"Is it you guys?"

On the rooftop of the tall building, Anzawa looked at the people in front of him with a smile, "It's quite impolite to release malice to others."

"Ahhh — I'll kill you!

I'll kill you!

I'll kill you — "

"Oh." Anzawa sneered.

He didn't think there was anything strange about the other party's killing intent. Who told him to often be surrounded by this kind of inexplicable and sudden killing intent?

He was even grateful to this slender young man. The other party reminded him of the qualities he should have as the heir of a mafia gang.

The dark world … He hadn't lived there for too long.

The so-called dark world was not an adventurer's toy box that could make people smile after being frightened, but a cruel space without luck and romance.

A cruel world where everyone fought and robbed each other of their sexual lives was enough to teach a guy who didn't even know how to kill fish how to pick up a sharp blade and swing it at a living person without the slightest hesitation. It had nothing to do with the bottom line of Dao, it was just the instinct of survival.

Hunting Bounty ranked fifth and continued to rise to the first place as he grew older. This was the world where Anzawa used to live. A moment of hesitation would be reduced to an existence that was crushed into ashes by everyone.

Anzawa didn't complain. He was even very grateful. After all, the habit formed by being surrounded by killing intent taught him … to strike first!

"Ah!" Gone?

Black Fog raised his hand to protect the dead-handled wooden crane, "Not good!

Retreat!

Retreat …! "

The rest of Black Fog's words were stuck in his throat. He saw the young man wrapped in orange fire had appeared in front of the dead-handled wooden crane like a ghost, with a chilling smile …

Anzawa lived up to his' habitual 'teaching. He grabbed the slender young man's head and slammed it to the ground without hesitation. The loud noise made people's scalp numb.

"Did anyone tell you not to provoke people who are stronger than you?"

Anzawa's seemingly harmless and clear amber eyes were as sharp as the edge of a knife, but his face was full of smiles.

Anzawa grabbed the young man's hair and lifted his head from the ground. He bent over and looked at the young man's pale, wrinkled face that was not covered by his rough palm. It was as if he lacked nutrition, and blood was dripping down his face. "Heh ~ You're even weaker than a stray dog on the roadside. Don't you think you're overestimating yourself by talking about killing others?

Hmm? "

"Hey, aren't you a little too strong?" Deadhandle Wooden Dipper's eyes suddenly widened. "Black Fog!

Tell him to scram! "

Anzawa casually glanced back, and the Black Fog's actions that had just begun ended.

Don't move.

There was no need for a voice, and there was no need for the so-called threat in his eyes. Just a glance from that pair of indifferent eyes was enough for Black Fog to feel that he was being sternly warned.

This was … a natural born king!

Black Fog didn't know why such an exaggerated adjective appeared in his mind. He only knew that as soon as this adjective appeared, he had an urge to kneel down and worship.

He couldn't compete!

No one could compete with this young man!

"You're called Deadhandle Wooden Dipper?"

Anzawa no longer cared about Black Fog, and even treated him as air. "I've heard of you, the leader of the USJ incident.

How about you be more mature?

Shouting and yelling at others, only those punks who don't dare to be exposed to the sun and live in the dark corners all day long would do such a thing, and most of them are discounted threats. "

"So noisy … Shut up! Shut up!"

The twisted anger made Deadhandle Wooden Dipper's body tremble. He was suppressed by Anzawa, but he still struggled to raise his hand towards Anzawa, and then …

Crack —

With such a sound, the arm that stretched towards Anzawa broke like a fragile branch.

"… Ah —!!" Deadhandle Wooden Dipper's sharp cry pierced through the sky, not knowing whether it was pain or anger.

"Deadhandle Wooden Dipper …" Black Fog stood in place, struggling to whisper the young man's name.

He should move, he should quickly teleport Deadhandle Wooden Dipper back, but … he couldn't move. The black-haired young man's casual glance just now seemed to have cast a spell on him, making him unable to move freely no matter what.

"So close ~ If I let you run into me, I'll be unlucky, right?"

Anzawa didn't know the other party's "personality". When the USJ incident was talked about on the streets, Anzawa only heard the general idea.

The reason why he wanted to break the other person's arm was because his super intuition gave him a warning of danger. It was also because he had been on the edge of life and death so many times that he had trained his ability to predict the coming of a crisis.

Taking precautions and making the first move to gain the upper hand were the best ways to protect oneself.

Anzawa thought so.

"Huff, huff … You don't act like a hero at all." Deadhandle Wooden Dipper panted because of the pain, and because of the pain, he regained his senses.

No, I'm not his opponent at all. I don't have the ability to move now, and Black Fog is also motionless like a fool … What should I do?

He still hasn't killed the symbol of peace, Ormet. I can't die here!

"Correction, I'm still just a pre-hero." The implication was that the way a hero acted had nothing to do with him for the time being.

Anzawa raised his head and turned his stiff neck because of lowering his head for a long time. "But I admit, I'm indeed a bit too rude.

