"We will fight to protect humanity, and courage and faith are our guns and swords."

"Sounds like...... Lines from some of the main characters of the comics. ”

"The emperor's ambitions are countless times greater than theirs."

……

Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang walked side by side downstairs in the community.

It was the time of the meal, and there was no one on the road.

"Then again, why are you wearing these black glasses all the time?"

Chu Zihang lowered his sunglasses slightly, revealing a pair of dazzling eyes like gold.

Lu Mingfei raised his eyebrows, not surprised:

"When did it mutate?"

"Is it a mutation......

Chu Zihang pondered the word for a moment, then put on his sunglasses again, and said calmly:

"When I got up this morning and looked in the mirror."

"As soon as I close my eyes these days, my mind is full of what I experienced that night."

"It was also after that night that my senses became clearer and more sensitive, and it felt like a ...... A normal person takes off his myopic glasses. ”

"Looks like there's a lot of mystery about your father."

Lu Mingfei said.

"He hid his true self very deeply, and no one has asked him about it for so many days."

"Including the boss of the Black Prince Group, even if he doesn't care about his 'missing' driver, he should also care about his more than 9 million Maybach."

"But he didn't."

"The next day, a new driver drove a new Maserati to pick him up, as if there had never been a driver like Chu Tianjiao."

Chu Zihang said that the two of them had already walked to the entrance of the community, and a Mercedes-Benz S500 was parked on the side of the road.

"Did you tell your mother?"

Lu Mingfei asked.

Originally, he didn't want to talk too much, but since the other party was the first loyal fighting brother who believed in the emperor here.

As a Saint Blood Priest of the War Band, he should also care more about Chu Zihang's mental condition, so that he could slowly guide him from an avenger to a loyal warrior who fought for the human race and the emperor.

"No, I don't want to disturb Mom. Now that she has a new life, let her continue to live carefree. ”

Chu Zihang said.

"Okay."

It seems that Chu Zihang's mental state is quite stable, and he doesn't need him to enlighten him.

Chu Zihang opened the Mercedes-Benz door and took out a black extended tennis bag.

"This ...... To you. ”

He unzipped a section, revealing the black hilt of the knife.

This was the second village rain inserted in the door umbrella frame of that Maybach, and the first one was held by Chu Tianjiao in his hand and cut off Sleibniel's four legs.

"No, you can keep it for yourself."

Lu Mingfei shook his head.

He's used to the Chainsaw Sword and Power Hammer, weapons that can take on a large number of enemies at once.

Murayu's light and thin long knife is not suitable for him, so let Chu Zihangzi inherit his father's business.

“…… Good. ”

Chu Zihang didn't say much, and put the tennis bag back in the back seat.

"And now you want me to go with you to investigate that boss and see what he knows about your father's secrets?"

Lu Mingfei asked.

"No...... Let's go to my dad's house first. ”

"There might be something we want to know there...... By the way, clean up again. ”

Chu Zihang said calmly.

"Okay."

Lu Mingfei was in high spirits.

After realizing that there were aliens and false gods in his hometown, Lu Mingfei had specially read a large number of myths and stories at home and abroad in the past few days.

Fortunately, he has readapted to the "diverse culture" of his hometown, so that he will not suddenly shout "You pseudo-gods!" when he reads! Then burn the book.

But apart from knowing the false god named Odin who was badly damaged by him, he found nothing else.

Now it is just right to get more information about aliens and false gods from Chu Tianjiao.

——

The Mercedes drove all the way to the edge of the city.

"My dad was a driver who could only drive. At first, he drove for the city's tax bureau, and then resigned and ran to the then emerging Huanyu Group to drive for the boss. ”

"A few years ago, the boss of Huanyu Group ran away with money, and after the company went bankrupt, he ran to the Black Prince Group."

"He's been living here since he divorced his mother."

Chu Zihang stopped the car on the side of the road.

Ten years ago, it was the city's most lively "high-tech heavy industrial area", and Huanyu Group was the most popular leader here, and the boss claimed to build Asia's first special metal base locally, and defrauded countless loans from banks.

But the efficiency of the factory was extremely poor, and by the time the bank realized that something was wrong, the boss had already run away with the money, leaving only a lot of mess.

Lu Mingfei followed Chu Zihang into this deserted and silent factory.

The potholed roads are littered with shards of glass and nails, and the rubble is overgrown with weeds, like a wasteland.

Of course, there are also inhabitants in the wasteland.

Outside an abandoned factory not far away, several middle-aged men in blue-gray coats with gray faces saw the two visiting teenagers.

They looked at each other a few times, then walked straight over.

"Hey, little brother, are you looking for someone? I'm familiar with this place. ”

The look and smile on the faces of these middle-aged men were ill-intentioned.

"No, I know how to go."

Chu Zihang said calmly, ignoring them.

One of the men quickened his pace and stopped in front of him.

In response, he was greeted by a black tennis bag containing Murayu, and with a "snap", the man covered his face and fell to the ground screaming.

"I don't want to get into trouble, but don't mess with me either."

Chu Zihang's voice became indifferent, and then he continued to walk deeper into the factory.

The men retreated in fear, not daring to continue to hinder them.

Lu Mingfei raised his eyebrows, didn't say anything, just continued to follow Chu Zihang.

Until I saw a small gray-and-white three-story building.

Most of the office doors in the building are sealed with court seals, except for the one at the end of the first floor, where a blank piece of paper is plastered with the crooked words "Media Asia Group Bankruptcy Liquidation Team Office".

There was only one person in the office, and he was dozing off on the table, Chu Zihang walked straight over and knocked on the table gently.

"Hello, Uncle Shui."

The middle-aged man raised his head blankly and looked at the cold young man wearing sunglasses in front of him.

"You...... Who are you? ”

"Chu Zihang, Chu Tianjiao's son."

Chu Zihang said.

"Uh...... Oh! I remember, I often hear Lao Chu mention you, and now I see that it's really extraordinary......"

Uncle Shui patted his head and put on a kind smile.

"Dad told me that if I came here to look for him and he wasn't there, I could get you the key."

Chu Zihang said.

"Oh, yes, yes, he's told me so many times...... Didn't anything happen on the way here? ”

"Is there something going on here?"

Lu Mingfei asked.

"Well, there's a bunch of troublesome guys who have made their home here, and I don't know what they're up to, so you'd better take a detour when you see them...... Found it, Lao Chu's room key, 062. ”

Uncle Shui rummaged through a large pile of papers on the table, and finally found a rusty iron key in the drawer.

"By the way, where did your dad get rich these days? I didn't even see him, and he still owes me a meal of braised intestines. ”

Uncle Shui asked with a smile.

"He's dead."

Chu Zihang's expression was calm.

The tears that were about to be shed had dried in that rainy night, and he was now waiting for the moment when he would kill the gods with a sword.