It was a quiet day, and the only thing that was different from usual was that it was a public holiday. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info is located in a neighborhood in the old town, where parents and children play in the entertainment area of the neighborhood.

"Sorry...... Please...... Please spare me......" In a single room on the upper floor, a middle-aged man leaned against the windowsill, unable to retreat, looking at the hideous-looking man in front of him in horror.

"Didn't you say that it would take you ten times as long as me? Now I'll give you 100 seconds, can you guess what I'm thinking? The hideous man was none other than Dista, who had come for revenge, and he looked with interest at the frightened expression of the man sitting on the ground in front of him with a cold and evil smile.

He felt that this was a kind of enjoyment, and his mood seemed to be much more relaxed when he saw the horror and fear of the object of revenge. There was a feeling that his life was for this moment.

"I ...... I don't know......" The man really didn't know what Dista wanted to do right now.

"I'm disappointed." Dista looked disappointed.

Dista is indeed disappointed, this is the third person that Dista wants to take revenge on, and it is also the weakest.

Dista was more satisfied with the first performance, and the sentence: "If you kill me, do you think you can run away?" Everything you have now will come to naught! ”

That tough attitude, that self-confidence, that self-righteous attitude really made Dista like it. What he liked even more was the look of horror on his face as he watched the knife stab inch by inch from his chest.

Dista guarded his heart with his breath, enjoying the horror of the other little by little. The pain was so intense that the other party's face was distorted. Until his pupils had lost focus, hollow and dead with a twisted despair. It's a treat for Dista.

"Well, you can take back that sorry sentence, because ......" Dissta, with his anger condensed in his right hand, sneered and stared into the other's frightened eyes, "I just had to say sorry to you." ”

With that, Dista took a step forward, and he was going to slowly torture the man who had taken him down, and make him die in terror and despair.

"Bang", the man's trembling hand was holding a pistol, and the muzzle of the gun was still smoking. He really didn't want to kill, this was the first time he had killed someone, and his heart was full of infinite fear.

His eyes focused in fear watched Dista fall backwards in slow motion, his mind completely disorganized, and he sat there for a long time.

Finally, he realized that he couldn't just let the corpse stay, and this was the world-famous Dista? Even if he says he wants to kill himself, who wants to believe it?

The man immediately got up, and quickly closed the curtains, and the restlessness and panic made him not know what to do, and the more he forced himself to calm down, the more he found that he couldn't calm down.

"Take your time...... Take your time......" The man gasped, looked at Dista lying in a pool of blood and muttered to himself, "Hurry up and think about how to dispose of the body......"

The man kept thinking about similar TV or movies he had watched before, trying to get some inspiration from them.

It occurred to him that the body should need to be dismembered first, so that it would be easier to hide. He even thought of possibly cooling or heating the corpse to affect the estimated time of death. Thinking like this, he naturally walked into the kitchen.

However, while he was desperately thinking about it, Dista quietly got up and quietly followed the man into the kitchen.

"I think it's better not to do it, or to do it, you should do it thoroughly." Dista leaned against the kitchen door and said coldly, "For example, would it be better to kill a few more people indiscriminately to affect the judgment of what would be better?" ”

This is the real world, not two-dimensional or TV movies or something, the man knows very well that at this time, there is only himself and a ...... in the room Corpse...... I didn't speak, the voice was ......

The moment the man turned his head, Dista's hand had already been inserted from the man's chest, avoiding the blood vessels and organs, and his fingers could feel the other's heart beating.

"I'm going to change my mind about you." Dista enjoyed the fierce heartbeat of the other party and the frightened and desperate look on his face, and sneered, "I didn't hesitate to shoot." ”

Now Dista's use of qi can be called a veteran, sensing the other party with qi, so he has long known the gun in the other party's hand.

"I didn't expect you to overcome your fear at the last moment and hit it with one shot." Dista tightened his fingers a little, looked at the horror on the other party's face and sneered, "I really admire you." ”

"......No," the man wanted to say something, but as soon as he spoke, Dista pulled out the other's heart with one hand.

The man was not dead, and Dista's swift maneuver did not even have the slightest trace of blood, leaving only a shocking hole in his chest.

