a corpse aside; there was not a trace of reverence for life in Luo Zhen.

These corpses at his feet were vibrant lives just minutes before, but to Luo Zhen, they were more repulsive than the garbage on the roadside.

The scenery he saw along the way made Luo Zhen absolutely certain that these guys were not worth pitying.

It's not worth him showing mercy.

"You want to be a messenger of justice?"

The last person lay on the ground, glaring at Luo Zhen with venomous eyes.

The warm blood splattered from his dead companion stained his face, making his expression look extremely ferocious.

For a moment, I had a strange feeling that something was even more terrifying than the standing figure.

The death of his companion filled him with a sense of sorrow, or more accurately, a feeling of shared grief.

They're all dead, I'm next.

Fear, anxiety, unease.

In this state of mind, the man momentarily ignored the aura that Luo Zhen was gradually losing.

"A messenger of justice? Perhaps."

With his raised claws suspended in mid-air, Luo Zhen spoke somewhat vaguely.

Seeing Luo Zhen's actions, the man was secretly delighted.

There might be hope for survival!

And who knows, there might be a chance to trick this seemingly not-so-bright guy into leaving.

In the man's eyes, this guy was probably just a hothead who somehow found out about the existence of the Five Flying Association and then impulsively came to help others.

He can easily fool this clueless kid with his smooth talk, and he can even figure out what color his underwear is.

Well, in a sense, that's not wrong.

But this hothead brought a whole bunch of guys with off-the-charts combat power with him.

“I can say that I am not qualified to forgive you on behalf of the children who have been hurt, so I will kill you with such righteous words.”

"But from another perspective, I am not qualified to judge you either."

"After all, I don't seem to have an identity in this world that allows me to act recklessly."

Rather than answering the man's question, it was more like Luo Zhen was talking to himself, trying to resolve some of his inner doubts.

From a standpoint of opinion, Luo Zhen is undoubtedly on the lawful side.

The same applies to their personalities.

Luo Zhen personally prefers to follow the rules.

Because it makes me feel more at ease (Yoshikage Kira gives it a thumbs up).

However, this does not mean that he is a pedantic person.

A pedantic person is unlikely to become an investigator.

"What exactly are you trying to say?"

The man lying on the ground went from initial fear to excitement, and now to bewilderment and unease.

This was exactly the situation he wanted to see, but he always felt that something was wrong.

The way he looked at Luo Zhen became increasingly strange.

Luo Zhen, who had been talking to himself, paused.

Even though his face was covered by a mask, the man lying on the ground felt an almost tangible gaze sweep over him.

"The older generation came into this world not only because they couldn't stand what they saw, but also because of a sense of responsibility and mission."

“They are different from me.”

"When I arrived, I was thinking about why I came here."

"Is it because of that sense of responsibility and mission?"

"Probably not."

"I don't think I'm at that level either."

"At the end of the day."

Stepping on the man's hand as he reached for the door, Luo Zhen calmly said:

"I just feel really annoyed by you guys."

"It doesn't seem to be a particularly noble emotion."

"And they have no right to criticize others?"

"But it doesn't matter anyway, I've never been a saint."

With that, the black claws swung down.