"I was unjustly imprisoned for three years, and I was subjected to inhuman abuse and torture, which directly ruined my life.

What broke me the most was the news of Sister Lisa's death, what a lively and lovely girl she was, like a blooming tulip, withered early at a flower-like age, which was really unacceptable.

I'm sure there's no other woman in the world who can make me so emotional, and that bastard face not only deceived her heart, but also indirectly took her life.

The true and innocent flower girl is crying out for injustice and sleeping in the ground, while the hypocrite with a honey-bellied sword is enjoying himself in the castle! There is no such thing in the world, and he must pay for it! ”

The great white shark seemed to have substituted itself into the story, pursing its lips nervously:

"And then you woke up."

"Yes, awakening, like an initiation, for the first time, I found a clear goal for which I could lay down my life, and I felt that I was still alive.

Like most mediocre and numb people at the bottom, I lived a muddy life without any passion at all, and that night, for the first time, I was full of passion and had the urge to kill.

I can't let Sister Lisa die in vain, and I can't let that wicked person live freely and happily, since King Solan doesn't act, then I will do justice myself! ”

The more the great white shark listened, the more excited it became, and its breathing became rapid:

"I don't have that kind of courage, but I understand your thoughts, big brother, a weak rabbit still has a fight to step on an eagle, let alone a person."

Mr. Iron Fist also became more and more excited, and involuntarily clenched his fists:

"That night, I finally made up my mind to avenge her, even if I died for it, without complaint, and I knew what would happen to a murderer, especially if it was to kill a new nobleman.

Doesn't matter

Anyway, I was just an insignificant pariah, with no friends, I was expelled from my family and became a homeless wanderer, fed alone, the whole family was not hungry, as the saying goes, the barefoot are not afraid of wearing shoes, and exchanging life for life is also a sure win.

Now that it's decided, let's take action.

I've worked in that castle for a long time, and I'm familiar with its terrain, so it's not too difficult to sneak in.

Then there is the choice of tools, at first I wanted to use a knife, but that was too ordinary, street gangsters only use knives, and I am different.

I'm the righteous judge, the angry avenger, and I've got to use something different, and the bard isn't very proud of his pretty head, so I'll destroy it and smash it to pieces! ”

"I see...... You chose the hammer......"

To the hammer, Mr. Ironfist smiled:

"Yes, hammer, what a good tool, unpretentious companion, I know where it is.

A week later,

It was a night of thunder and rain,

I slipped into the castle through a hidden underground passageway, and in the blacksmith's workshop on the west side of the courtyard, I found my old friend, picked it up, and stroked the lines on the wooden handle.

That's right, this is the tool I used to do my work back then, it's really familiar, every inch is condensed with the sweat of the laborers.

The worn-out handle has been discolored, and with an octagonal solid hammer head on one side and a nail crowbar on the other, the balance is perfect, and it is the most handy tool that the old man has given me.

Tinkers and handymen, who thought they were going to work all their lives, sweated and pounded iron sheets, climbed up and down to repair houses, or knelt down in the stinking stables to nail horseshoes, and could not think of anything else to be hammered with.

For example, a certain rao skull.

I held it up and prayed to the gods;

O God of blacksmiths, wood and steel, give me strength to punish evil and eliminate evil.

Lightning and thunder roared, and torrential rain poured down.

I climbed up the ladder in the waterproof chimney to the castle lord's apartment, and quietly emerged from the fireplace, where I heard the sound of a deep sleep.

Lying on the big bed was the bard of the past, and now the Count,

This guy is really moist, hugging left and right, holding one in one hand, with a lewd smile on the corner of his mouth, saliva dripping onto the sheets, and I'm about to turn this saliva into brain.

I lit the kerosene lamp in the house and woke up the dreamer.

Haha, fatty, I really wish you were at the scene, so that you could see the frightened expression, and all the arrogance and cunning on weekdays can't be found,

He knew who I was, what I was going to do, and there was only fear in his eyes.

First Hammer,

Shattering his kneecaps, he screamed like a pig,

The two women next to me woke up scared away, and I didn't stop them.

He begged me for mercy, but I decisively refused.

Second Hammer,

Half of my mouth had my teeth knocked out, and I began to laugh at him, saying, "Aren't you very good at lying, keep watching?"

This time he couldn't make a sound, so he could only raise his hands and kneel to beg for mercy.

I pulled his long hair, let those dark eyes of horror look directly at me, and said,

This hammer is for Sister Lisa Donofara, maybe you've forgotten the name, right, after all, you've harmed too many girls to count.

Go to hell and play the harp for the devils, bard.

The third hammer,

I riveted my strength and smashed it straight to the skull, the warm brain and blood splashed my face, I stuck out my tongue and licked it, the perfect taste of revenge, it was the most exciting moment of my life.

Then I stood there, picked up the pipe on the table, lit it, and smoked.

The rotten thing on the bed was more like a smashed-up melon than a head.

There was the sound of footsteps on the stairs, and before leaving, I spat at the corpse, and then contentedly climbed down the chimney and left the castle the way I came.

You'll know all about it after that,

Several newspapers carried the news of the Count's murder on their front pages, but the killer remained at large because of his brutal modus operandi, which the newspaper editors called the 'skull crusher'.

The great white shark clutched his chest and said, "It's wonderful...... My heart was beating wildly, but I had a question, why keep killing when the revenge was avenged? ”

"Haha, that's a good question." Mr. Tekken laughed:

"Because hell is empty, and the demons are on earth!

Bard's death was just the beginning, and I was no longer satisfied with revenge, and began to pay attention to the suffering of the people.

After that, I became a few abusing serf lords, slave traders who trafficked in human beings, and local ruffian bullies, bribe-taking magistrates of the kingdom, voodoo priests who sacrificed babies, and so on......

The sins of these fellows are capable of putting the devil in the depths of hell to shame.

All kinds of evil head melons, after my careful processing, have all turned into puddles of meat mud. ”

The great white shark suddenly felt a sudden realization:

"It turns out that this is the reason why law and order in Oakenford has improved in a short period of time...... It is ironic that one of the most chaotic counties under the rule of the kingdom has been transformed into a model area of civilization by a murderer.

But...... Big Brother Iron Fist...... Even so, I can't agree with your approach, countering violence with violence won't solve the problem, the next batch of villains, the new ones will be even more evil than the previous ones, and Oakenford is now the same old as the curtain year. ”

"You can't solve the problem, at least you can solve the person who created it." Mr. Iron Fist said;

"After tasting the heat and coldness of the world, I know the root of the decay and evil of this country, do you know what it is?"

The great white shark lifted the thick iron chain and the large lock attached to his ankle, and said:

"Slavery."