A speck of sand and dust slowly falls from the hourglass.

The next night, in the gym, Jojo was punching punches and punching punches.

He's been practicing here alone until late these days.

Not only did he fail to win the opponent, but even his self-esteem was taken away.

Plus the heinous murderer is still at large......

At that time, the head-to-head confrontation with the Sharkhand Meteor made him feel a little depressed inside.

And the best way for him to relieve boredom and relieve stress is to box.

All along, from childhood to adulthood, he did just that.

By constantly hitting, to vent the unwillingness in my heart.

At the same time, this is also a means of promotion so that the next time he meets the other party, he will not fall behind.

It's a win-win-win-win

It's getting late, and excessive practice can hurt the body, so that's all for today.

Jojo left the gym and walked home in the moonlight.

He lives in a two-bedroom rented house, which is relatively remote and the rent is very reasonable.

Rata la rat.

The key, which was not very new, kept shaking in the silver doorknob keyhole.

The old door needs to be pushed to open from the inside out.

It's kind of weird.

The feel of this door opening today is a little strange.

He was going to turn on the lights first.

Reflecting the moonlight, something in the room reflected a ray of light.

Skimming through his holes.

Jojo didn't go on any longer.

He was almost sure who was in his room......

And that reflective thing......

It will definitely be bad for him!

Thinking of this, he said coldly: "Come out, I know you're here." ”

Squeak ————

The bathroom door next door was gently pushed open, and the man in the dark did not shy away from indicating his existence.

"Oh, good evening. ”

A wicked smile appeared on the man's lips.

And then ...... Farewell. ”

Sou!

There is indeed something reflective in the air.

And those things were all wrapped up in Jojo's neck as the man's words ended!

Fortunately, his reflex nerve is much faster than that of ordinary people, otherwise, the boxing champion at this time would have been in a different place.

I saw him use his iron fist into a palm, barely protecting his vital point.

It doesn't matter, a sneak attack of this magnitude won't hurt him at all.

But he still has to resist with all his strength, and he can't be careless.

This is also because of the lessons learned from last time.

There was some added force to his righteous words: "Why...... You want to kill me?"

Poof.

Sitting in the dark, the culprit of a series of cases laughed out loud because of Jojo's naïve stupidity.

He kindly explained to him: "The rules have always been set by the wise, and the unwise will always die first." ”

Then there was a little pity in his tone.

"Blame your gods, it's unfortunate that you saw the tape. ”

Videotape...... That's right, it was because of watching the tape that Qiao Qiao found out that Liu Xin had been hiding in the cabinet that day.

Now, the murderer has come to visit again, and by the way, he has taken his life.

"I haven't been noticed by anyone, thanks to you, I haven't had a good night's sleep these days. ”

"Every day, I worry about what to do if someone finds out, what to do if someone finds out......

The voice paused for a moment, as if there was nothing more to say.

"So, today, I'm here to sleep tonight. ”

He rose from the shadows, adding some strength to his hands.

"You're in a very interesting and healthy body. ”

"It's a pity that your complexion is too dark, and I don't need it at all. ”

"You're worthless and meaningless to me, just a thorn in your side. ”

The corners of his mouth showed an evil smile again, and it was an expression full of murderous intent.

"Please ...... like this."

"Die. ”

With the constant afterburner of his hands.

Those reflective silk threads also pushed Qiao Qiao tighter and tighter.

"But this kind of thing...... Look at me and rip ...... in a few clicks!"

“！”

“！”

"What!?"

After several struggles, Qiaoqiao couldn't tear off those thin silk threads.

In the darkness connected by the silver threads.

The thimble surrounds a pair of bone-jointed hands.

The owner of the pair of plain hands said gently: "Don't struggle, don't be stupid, you are constantly pulling." ”

What is it? What makes the giant fist of metal impossible for the young king to tear off?

Is that..................

Silk thread made of titanium alloy.

It has high strength, good corrosion resistance, high heat resistance, and is extremely lightweight.

That's why when Jojo first entered the door, he found them floating in the air.

"Technology is really advanced now......"

It is a special material that is only used in advanced fields such as aerospace and medicine.

"People always make everything faster, lighter, stronger......"

"But they tend to ignore the most basic things......"

"Like themselves. ”

"Right?"

