Ah Da turned to leave, looking the same as usual, but compared to when he walked out of the alley before, his eyes were blank, and his expression became dull and indifferent, looking like a walking corpse.

Wu Ming stared at the other party's figure and disappeared into the corner of the street, his expression gloomy, and he didn't know what he was thinking in his heart.

I was scared to death just now until the other party walked away, and Ah Cha, who was frightened on the side, also breathed a sigh of relief, and then wiped the cold sweat from his forehead in fear, I thought I was going to be beaten again

Have I shake your hair? Wu Ming came back to his senses and his expression softened slightly, and glanced at him, didn't I stop those tin cans every time I came to check your water meter, which time did you suffer a loss?

It's because you're there that I'm panicking Ah Cha wiped the cold sweat on his forehead again, turned his head and muttered in a low voice, I don't look at what you have done to the Night City before

What&ash;&ash; Wu Ming suddenly raised his voice, and his tone gradually became unkind: You say it again?

Nothing, nothing. Ah Cha was excited, and hurriedly diverted the topic: Speaking of which situation, are we going to rush into it next?

He looked at the dark alley, and gestured with his eyes to the strangeness inside, although the street was full of people and the environment was extremely noisy, but he could still faintly hear the wailing and sobbing coming from the alley.

He could still notice this, there was no reason why Wu Ming would not know anything about it.

Who knew that the latter touched his chin and thought for a while, but gave such a reply.

It's also a way

Wu Ming didn't seem to be in high spirits, but a new idea popped up in his mind as soon as his eyes rolled.

I have a better way, though.

After tossing for a long time, the yellow-haired thug sat on the garbage can, glanced at the man curled up on the ground and shivering, and asked: Why did Ah Da go for so long and not come back?

The thugs looked at each other, shook their heads, and no one answered.

Rubbish! Seeing that no one answered, he felt that the anger that had just calmed down rushed to his head again, but he had just beaten a few soft eggs, and he was tired enough now, so he didn't bother to bother with them about it.

Day after day, every day when he has to face a fake smiling tiger colleague, a little brother like ***, and a greedy and stupid boss, his anger will burn like wildfire in his heart, making him want to sweep away everything that is in the way before he stops.

And yet he couldn't.

The weak will be preyed upon by the strong, and the strong will become the growth nourishment of the stronger, which is the eternal law of survival in the Apocalypse City.

Even the uncrowned king who dominates the neighborhood must bow his noble head in front of the church in the city, succumb to the absolute violence of the other party, and honestly become the exploited and oppressed party.

At the top of the food chain in Apocalypse City is a behemoth called the 'God', which is also the object of worship and revelation by the Church.

His will, His revelations, and His every move are influencing the trajectory of Apocalypse City at all times.

Sometimes it only takes a revelation to wipe out a neighborhood overnight.

He gazed at this world with the eyes of God, watching almost indifferently as the joys and sorrows that continued to unfold in the Holy City of the Apocalypse.

The 'gods' are here.

The 'gods' had already planned everything.

Perhaps because of this city of miracles standing on the tundra, and the vigorous promotion of the church's pastors, these two perceptions have long been deeply rooted in the minds of every resident of Apocalypse, whether it is the sinners of the neighborhood or the innocent of the Holy City.

Man is a contradictory and strange creature, if someone tries to arrange your life clearly, when you suffer a lifetime of suffering, you may be very angry and extremely rebellious, maybe you have to find a good day and an auspicious day, the whole sentence is my life by me and I will not be against him.

But if you enjoy a comfortable life, and then let you look at those people who are beaten by life and tell you: the happiness you are enjoying now is all arranged, as long as you obey the arrangement and continue to enjoy it, I am afraid that the vast majority of people will accept the arrangement with a smile.

After all, the knife didn't cut on me, so I definitely didn't feel pain.

As for the yellow-haired gangsters, it is very unfortunate that they belong to the masses who are oppressed by fate, such as the former.

In this kind of collective society, no individual can be left alone, and several large gangs, cults, and civil groups at the top of the block compete for 21st Street, and more fires have broken out between the small forces under their hands.

After each conflict, the small gangs that were originally in charge of the area may change, and the new gangs will scavenge from the residents of the new territory, and if there is another change of power in the next fight, the new gangs will make the residents pay a living fee

And so on until a few behemoths at the apex of the block come to an agreement.

At the time when the friction is most frequent, the gangsters of the small gang naturally have their own tasks, as if they will never see the endless fights, brawls, and turf battles, and every weapon fight will always be pushed to the front by the boss, and they must always beware of the calculations behind the backs of the smiling tiger companions

It is only when he vents his violence and anger on others as he does now that he can feel a sense of being alive.

