What happened in Wisteria City, Wren naturally didn't know.

Just after he and Suzanne left the Bluestone Division, the battle was over in a Kangao tribe on the other side.

The corpses of more than 40 totem warriors lay on the alleyway, the blood on the ground was not dry, and the women and children were trembling in a row, guarded by a group of fierce bandits with guns.

"Three Leaders!"

A member of the Skull Gang stepped forward and said to a slender man with two scars on his face, "This vote is a bit of a loss!" ”

"It doesn't matter, the dead are ordinary people, just recruit them again."

Another cadre under Marcelo's command, Eugene Burka, said nonchalantly that he was a [Gun Fighter Class], a third-order [Light Gunner].

Eugene stepped on the head of a man with angry eyes and a bloody hole in his forehead.

This dead totem warrior wears a multicolored feathered crown on his head and is muscular, and is supposed to be the chief of this tribe.

Eugene didn't care about the loss of the gang, they had replaced quite a few people lately, he scanned the battlefield, looking at the captured Kangao women and children, as well as a small number of old people.

"Boss, what will happen to the loot next?"

A cross-eyed member of the Skull Gang asked tentatively.

"Send them all to that little canyon in the south, someone will come and receive them!" A hint of gloom flashed in Eugene's eyes, and he said coldly.

To be honest, he didn't understand the recent behavior of his eldest brother Marcello, but he didn't dare to question it.

The long-term habit made him instinctively willing to believe in his eldest brother.

"Understood, do we still have to wait for the second leader?" The cross-eyed gang asked.

A gust of wind blew through the blood-stained land, and Eugene stared at the fiery red sunset on the horizon, his face very ugly.

The appointed time had long since passed, but Ugo's gang couldn't even see a shadow.

What the?

It's just a small tribe without ancestral spirits, and this can't be done?

Eugene glanced at the women and children of the Kangao people who were crying softly, and looked at the remaining 29 people, his expression a little puzzled.

In the morning, he and Ugo split into two routes, and the two of them led their men to attack the small tribe of the two who had lost their ancestral spirits.

Iron Fist Ugo is stronger than him, and it stands to reason that he can solve it faster than him, so he agreed to meet in this tribe.

As a result, he waited for several hours, and it was almost dark, and the other party was still nowhere to be seen.

"Don't wait, let's withdraw first."

Eugene ordered, feeling a bad feeling in his heart, looking at the red glow in the sky, he felt that something might have happened to Ugo.

Time passed slowly, night fell, and a new moon hung in the night sky with a light veil.

In the quiet of the night, the bright moonlight poured down like flowing water, and some slight insect chirping could occasionally be heard in the empty wasteland.

At the foot of a small dirt slope, a bonfire flickered, and the flames kept beating.

Wren and Suzanne were having dinner, and the bread was stewed in a vegetable soup, and it tasted okay.

"Wren, don't you have to give him something to eat?" Suzanne clutched her slightly swollen belly and pointed to Ugo, who was tied up next to them and stared at them.

Because of the knife wound and blood loss, Ugo was pale at the moment, his mouth was gagged with a coarse cloth, and his body was numb, and just now Wren poured him a bottle of oral anesthetic (a special drug in this world).

Eating and drinking, Wren picked his teeth leisurely with a toothpick, and glanced at Susanna: "Call the boss!"

Why do you give this guy food, he won't starve to death if he doesn't eat a meal, and besides, if he is full, wouldn't he have more strength to escape? ”

Suzanne glared at him and pouted: "Boss, you have misaligned the joints of his legs, and they are so tightly tied that he can't run."

He's very badly injured now, and his wounds haven't healed completely, so what if he dies? ”

Wren snorted lightly, reached out and held her in his arms from behind, he bit her earlobe, and took a hot breath: "Don't worry, it's an expert-level transcendent, not so fragile."