The man looked at his own heart, which was still beating in Dista's hand, his eyes gradually losing their moisture and becoming dry, and his face was frozen in a moment of fear and despair forever.

"What a work of art." Dista admired the eternal frozen look on the face of the man on the ground, and muttered to himself coldly.

"The last one." Dista looked at it for a moment, then turned and walked away, not intending to clean up the scene. He was sure that he was the long-lost thirteenth royal knight, and that after all, he would truly stand at the top of the world, above temples and cathedrals, above the law, above this world!

Wandering aimlessly through the streets, watching the bustling city bustling with traffic and people, Dista was in a very happy mood.

The hot weather is constantly evaporating the water in the human body, and even the clothes are soaked. Dista's thoughts turned, and suddenly, it began to rain heavily.

Dista took his revenge, thinking that it was time for him to take some responsibility for becoming a member of the Royal Order.

For those who have made him who he is today, rain of sorrow on this blazing land.

After a while, the already hot air seemed to cool down, and people laughed heartily in the city under the heavy rain as they enjoyed the comfort they had not seen for a long time. Releasing his breath and feeling the hearts of the people, Dista felt very good about himself.

Dista felt that happiness could not be enjoyed by only a few people, and he decided that he should do what he could for the happiness of the people of this world before officially joining the Royal Knights.

Thinking to himself, Dista disappeared into the rain.

In the afternoon, Dista returned to his city, the most central and prosperous city in the Continent of Light, the core of the entire world.

Here, Dista can indeed find something on his own that can bring happiness to people.

Perhaps, sometimes luck does favor a person. However, there is no precise boundary between what is lucky and what is unlucky, but seeing what is happening in front of him, Dista is sure that he is indeed a man who is favored by the god of luck.

Within Dista's line of sight, three young men forcibly stopped the two young girls and pulled and pulled them down the street, passing by as if they were not being noticed.

Dista could see the reluctance on the woman's expression, but he only dared to be angry in his heart, and he didn't dare to be angry. However, no pedestrian was willing to help.

Dista felt that the world had become too cold, but he thought it was ridiculous.

With a single thought, he approached the five people at a speed of almost teleportation, grabbed the young man's arm with one hand, and smiled fiercely: "It's better not to do these things to force others in public like this, right?" As he spoke, he put a little more force on his hand.

It's just that almost all of the power used by Dista today is used through qi, completely surpassing the power of an ordinary normal person, how can just a young man in society withstand it?

Even though it was in the noisy street, the sound of bones breaking could still be heard clearly, and the young man screamed in pain. Pedestrians on the street also stopped with the mentality of watching the excitement.

Dista thinks that people are too cute these days to bother with the things they want to help with, but they like to join in the fun, and even use crowd pressure to condemn the actions of others.

Maybe it's because it's the best option to avoid the condemnation of your own conscience without taking responsibility for yourself? After all, he is just one of a group of people. In doing so, you will not only be worthy of your conscience, but also always stand on the side of justice.

However, do people really know what the truth really is? Maybe it's just a condemnation from everyone, and maybe no matter how much you do, it's just to make your conscience better.

Dista is really curious, now, it is he who has broken the bones of other people's hands, but there are as many as 3 people on the other side, in the end, who should the crowd condemn? Dista really wanted to know the answer.

The three young men found that there were so many people watching, and that someone on their side was injured again, and when they saw this, the three of them immediately turned around and fled.

The people just whispered for a while, and dispersed without openly condemning anyone. The two harassed girls also leave after thanking Dista, much to Dista's disappointment.

However, Dista still feels very good about being able to help others solve their problems, and Dista is very satisfied with this.

Dista grimaced and walked on.

It's just that Dista's pleasure is really happy because he helped others solve their problems, or is he purely happy as a hero to teach the villain a lesson?

After walking for a long time, in front of a supermarket, an old man and a clerk seemed to be arguing over something, people were still watching, and some people had even begun to condemn the clerk's arrogance.

However, Dista ignored it and walked straight ahead. The answer seems to be very obvious.

Unbeknownst to Dista, behind him, a group of people he couldn't sense were watching him.