Endless Debt

Boluogo unscrewed the cap of the mineral water bottle, rinsed the water through his hands, rubbed his palms vigorously, and washed away the layers of blood until his original skin color was revealed.

After cleaning his hands, Boluogo unscrewed another bottle of mineral water, took some water, and wiped his cheek repeatedly. The blood stains hanging on his face faded away, like faded paint, dripping. The ground dripped.

After a simple cleaning, Boluogo felt a little better. The feeling of being covered in blood was not good. At first, it was like his whole body was covered with sticky sweat, and his whole body felt sticky. After the blood dried, he felt like a stick again. Large chunks of mud were stuck to his body, and his behavior was full of strangeness.

If the situation allowed, Bologo really wanted to take off his shirt, kick the fire hydrant aside, and clean himself up against the water. The throat of the swallowing abyss was too big, and the blood on his body was as much as a mobile blood bank. , gushing endlessly.

Before doing this, Bologo would definitely do this, but now it is different. Bologo is the one with the highest glory. To a certain extent, Bologo represents the Bureau of Order.

Just like a brand effect, in order to maintain the brand of the Bureau of Order, Boluogo needs to maintain his strong and decent side in the public...at least in front of internal staff.

"To put it crudely, it's just - show off!"

Nathaniel explained to Borogo what he needed to do in an extremely simple and crude way.

This absurd conversation took place not long ago at a high-end dinner party in Oath City Opos.

The dinner was hosted by the Bureau of Order to receive many visiting representatives of forces. As a glorious person, Boluogo also officially appeared in front of everyone through this dinner and was personally introduced by Nathaniel.

Boluogo still remembered the luxury of the dinner. The lights were soft and bright, like stars pouring down, illuminating the entire banquet hall like a dream.

The long table is covered with an exquisite lace tablecloth, with silver tableware and dazzling crystal cups placed on it. The air is filled with the faint scent of roses and precious perfume, intertwining into an intoxicating atmosphere. The soft music flows slowly in my ears, as if it is a melody from another time and space.

The guests were dressed in fine clothes and priceless jewelry. The chatter, laughter and clinking of glasses echoed in the air. The waiters, wearing crisp uniforms, shuttled among the guests, moving lightly and quickly, providing every guest with the most thoughtful service. services.

Burlogo was wearing a tight formal suit that looked like a straitjacket, and his hair was smeared with gel and had been carefully worked on by a stylist for half an hour.

The whole process is like going to jail.

Boluogo didn't feel like he was the protagonist of the dinner. It was more like a trial. These people were the judge and jury, and Boluogo was the criminal who was being scrutinized by countless eyes.

As for Nathaniel, Borogo thought he might be his defense attorney.

In short, Boluogo stood in the center of the banquet hall, and under the guidance of Nathaniel, smiled, said hello, and clinked glasses with the unfamiliar faces.

"So you understand?"

After the arduous and hypocritical social session, Nathaniel asked Boluogo with a smirk on his face.

"Understand what?"

Boluogo's cheeks were slightly red. Since the rainy night revenge a few years ago, he rarely drank alcohol and rarely smoked. He is almost a man without any bad habits.

"I understand why you are here," Nathaniel patted Boluogo on the back hard, "Stand up straighter, raise your face higher, yes, that's the arrogant posture."

Nathaniel said, "You can represent the Bureau of Order now. Your appearance, words and deeds are all related to the attitude of the Bureau of Order."

"Of course I know this truth," Bologo pulled on his tie. It was too tight and Bologo could hardly breathe. "I'm just a little disappointed."

"Disappointment? Which part?"

Nathaniel took a bottle of champagne from the waiter's hand. For high-level sublimation practitioners, alcohol will not affect them at all. As long as they are slightly etherified, they can easily metabolize these things, but Nathaniel obviously If he doesn't do this, others drink for social etiquette, but he really likes the feeling of being drunk.

"What should I say?"

Boluogo thought for a moment and looked forward. It was a fountain surrounded by flowers and candlelight. The water sparkled against the light, which was extremely luxurious.

"I don't like this kind of occasion, and I don't like drinking and clinking glasses with a group of guys I don't know."

Boluogo said intermittently, "When I was an ordinary person and a low-level condenser, these occasions had no chance for me. I was very free. Now that I have become a high-ranking glorious person, I control the terrifying power. Instead, I Deeper and deeper in bondage.”

"Don't you think this is weird?"

Nathaniel smiled, showing his white teeth. Many years ago, he had stood at such a dinner party, and he had the same confusion as Boluogo.

