Knights Don't Need a Youthful Romance Story

The boy simply watched quietly, taking a few steps back to prevent the splattered blood from staining his coat.

Perhaps some of these people aren't really that bad; they just want to join in the fun.

But he doesn't care.

These scum of society should die.

'That's right, exactly.'

In a daze, that hoarse, evil voice appeared once again.

It urged him to unleash the beast within him and do things he had never dared to do before.

To take revenge on the world that caused him so much pain.

He is not wrong; it is this damn world that is wrong.

This world is so disappointing.

The perpetrators can always enjoy their lives as if nothing happened, while the victims have to live in fear and anxiety.

It's really unfair.

He wrapped his coat tighter around himself and remained silent with his head down.

He always had a premonition.

If I were to actually do that and let the darkness within me run rampant, I might never be able to come back, and I would no longer be myself.

Moreover, if I do this, how am I any different from these people?

He looked up and glanced at the group of delinquents.

At this moment, only Tanaka, whose legs had been cut off, remained on the ground, barely breathing.

Even if we ignore this guy, he'll probably die soon anyway.

Such a large amount of bleeding.

"How pathetic."

Squatting on the ground, the boy occasionally smacked Tanaka's head.

Tanaka was too exhausted to speak or reply at that moment.

He has only one thought in his mind right now.

I want to live, I don't want to die.

I don't want to die yet.

Their will to survive is pretty good.

But no miracle happened.

No angels descended, nor did any divine gaze fall upon them.

His life is coming to an end.

This is beyond doubt.

The boy stood up, deciding to ignore the guy.

If he's dead, so be it. If he's not dead, I can just find him later and kill him.

"Let's dispose of these bodies."

At a command, the ghost soldiers scattered.

The corpses on the ground also disappeared along with them.

The boy turned around and prepared to leave the park.

He was slightly confused at that moment.

What should I do next?

"Ok?"

The boy suddenly realized something was wrong as he walked out of the park.

The atmosphere in the air seemed a little strange.

Something's happened. Someone very dangerous is coming.

That's what his intuition told him.

Chapter 1073 My mind cleared up instantly.

The surrounding streets were quiet, and there wasn't a soul in sight.

The air was as still as if it were dead.

Not even the slightest noise could be heard.

The boy wrapped his coat tighter around him, and shadows swirled around him.

Countless ghostly soldiers emerged from the darkness, surrounding the boy as if they were guarding their king.

Despite the warmth provided by the coat, the boy still felt cold in his hands and feet.

"Snapped."

At one moment, a crisp sound rang out.

It sounds like the soles of shoes hitting the ground, and it's the kind of sound that's very audible.

The sound wasn't loud, but it was so jarring in the quiet environment.

The moment the sound rang out, the boy abruptly turned his head to look in the direction from which it came.

The ghostly soldiers around him also quickly changed direction.

Some drew their samurai swords, while others took out shuriken and kunai-like throwing weapons.

If the boy hadn't given the order not to act rashly, there would probably be a sky full of kunai and shuriken by now.

At the street corner, a man dressed in a black combat uniform appeared.

Judging from their appearance, they don't seem to be much older than the teenager.

Although the two are of similar age, they are very different in temperament.

At this moment, the boy was like a wounded wild beast, baring his fangs to intimidate any creature that approached.

If you get any closer, you will be struck by lightning.

The person standing at the street corner seemed indifferent to everything.

Even the ghostly soldiers beside him only glanced at him and then paid him no further attention, focusing all their attention on him.

It's as if these ghostly soldiers are insignificant.

This nonchalant demeanor was somewhat jarring to the boy's eyes.

Also a little envious.

Which teenager hasn't fantasized about becoming a great figure someday, effortlessly solving problems that others see as insignificant?

But this calm demeanor is seen in others.

It was somewhat glaring in the eyes of the boy.

Why doesn't he care?

Isn't he afraid?

Does he really see his own power as something so insignificant?

There's a saying that goes, "The more a person lacks something, the more they care about it."

People who are short are very concerned about what others say about their height.

People who crave money talk about money all the time.

If someone who has no money suddenly receives a large sum of money, that person will most likely spend it recklessly.

Okay, I'd like to specifically criticize Mr. Wang Duoyu (just kidding).

The same applies in other respects.

When a person who lacks dignity suddenly gains great power, their self-esteem will swell wildly.

I will not allow others to show me the slightest disrespect.

This kind of self-esteem is both crazy and fragile.

Although the boy hadn't reached that point yet, the other person's indifferent expression still stung his burgeoning pride.

"There are two left."

If you remove the ghost mask from the boy's face, then all that's left are the masks of Night Bat and Tara.

Tara's mask is definitely hidden deep within the Ghost Kingdom and he won't take it out.

In other words, it's estimated that only one painting remains outside.

Let Joseph knock it again.

Although I don't quite understand why this guy put the mask out, it doesn't matter.

If you dare to take it out, I dare to take it away.

If you appear in front of me, I'll take you in, mask and all.

"Who are you? Are you here to arrest me?"

Although the guy in the black combat suit hadn't spoken yet, the boy was already convinced that this person had come to find him.

He clearly sensed that the person in front of him was very strong.

He wasn't sure exactly how strong he was, but he felt he could put up a fight and try to turn the tables.

I'm not some nobody either...

Well, not entirely. Without the mask, I am indeed just a nobody.

But he has no intention of surrendering.

Even if they don't know what to do yet, they certainly won't just obediently get caught.

"Let me briefly introduce myself. My name is Luo Zhen, and I am a security advisor at the Japan branch of the Human Rights Protection Agency."

"My mission is to contain these anomalous objects and creatures, specifically that thing on your face."

Pointing to the mask on the boy's face, Luo Zhen said loudly.

He had originally intended to say, "Please calm down and cooperate with my work, okay?"

But judging from the boy's appearance, it's probably unlikely, so let's not waste time on such meaningless nonsense.

Although those who were killed were all good-for-nothings who bullied their classmates and would only cause trouble for others when they entered society.

But this boy had, after all, committed murder.

Not one or two.

It's impossible to calm him down under these circumstances, right?

Sure enough, the next moment the boy suddenly waved his hand and said:

"Step aside!"

The ghostly soldiers around him rushed towards Luo Zhen like arrows released from a bow.

Although he didn't know what that "organ" was, nor did he know what this person wanted to do next.

But he would never allow anyone to take away the power he had worked so hard to obtain.

Without this power, I would revert to my old self.

He became a gloomy guy whom everyone could bully, whom no one cared about or even remembered by name.

Therefore, he will not hand over this mask.

At worst, we can just ask these ninjas to go easy on us.

Gritting his teeth, the boy comforted himself.