Chapter 290: Black Knight (middle)

　　Most people concentrate on working in factories that emit fumes.
　　 He wandered on the edge of a society that never worried about retribution and a sense of justice. These people have no need from the very bottom and no will to obey pure power beyond justice.
　　 And those rulers are thousands of gang leaders and capitalists scattered on the streets.
　　 This can no longer be called a human, but an animal, a beast in a den.
　　 But he observed these people and learned from it that instinct drives them.
　　Instincts can be controlled, predators can be tamed, and prey can be kept in captivity.
　　The man learned that he must make himself known to the world tonight, and the options in his hands told him that.
　　Thousands of people gathered below this dirty sanctuary will see him for the first time, this is a necessary tolerance, nothing more.
　　 He had learned from these people, and now he has taught them.
　　 He crawled close, close, ready to jump off the ceiling.
　　 He let go of his hand and churned in midair, his coat spread like a bat's wings.
　　 The crowd's exclamation overshadowed the sound when he landed. Their leaders and their masters wore gorgeous clothes impregnated with the smell of gun oil and the smell of innocent people, and were unable to tremble.
　　The man lifted the bishop from his throne and threw it to the ground.
"black Knight"
　　 Someone speaks, this is the only word that appears in the dumb crowd.
　　 Suddenly, everyone started speaking, whispering, yelling at the words, some escaped, some did not move, and some reached for their weapons.
He saw the truth at this time, the truth he felt but he did not want to face, these people hated him like hating their master, he was their dream and their master, he had them, no one could escape Through his sanctions.
　　 The man left from their staring eyes, and he couldn't stop laughing.
　　He finally understood that the key to changing the status quo is to let the sheep know that the sins they harbor will incur punishment. They must see for themselves that justice is carried out, and only then will they learn the lesson.
　　Fear is a weapon, purer than anything. Fear will make them obey, because they have already proven that they can’t even adhere to the most basic ideas.
　　The man learned all this from observation and learning, and learned the way the world works through intuition.
　　Despite the highest level of education in the civilized world, he still does not care about the ideas explained by civilization and culture. The depravity of these people shocked him. They used violence to fight each other, and unconsciously became a domesticated animal.
A divided ethnic group will never rise, thrive and grow. They even lack the unity of hating common enemies. Even such things that require a certain degree of coordination and integration are beyond their ability. Their lives are selfish. And domination, and kill each other.
　　His response to this was to grab a man's throat. Tonight, like many nights, is a time when sinners pay the price.
"please"
The man whispered that it was an elderly man, which only made the situation worse. He could not imagine how many nights this person robbed the blood, wealth and life of the people in the city. He was a symbol of sin , His crime is at his feet.
"please"
　　He said it again.
"please"
　　 Pray, how many times has he heard this when the trial comes? Do they really think he will listen carefully to their pleading?
　　 "I will give you anything you want."
　　The old man continued:
　　 "Anything, everything you want."
　　 The man's growl was a heavy, rolling sound behind the throat, and he hated praying the most because he couldn't understand it.
　　 They knew they were guilty, and justice came for them, they deserved it, and their evil deeds made this a necessary means, so why pray? Why do you want to escape from the bitter fruit they contributed to? Now that you know how expensive it is to commit a crime?
　　 He shouted again at the man who kept praying.
　　 "This is what you asked for."
　　 The man answered, his voice was very soft.
　　 "Don't pray, don't grudge, this is the end of the crooked road you took."
"please"
　　 The man shivered reflexively, praying, and this is the word again. This is the first word he heard from countless cowards but never learned.
　　 But what he focused on was not the other party's language, but the layers of wrinkles superimposed on the other party's face.
　　 That means years and weakness.
　　 The man finally just hung him on the spikes of the clock tower, and drew three hundred horizontal bars on his naked body, each representing the female workers who were killed in the previous spinning mill fire.
　　The long night passed without he smelling the smell. People now stay in their homes or residences, and rarely go to the streets once the factory is closed.
　　The streets of the city no longer echoed gunshots and the screams of the wounded, abusers and the deceased.
However, the man is still watching his city, his people, the crime is suppressed, the crime is hidden, but the city still has not got rid of its own influence, and their fears are all from him~EbookFREE.me~ The only thing he got.
　　Fear brings obedience. Fear makes them stand up from the sick animal instincts and start to live like human beings.
The reward for him continued, but only a few of the dignitaries still complained in public. The mob and the hired gunmen were no longer willing to hunt him, and the narrow-minded coward men and women who wanted him to die, then Never dare to take to the streets to challenge him.
Only one female reporter always claimed that he brought only "grave-like peace". She called him a "tyrant" in the newspaper. All she did was to achieve personal illusory and sacrifice all for this purpose. For freedom and choice, she blasted him more than once in the newspaper, "Let this city live in fear, everyone is forced to bear the standards he imposes."
　　Maybe yes, maybe not, but the man always believes that the process is to the goal itself, not so important, as long as his bottom line is still there, he does not need to explain anything.
　　 But this is only for human beings, as for those non-human monsters, he never has the slightest compassion.
　　 For example, those cultists who fed souls to Hanan, such as the green-skinned ok.
　　Now he started hunting again, no longer law enforcement, but real hunting.
　　He wants to exercise his justice. Anyone who dares to enter the realm he guards, no matter what it is or where it comes from, has to pay a price.
　　 This is his, Bruce Wayne, the oath of the night.
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