"I know what you are thinking, Boluogo. You are a proud and glorious person, but you have to spend your time doing things you don't want to do with these guys."

As if by magic, a shining silver knife appeared in Nathaniel's hand.

He stood behind Boluogo, put the knife into Boluogo's hand, strangled Boluogo's wrist with his hand, and played with it casually.

"Boluogo, you are the Glorious One, at the top of the food chain, and you are simply the master of the world. Of course you can do whatever you want," Nathaniel's words were full of alcohol. "You are unhappy with everything here, right? Then you can kill everyone, everyone you feel unhappy with."

Boluogo was stunned for a moment, turned around in confusion, and looked into Nathaniel's eyes. Boluogo knew that he was not joking.

"Are you unhappy with him?"

Nathaniel didn't pay attention to Boluogo's gaze, but raised his hand and pointed the knife at a middle-aged man in the distance.

"Actually, I feel bad about him too...I don't like the color of his tie."

"you're drunk?"

"No, I'm sober. I'm a Glorious One. Just like you, I can do whatever I want," Nathaniel said, pointing to the next person, "Or should I kill him? When he just clinked the glasses, the wine spilled When it comes to me, it should be considered a reason to kill him, right?"

Nathaniel was like a murderer, recounting a lot of weird reasons. Fortunately, his voice was very low, and only Boluogo could hear these crazy words.

Suddenly, Nathaniel's tone became rational, he let go of Boluogo's arm, and took the knife from his hand.

"Look, Boluogo, you are actually very free. You have the ability to break the constraints at any time. It is just because of some morals, etiquette and the like that you are willing to be restrained."

Nathaniel flipped his hand, and the knife disappeared without a trace in his hand.

"As long as we want, I can turn this place into a slaughterhouse and send everyone's heads back to their hometown to warn those forces and let them see the consequences of making the Bureau of Order unhappy."

"This can indeed solve the problem, but it is a bit too barbaric and cruel, and the most important thing is..."

Borogo took up Nethanil's words, "The efficiency is too low."

Nathaniel looked like he understood my thoughts and agreed, "Yes, the efficiency is too low."

"Using violence to control others is indeed very effective, but it is also inefficient, so we need some hypocritical means that are less violent but still show our own strength, that is, social interaction, this dinner party."

Nathaniel narrowed his eyes, "It's better to argue at the dinner table than to fight with real swords and guns on the battlefield, right?"

Boluogo agreed with this sentence. He is a person who has actually experienced war. Boluogo knows very well what kind of place the battlefield is.

Thinking of this, Boluogo looked at the luxurious dinner venue again, and he suddenly felt that everything here was not so eye-catching.

"Power and responsibility go hand in hand," Nathaniel said. "Once you were a nobody, but now you are a big shot."

"Big shot?"

Boluogo smiled mockingly to himself. This word unexpectedly did not match him, but he pressed it together forcefully.

"After gaining power, do you have to become a savior?" Boluogo talked to himself in his heart, "This sounds like a moral kidnapping."

"No, that's not the case at all," Bologg asked himself in his heart, "It is precisely because he became the savior that he gained strength."

Boluogo regards himself as such a person, and that's why he got everything he has.

"It seems that I still have a lot to learn," Boluogo sighed helplessly, "It sounds really troublesome."

"No, actually not too many," Nathaniel reminded, "The most indispensable thing for the Order Bureau is the logistics staff. They can handle troublesome things like socializing. You just need to show your face. "

“But the key is showing up.”

Nathaniel finally got to the point of the conversation and looked at Bologo's appearance carefully, "I have to say, Bologo, you are very good at showing your face."

"Be specific."

"Probably just put on a arrogant face, maintain a sense of mystery, and make others fear you. Naturally, other professionals will handle the rest for you."

"It sounds like my position is like the stamp on a document where it's signed off."

"Absolutely." Nathaniel was amused by Boluogo. "Don't feel pressured. This kind of thing is simply a show-off."

"ah?"

Boluogo coughed twice.

Nathaniel emphasized, "However, this kind of thing also has its own style."

"Like the nouveau riche and the aristocrats," Bologeau said.

The upstart Bologg really didn't know a few of them, but when he mentioned the nobility, the first thing that came to his mind was Palmer.

Based on this analogy, in fact, the aristocratic style does not seem to be that strong.

"Yes, but you are different. You don't need any assets or bloodline to endorse you. Your strength is your most solid proof," Nathaniel added, "But like I just said, we need to Some false and friendly social interaction to show others.”