You still have to care about yourself, you have to learn how to be a good female secretary. ”

Feeling the heat in her ears, Susanna's pretty face blushed slightly: "I'm just curious about how you want to deal with Marcello, he is a fourth-order [Martial Master], and why do you want to bring Ugo?" ”

Touching his hands and taking advantage of her, Wren smiled and said, "It's just a chance to change his mind and be a new person."

As for Marcelo, I don't need to show up at all, I just need to guide him, and the angry people will tear him to shreds. ”

Wren received a lot of key information from the Little Widow's Hospital, such as the fact that the weird Zoro was battling Marcello in Orange Town.

This is also the reason why the ghost hand of the indigenous tribe did not appear this time, otherwise the Skeleton Gang would not need to sacrifice so many people against the Bluestone Department.

Suzanne grabbed Wren's hand that was touching randomly, and her breathing was a little rapid: "Don't move, if you have the guts, you can go directly to me."

Are you trying to harness the power of the people of Orange Town? It's useless, the weird hero Zolo has already tried, and those people are bullying the weak and afraid of the hard, and they are scattered.

A righteous slogan is useless, and people don't fight the Skull Gang for such childish reasons.

And in the 7th game, there seemed to be some scruples, and he didn't completely tear his face with Marcello, at least not now. ”

"You think justice is ridiculous?" Wren asked rhetorically.

Suzanne raised her eyebrows and teased, "Isn't it?" I grew up in Orange, and people there didn't believe that!

Don't expect a slogan to eradicate rape and get them to rush to it.

And Marcello has always denied that he colluded with the Demon Descendants, and he refused to admit it. ”

Wren laughed and reached out to hook her smooth chin: "Woman, your understanding of justice is still too superficial.

You don't know what justice is, a righteous name, plus eye-catching interests, is called justice! ”

Susanna's beautiful eyes were a little curious and puzzled: "What are you going to do?" ”

Wren didn't answer, but asked a question: "Do you like a cold-blooded and selfish person like Marcello, who will do anything to become stronger, for the sake of profit?" ”

Frowning, Suzanne said bluntly: "Of course I don't like it!" ”

Wren smiled, and he said leisurely: "I admire him very much, as far as I know, Marcello is not psychopathic, and he does not take pleasure in killing."

But in order to become stronger and fulfill his ambitions, he can send a lot of people to feed the ghouls, and he doesn't care if he colludes with the demons to rape people.

Do you know that such a person, if written in my hometown, may still be praised by many people, and people will praise him for not being the Virgin Mary, and killing decisively.

On the other hand, if he stands up, takes on the ghouls regardless of the danger, and forgets to die for the sake of others, everyone may still sneer at him and call him a! ”

Suzanne was dumbfounded: "Impossible! Your people's values are too crooked, aren't they?

Cold-blooded and selfish, only being strong for yourself will be praised, but sacrificing yourself for doing good deeds will be ridiculed? ”

Wren laughed out loud and slapped her buttocks: "No, I said it, this is assuming that Marcello is the main character."

Because it is false, even if the protagonist is cold-blooded and selfish, and kills many people to become stronger, the reader will not have a moral and psychological burden, because the story is fictional.

However, if there really is such a person in reality or history, people will never be so tolerant of him, such as Marcello, what is his reputation now? ”

Suzanne gritted her teeth and said, "Rotten street! ”

"How bad is it? How rotten is it? Wren asked with a smile.

"The wind stinks for ten miles!

Many people want to kill him, but they don't dare to make a bird, and the weird man Zolo is a little weaker than Marcello, and he is a lone ranger with no power. Suzanne explained.

The strange man Zolo is a fourth-order [Lock Sky Gunner], and his strength is lower than that of Marcello.

"So, someone needs to step up and gather these rabble together and attack together." Wren said with a smile.

"It's useless, I said it, the weird Zolo tried."

"No, what you understand is not the same as what I do!

Susanna, welcome to the world of grown-ups! ”

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