According to Rohmon's understanding of the world, even if the boy was beaten to death, I am afraid that there would be no one to administer justice. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info even on the earth of modern civilization...... In fact, how many people really care about the life and death of vulnerable groups? Before Rohmon gained power, I saw a news story of several teenagers beating the homeless old man to death in the middle of the night and dragging him to the highway, trying to disguise himself as a car accident death.

Let me ask, can the "law that protects (favoritism) minors" and the judge who needs to take into account the "will of the superior" give a just result to a homeless old man who is helpless and has no one to hold him accountable?

People with a light heart may get a good answer.

But Rohmon was never very bright in his heart. What an immaculate person.

Rather than the "justice" that can be obtained without security, Rohm prefers the way that "the essence of existence is for the overall situation rather than justice" and the law will be "picked up high and gently put down".

In bright and great words, it is, "Give children a chance, their mistakes are just a failure of education......

And to put it honestly?

Maybe it's just -- "This group of [children] who are only a year or two away from becoming adults, like calves, who have learned to fight, and can beat three adults, although they bully their classmates, blackmail, force women, and kill people...... But they're really just kids! ”

Rohmon does not believe that minors will receive a truly just punishment after maliciously killing a homeless elderly.

Just as most of the weak in Valantu, or in the world of Ferron, will not be justified.

If the boy dies.

Then his meaning to the world will be redefined.

For law enforcers who uphold integrity - this is a job that requires seriousness.

For the evil enforcers - this is their chance to rip out the marrow.

For the cleaners of Qingli's corpse - this is a troublesome and disgusting piece of garbage.

For most of the onlookers today - this is just an after-dinner conversation.

He is not a man, but a pile of meat.

out of someone who really loves him.

No one will remember him for long.

his life.

His character.

His dreams.

will all dissipate like the wind.

When the last person in the world who remembered him also forgot about him...... He literally disappeared.

Thoroughly.

It has become a note countless years ago.

No better known than a single fallen leaf in the forest years ago.

……

Several men gathered around, scolding, and raised the stones in their hands.

The boy's clear pupils reflected the fierce face of the other party and the stone held high, revealing a look of despair, and finally set his eyes on the dilapidated door of the house he had been guarding......

Stones falling......

There was a loud bang, and the boy only felt a black shadow flicker above his head, and then he saw the man who could be smashed down with a stone flying sideways and slamming into the wall of the house.

Wow!

A mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs spurted to the ground.

Under the surprised gaze of many onlookers, Rohmon slowly withdrew his kicking foot.

"The boy ...... I'm covered, do you have an opinion? He said.

"Huh?!" Several people suddenly showed hideous expressions and surrounded them with knives.

"Boy! Do you know who we are? The famous Luke Gang! Watch out for your corpse soaking in this stinking gutter tomorrow! ”

Cang - !

A flash of sword light.

By the time everyone's eyes captured the picture, Rohmon had already frozen in the action of drawing his sword and lunging down.

Several people were stunned.

The man who had just spoken out to threaten Rohmon had a confused expression on his face. Immediately, his eyes rolled upwards......

It was only at this point that the screams of the bystanders rang out.

Under everyone's gaze, the man's eyes gradually became dull, and his whole body shook for a moment before falling forward to the ground.

And above his head, from the Heavenly Spirit Cover to the corner of his eyebrows, the skull and the brain inside were completely cut off......

Before the ruffians who had been entrenched in the slums of Valantu came to their senses, Rohmon swung his sword and slashed at him.

Long-term swordsmanship practice and experience in slashing and slashing the goblins in front of him made his movements smooth and sharp.

Ultimately.

The anatomy of humans and goblins is very similar.

The shape of the bones in the cervical vertebrae, skull, and arms is similar, but the thickness is slightly different, but in the face of Rohman's strength, it is as easy as cutting with an industrial cutting machine.

Far beyond the strength and speed of ordinary people.

The long sword was nothing more than a sudden flash of silver light in the eyes of all onlookers.

Often, in the eyes of ordinary people, Romon's slashing actions are nothing more than one sudden freeze-frame action after another.

Only when he stops slashing can people see his movements.

Textbook crushing killings.

Once again, Romon gained some experience in killing.

With a flick of his wrist, Rohmon shook off most of the blood stained on the blade with skill.

Put your sword in the sheath.

He looked at the boy who hadn't come back to his senses: "What do you want to protect...... Is that the woman in the house who is dying? Your mother? ”

The boy's confused eyes shone a little, and he quickly got up from the ground, turned and rushed into the house.

Rohmon glanced around.

Although he didn't feel that there was anything wrong with his eyes, the crowd of onlookers involuntarily took a few steps back.

Is this power? Rohmon groaned inwardly, wondering if he had not gained strength before, was he just one of the neighbors who dared to speak out when he saw the orphans and widows being bullied by the wicked.

Entered the house.

Once again, Rohmon realized what it means to be a 'family with four walls'.

It's really a house with four walls - except for the four walls, there is really no hair in this house!

A few wooden planks lined with bricks were covered with washed, white, patched blankets.

Next to the bed, there is a stove of burned firewood ashes, plus two clay pots of unknown function are the property of the mother and son......

Gaze back to the bed.

In the midst of the rudimentary planks and the worn blankets, a pale-faced, thin, skinny, skinny woman lay there with a weak breath.

The boy gripped her hand tightly, but it had no strength to respond.

Rohm's eyesight is excellent.

He could clearly see that the woman was already in semi-dilated pupils.

It's a pair of hollow eyes.

Even if you don't need any medical knowledge, you can see the life force that is constantly flowing in it.

Poor, lowly, struggling at the bottom of the slums...... worked hard to earn a little money and did not give up on his mother...... Surrounded by wolves in the slums, they will never retreat......

A smile appeared at the corner of Romon's mouth, and the vampire's tiger teeth looked a little evil.

"Young man...... Do you crave power? ”