"At this point, you need to maintain a good image. If you are crazy, it will only make our allies feel uneasy. If you are too polite, or even cowardly, it will make them feel that they have the ability to challenge our status."

Nathaniel looked at Boluogo's face again, "So at this point, you are indeed very talented. You are unsmiling and cold, and even your eyes are so perfect. God, sometimes, I feel that I am despised by you. ”

Regarding contempt, Boluogo didn't want to explain anymore.

"Of course, what I'm talking about now is external. Internally, your image is also very important." Nathaniel made a fist and tapped Boluogo's chest. "In the eyes of many employees, you will be their hero."

"A leader who is visible, tangible and tangible."

…

Boluogo blinked hard and looked down at the many snacks at his feet.

Putting these things together with Boluogo, it is obviously completely opposite to the powerful and mysterious image of Boluogo created by the Bureau of Order.

Boluogo is thinking about whether to defend himself on the so-called pro-people line.

In fact, there is nothing to defend.

Boluogo hated those red tapes, and he also hated deliberately pretending to be another powerful and mysterious existence. That was too high and mighty, and more like an unreachable god than a hero that people could touch in the story.

So Borogo listened to Nethaniel's words, but only in part.

"Come to think of it, Nathaniel told me not to learn from you," Bologg muttered to himself. "He said that if a guy like you becomes a leader, you will definitely get into trouble with your mouth and trigger diplomatic relations. accidental."

"Ah? What did you say?"

Palmer had just opened a pack of jelly beans and wondered what Burlogo was suddenly saying.

"Um...nothing."

Boluogo shook his head, stood up, and stretched his body vigorously.

"I have to go now."

Bologo said, walking towards the body in the center of the intersection. His movement attracted the attention of everyone present. Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at Bologo.

"Done."

Boluogo complained in a low voice. Sure enough, this group of people seemed to be working, but they all kept staring at him with their peripheral vision.

Palmer was so careless that he didn't notice this at all, "Speaking of which, I just wanted to ask, the battle is over, what are you doing here all the time?"

After learning the news here, Palmer was sent to guard the scene to deal with various emergencies. At this time, Boluogo could have left, but he sat in the shadows all afternoon.

"Just guarding the body."

Boluogo first walked to the end of the corpse, stood on the bloodshot spine, and pulled out the resentment bite, and a crisp sound resounded all around.

"Every evil creature in this world has power beyond imagination. Who knows, it is really dead or pretending to be dead. What if it comes back to life?"

Boluogo said, kicking the corpse hard.

There were still too many secrets about the devil that Boluogo didn't know. In order to avoid any accidents, he waited beside the body of the Abyssal Throat for an entire afternoon. Only after he was sure that it was completely dead did he dare to relax. a bit.

"The battle is over. It's time to go back and report the situation and rest."

Boluogo came to the saw axe, reached out and took off the restless axe. It calmed down, like a cat being picked up by the scruff of the neck.

At this moment, Boluogo felt that the battle was over in a real sense.

Boluogo took a long breath and looked at the city after layers of blockade. There should be many people curiously surrounding the blockade area. There are also many reporters trying their best to cross the cordon. Many field staff are also In a secret operation, we are searching for the first witnesses who fled the scene.

During the dinner, Nathaniel's words echoed in Boluogo's mind inexplicably.

"In addition to efficiency, there is another reason not to use violence easily."

"It's easier to break order than to rebuild it."

The order of Oath City Opos is still under control, but the order of the world is gradually collapsing.

Boluoge gathered his emotions and prepared to leave the scene. Maybe it was because he was under too much pressure in the etheric realm. After killing the Throat of the Abyss, Boluogo only felt that his anger was vented, and there was no actual sense of accomplishment.

When he was about to cross the cordon, Bologo stopped and found that the others were still looking at him with eager eyes and fiery expressions.

Bologo has only seen this kind of attitude in two kinds of crowds, one is the fans celebrating victory, and the other is gang members preparing to start a gang fight.

Malik stood among the crowd, staring at Boluogo. As he stared, his body trembled inexplicably, like a boiling kettle, with the lid constantly being lifted by steam.

I don’t know who was the first to let out a cheer, and then everyone responded.

Everyone was cheering, cheering that Boluo Ge had defeated another evil in this world, cheering that one of the dark clouds that shrouded the world had disappeared again.

This was a real feat, a monster that only existed in legends was slain in the streets like a wild dog.

The oncoming wave stunned Boluogo's mind. When Palmer took his hand and raised it high, Boluogo truly understood what Nathaniel said at that time.

Borogo became the Grim Reaper to some, their hero.