There is no need to guard against the fake smiling tiger, not to complete the task assigned by the boss, not for the development and growth of the Black Dragon Society, not for the family of Raushzi, but really without any external factors, not bound by responsibility, benevolence or any kind of bird thing, and completely belong to the decision made by himself.

Even if it was just a trace of breaking the 'god's plan, it was enough to make him feel extremely happy and satisfied.

Is that satisfying?

Just as the yellow-haired gangster was basking in the satisfaction of rebelling against the 'gods', an ethereal, ethereal voice entered his ears.

Who?!

He snapped his eyes open, and a figure of infinite light stood in front of him, and the younger brothers beside him seemed to be unaware of the figure that had descended here, completely ignoring the humanoid self-propelled light bulb that illuminated the gloomy alley, as if only he could see the glorious figure.

This strange phenomenon made this gangster who was at the bottom immediately wake up from his intoxication, vigilantly looked at the figure that released infinite brilliance and asked: Who are you? This is the territory of the Black Dragon Society, do you want to find fault?

In the process of fighting with cults, I have also seen many tricks of cult gangs, and I subconsciously regard this glorious figure as a small trick of a cult group.

I am a passing scholar of original sin, and I have accidentally penetrated your heart, so I have come to solve your confusion and distress.

The sound was so clear that it reached the ears of the yellow-haired gangster, and his companion was still unconscious.

And this answer made him feel that his IQ was insulted, and he became angry for a while: Labor and management are asking who you are, not what your name is! Are you a laborer?

Yes, but that's not the point. The shining figure replied, the point is, do you crave power?

The yellow-haired gangster wanted to attack directly, but when he heard the second half of the other party's words, he fell into confusion directly: Huh? You have something to say, don't do so much twisting and turning.

The Radiant Shadow didn't make him wait long, and the voice of ill will echo in his ears again.

I know you want to rebel against the city, but you don't have the strength to do what you want.

I know you are not willing to be at the mercy of the 'gods', but you have no way to break free.

All of this stems from a lack of strength.

So, I'm thinking, if you have enough power to subvert all order, if you are given the power to break the shackles and tear off the thread of fate, if you are so powerful

He can kill gods

What would you do?

The yellow-haired gangster's pupils contracted suddenly, his expression changed violently, and his breathing subconsciously became rapid.

He had thought about everything this voice said, and even had the idea of killing the gods if he had more powerful power, but he had never dared to mention it to anyone, but now he was broken by a voice of unknown origin, and naturally his heart panicked.

Will you crave power?

The yellow-haired thug didn't dare to answer, but the flickering eyes betrayed his true thoughts.

Hooked.

Since you want power. The corners of Wu Ming's mouth, which was hidden in light and shadow, outlined a pleasant smile, and slowly stretched out his palm, so put it on.

The light converged in the palm of his hand, and finally condensed into a ring as red as blood floating in front of the yellow-haired gangster.

What is this, he took the ring and put it on his index finger.

This is the power to rebel against the order.

Wu Ming patiently explained, like the ancient snake that tempted Adam and Eve to swallow the fruit of wisdom.

You want freedom, right?

Ziyu? The yellow-haired thug muttered a repetition of the word that was a bit complicated for him, what it was

It is something that everyone in the holy city yearns for, to get rid of the bonds between superiors and subordinates, to get rid of the shackles of gangs and the world, and finally to get rid of all external interference&ash;&ash; no one can affect you, your actions, will, and even life will be decided by yourself, even your body and gravity cannot bind your soul, and you will wander in the blue sky in pursuit of absolute freedom.

The voice in the light slowly narrated, outlining a beautiful and distant future in a few words, and the thoughts of the yellow-haired gangsters gradually drifted away with the narration, as if the future of freedom after breaking free from all shackles was close at hand and within reach.

But

However, the voice suddenly changed, and the yellow-haired gangster also woke up from his sweet dream.

The world is brutal and you can't survive without fighting

On the other side of this block is the city, where the enemy lives, and you can only be truly free if you kill everyone there

Tata Open! Tata Open! Tata Open!

For some reason, although the other party suddenly chanted a strange syllable, this strange syllable kept echoing in his ears, the sound arrived from a small age, from less to more, at first it was a person's faint shout, and then more and more voices joined in, and finally countless fanatical voices converged and gradually converged into a shocking roar!

And the yellow-haired gangsters also understood the meaning of the word.

Fight! Fight! Fight!

He also joined in the frenzied ranting