But if you didn't yell at me, I wouldn't be like this. Besides, I also cherish my life very much, and I shouldn't be soft-hearted towards people who threaten my life. "

Anzawa once again smashed the young man's head to the ground. "Please be sure to understand this."

"Hey — Are you going to kill me?"

Deadhandle Wooden Dipper's voice was a bit hoarse, with a twisted laugh. "You're not a hero yet. You can't use your 'personality' to kill people — —"

"This location is very secretive. Who would know?"

Anzawa said in a casual tone, as if taking someone else's' personality 'was as common as breathing to him.

Feeling the young man's body suddenly stiffen, he added, "Don't worry, I don't want to kill you."

Not only Deadhandle Wooden Dipper, but Black Fog could not help but feel relieved.

However, they soon heard Anzawa say, "Compared to killing you, isn't it better to make you a cripple?"

With that said, Anzawa smiled and twisted the young man's other arm.

*

"I'm only slightly injured."

Boom handed the hero killer to the professional hero who rushed over, turned back to Green Valley and Iida and said, "I have to go first."

"Is there an emergency?

Do you need help? "Green Valley, who was lying on the back of the professional hero and was badly injured, asked.

Boom shook his head. "It's Anzawa. Where did he go just now? Even if there is danger, with his strength, there won't be a problem. I'm just a little worried, so I want to take a look."

"Arnold!

I … "

"I know what you're going to say."

Boom faced Iida, who was full of regret. After hesitating for a moment, he stepped forward and patted Iida on the shoulder. "Pull yourself together. You're the class monitor of Class A."

"… Yes!" Iida's voice trembled as if he was about to cry.

How could he not pull himself together?

He had already made a mistake. If he continued to make mistakes, he would never be able to catch up with Green Valley and Boom. In the future, he would no longer be worthy of inheriting his brother's Inghnim.

"I'll go first." Boom nodded to the people around him, turned around and ran.

He still remembered the direction Anzawa went. Although he did not know the exact location, he could always find it.

*

Anzawa smiled and twisted the young man's other arm.

For twisting the young man's arm again, Anzawa did not feel the slightest bit sorry. In the young man's screams, he even had the idea of breaking the young man's legs.

"Enough … Enough!"

Black Fog could not stand it anymore. He could not accept the one-sided scene in front of him. No, it was not one-sided, it was one-sided violence!

"Ah?

Are you finally willing to talk? "

Anzawa withdrew his hand from the young man's legs and looked back at him with a smile. "I thought you had already disappeared into thin air."

In the night, Anzawa's smile seemed to hide a huge monster, which made Black Fog tremble uncontrollably. He felt as if the hidden monster had peeped into his heart … At this moment, Black Fog's breathing was tinged with tears. But soon, the fear in his heart was easily removed.

Bang!

The door of the rooftop was pushed open.

Boom gasped for breath, facing the moonlight, he saw the scene on the rooftop.

Without thinking, Bing Jie jumped out from under his feet. "Anzawa, get out of the way!"

"…" Anzawa pursed his lips and was silent for a moment. He obediently left Dead-Handle Wooden Crane, who had been oppressed by him.

He was a little confused. Did Boom really not see the situation just now?

Or was he trying to find an excuse for his behavior to avoid the consequences if he was found to have used his "personality" without permission?

"Dead-Handle Wooden Crane!" Black Fog leaned forward and covered the young man's thin body with thick fog.

Almost at the moment when Bing Jie arrived, the two figures disappeared from the rooftop, leaving only Dead-Handle Wooden Crane's twisted and angry words. "I will set a time limit for your death."

"Oh ~ What a pity, I'm afraid you will never have such a chance."

"Anzawa, are you okay?"

Boom's voice came from afar, along with anxious footsteps. "Was that the two guys from USJ?"

“USJ？”

Anzawa pretended not to understand, turned around and smiled at Boom who came to him. "You're hurt."

Boom subconsciously touched the wound on his face with his hand, even forgetting the original question. "It's just a small injury."

"Arm." Anzawa looked at Boom with a funny face.

"Ah …" Boom's gaze drifted. "Ma, the arm injury is a bit serious."

"Then let's go to the hospital."

Anzawa said as he turned around, but Boom suddenly grabbed his arm. He turned his head in confusion. "What's wrong?"

Boom was silent, but his slightly frowned eyebrows showed that he really had something to say. "I … I just patted Iida's shoulder."

The words that came out of nowhere made Anzawa feel very strange.

"Iida was blinded by hatred and anger because of what happened to his brother."

Boom lowered his head and took a deep breath. "I did that … in the hope that Iida could cheer up."

"What are you trying to say …"

"I want to be a warm person, just like you. Just like how you warm me when I'm sad, I want to warm others." Boom interrupted Anzawa's words. He raised his head and stared at Anzawa with his strange eyes full of seriousness.

Anzawa was surprised.