"They invented cars, instead of their own feet, and they invented artificial intelligence to handle the work of their brains. ”

"This is evolution after all...... Or is it degradation?"

One-sided overwhelming talk.

Jojo didn't say a word.

Because at this time, as the silk thread tightened more and more, he was gradually about to run out of breath.

He gasped for air with all his might.

What keeps recalling in my mind is the meaning of my own battle.

He's going to fight for his race.

He wants to sweep away all the injustices of the world.

All discrimination, all discrimination.

"If I want to overcome injustice, I must ...... I can win, I can ...... We can overcome all the injustices in this world!!"

Thousands of thoughts poured out of his mind, and his dark and diligent hands also gained courage and added some strength.

————!

Syllable.

Smack.

Smack, smack.

The thing rolled to the ground and finally stopped after a few bounces.

In the swarthy head, there was no righteous thought left.

Thump.

The body also fell.

The head and body are separated by silk threads.

Jojo, killed on the spot.

There was not a trace of blood on the silver silk thread, and the killer would never strike until he was sure of killing his target.

For him, this result is beyond doubt.

It couldn't be more normal.

"Really, let me waste so much effort. ”

There was still some disdain in his words.

"Don't put any dreams, hopes, boring stuff in the battle plan. ”

"It's so pitiful to look at, I don't even know what to put on a face. ”

After saying that, he turned his head away, the last scene of the poor man was indeed unbearable to look at.

He pushed the door open. Before leaving, I didn't forget to say goodbye.

"Good night, you have a good dream, too. ”

It's over...... Is it ......?

That's it?

The king who has fought in the ring so far and won countless great achievements, that's it?

Just dying in a remote exotic rental house?

Just died at the hands of an unknown person?

Just disappeared from the world without a trace?

That's it.

It's over.

It's all over, his life is over.

Sudden violence can take away everything that people have accumulated so far.

[Human life is like grass, and human glory is like flowers on grass. 】

Jojo's leaves have withered.

His flowers, his glory, his dignity, the things he wanted to protect, had all withered.

Since that's the case......

If human life is really so worthless......

What is that man's life for?

Since there is nothing left......

So why do you have to get, you have to fight, you have to fight?

........................

A long, long time ago, there was a person by Long Lingshan's side......

No, there is a 'God' who has the same question.

After years of contemplation, the god finally came up with his answer.

Death is not the end. 】

Golden spiritual birds continued to emerge from the dark body, gradually condensing into the appearance of a person.

It's Jojo.

Jojo stood in the two-room room, as if he had just come home.

His expression was a little confused, probably because he had just returned from the gym and had consumed a lot of energy.

That's why he's so listless.

He reached out a finger and flipped the button of the light.

Click.

The button snapped into it, but the overhead light didn't come on.

(Did the fuse blow out?......)

Just when he was bothered by the lighting problem.

Boom. Boom. Boom.

Then there was a knock on his old door, and there was a low, powerful sound.

(It's so late...... Who could it be?)

Squeak –

When he opened the door, he was greeted by a middle-aged man in a black robe, with the same dark skin as him.

He crossed his hands in front of him, looking very skillful.

Those eyes were very calm, showing that he was a well-educated and cultured person.

But this person Qiaoqiao didn't know, and he didn't have anything to do with it.

He politely said, "Brother, you went to the wrong door, right?"

The black man shook his head and said peacefully, "No, brother, I didn't go wrong. ”

Didn't go wrong......?

That must be some purpose.

After all, in such a big city, there are people who are still running around so late to make a living.

But that has nothing to do with Jojo, everyone in the world works hard.

If you empathize with others, you will not gain more than you will gain by causing trouble to yourself.

For this kind of person, Qiao Qiao will also retain a bit of respect.

When making a sales call, he will politely reply to the other party.

'Thanks, I don't need it now. ’

And now, he's just as polite.

"Thank you...... My family is in good condition and doesn't need anything you sell. ”

With that, he slowly closed the door.

Speaking of which, the other party should also retreat.

As long as...... The other party is not so dead-skinned, soft and hard.

Politeness is a good thing.

Sometimes just being polite can get what he wants and achieve his goals.

But sometimes it comes to other times.

This is not the case.

Touch!

The swarthy hands pressed against the door, preventing Jojo from closing it.

The tone was very low and magnetic.

"You have to come with me. Jojo. ”