Chapter 182 - 136: Madmen (Part 2)

He really enjoys being the center of attention.

Looking at the red-haired competitor slumped in the corner, Silver Knight curled his lips into a contemptuous smile, unable to comprehend that beautiful Justice’s trash should be buried in the gutters.

Ignoring Roman who was like a dead dog, he bowed to the audience: "All of this is dedicated to pure beauty—"

Bang!

The sudden noise drew everyone’s attention.

Silver Knight looked bewildered, he touched a blood stain by his cheek, and the handsome man’s eyes gradually turned fearful.

He hurriedly opened his mouth wide: "Wait—"

Bang!!

This time the bullet hit its mark.

A gruesome hole was opened in the hero’s forehead.

Silver Knight fell backward with astonished eyes, lying on the ground in a most unsightly pose.

Silence instantly fell over the scene.

People stood dumbfounded, seemingly completely unable to understand what had just happened.

"Make way, make way!"

A slightly manic shout arose in the shadows, as the crowd turned to see a strange man step out of the darkness, dressed in a long purple costume, with a painted eerie smile on his face.

Bang! Bang!

He squeezed through the crowd and fired two more shots with the single-action revolver in his hand at the convulsing Silver Knight lying in a pool of blood.

The hero was completely motionless.

"You all..."

At that moment, Roman stared blankly at the boy in purple, feeling that his brain had completely shut down.

"Ahhhh! The Silver Knight I supported has been killed!!!"

The woman who had previously reported the crime screamed sharply, fear instantly spreading, cries of terror rising one after another.

"Everyone stay put! If anyone moves, you’ll get a bullet!"

At that moment, the strange man in purple fired another shot into the sky, surveying the panicked crowd with a sinister smile on his face: "Ladies and gentlemen, I advise you not to test my patience."

At the same time, the tall woman beside the strange man in a dark blue gown snapped her fingers.

The city rumbled, and a fierce, pitch-black storm instantly blocked the path of the crowd.

Ansel and the others found their vision suddenly blurred, seemingly hearing the restless sea waves, a kind of repulsive force quickly pushing them upwards.

Lord Lin Lan and Lady Eleanor were apparently trampling the ’rules’ within the sea domain, and the sea was madly repelling them.

"Listen! You pathetic fools, we’re actually protecting you!"

The strange man in purple sat nonchalantly on Silver Knight’s corpse, patting the hero’s side face with his revolver: "You’ve all been deceived by so-called heroes."

The crowd swallowed nervously, their eyes filled with fear.

They had never experienced such terrifying coercion, capable of unleashing their inner malice on the ’sinners,’ yet in the face of true violence, these people instantly became meek lambs.

"If you ask me, this bunch of self-proclaimed ’heroes’ are downright rotten! Why don’t you think about it? Why should he only need to move gracefully to enjoy luxury cars, mansions, and adoration from everyone?"

The strange man in purple continued to speak boldly, forcibly unloading his prepared views all at once.

"Look, the hero you speak of is pitifully weak."

He grabbed Silver Knight’s hair and displayed the bloody face to everyone present.

"Ugh..."

Someone had already started to vomit.

"Can such a person really protect you?"

The strange man in purple clicked his tongue in wonder: "Or rather, do you actually need these guys’ protection?"

A manic smile curled on his face: "Clearly you can take matters into your own hands; clearly you have more interesting choices."

"Only... heroes have the right to execute criminals, that’s the sacred law of Celestial City..."

The next moment, the nearby bakery owner murmured uneasily: "As citizens of Celestial City, we cannot defy the law..."

"Well said! I totally agree with your perspective!"

The strange man immediately started clapping.

"Actually, what I mean is..."

He enthusiastically slung an arm around the other man’s shoulder, then pointed to the corpse beneath them: "Why focus your judgment on those poor, weak criminals?"

The strange man in purple’s words seemed to possess a destructive magic power: "In Flower Celestial City, there is no law protecting heroes, is there?"

Gazing at the blood that pooled around his feet, the obese man’s breathing grew rapidly heavy; he seemed to find a kind of unfamiliar, more intense thrill than watching a performance.

At this moment, Eleanor’s eyes were filled with wonder as she felt the sea’s ’repulsive force’ suddenly shrink considerably; this sea domain was rapidly accepting her.

"So... I can..." the obese shopkeeper murmured.

"That’s right! Just how you think!"

The strange man snapped his fingers, turned to the crowd with a wild smile: "Folks, what meaning is there to the so-called hero ranking? You must be bored stiff of the entire process of executing justice!"

He shook his head repeatedly: "Creating such a big spectacle just to subdue a few utterly powerless weak criminals, don’t you find it incredibly tedious?"

The audience listened closely.

Watching this scene, Roman’s body suddenly trembled.

"Madmen... you’re the real madmen..."

The Judge forced a coarse murmur from his throat, instinctively standing upright, shouting: "Everyone! Don’t listen to him—"