How come this main god space is filled with stitching monsters!

"The man has gold at his knees!" Wang Xia frowned. Regardless of whether this was how his character should behave in the script, he really didn't like Meyer's current behavior: "Stand up! Don't kneel!"

Cheng Xiao smiled bitterly and pulled Meier up from the ground, helped him to the sofa, and asked him what happened.

Just as Xiao Honglu guessed, Meier met the families of the victims of the Black Goat Incident.

Meyer, who was furious because of his aunt's death, could not retain much sanity. When he obtained from Wu Jie enough power to destroy the Black Goat Factory and avenge his aunt, the only word in his mind was destruction.

But you must know that although the Black Goat Factory has been highly mechanized in terms of guard force, the production workers are all residents of the Balalaika area. Meier used Wu Jie's power to cause a stir there. He was happy, but those who were It is unknown how many workers were accidentally injured.

The Black Goat Factory is an important source of jobs in the Balalaika area. Now it has been destroyed. Not to mention the families who have lost their source of income and whose whole families depend on the salary of an employee and are now suddenly without food. It is just the ordinary people who died in the big explosion. I don’t know the geometry.

There was a death-related demigod present at that time to clean up the mess for what Meier had done, otherwise it would not have happened, but Meier and the victim's family members had no idea about this.

And no one really thinks that Black Goat Factory will compensate those workers who lost their lives innocently, right?

A few days ago, Meier was detained at home by a group of people from the Central Continent Team to practice. Now he has learned a little bit through half-cultivation and half-initiation. He is about to go out again and rely on his own strength to do justice. However, he saw someone in the streets and alleys. It is indeed devastated.

"What have I done!"

Meier was trembling as he kept sobbing. Just when the onlookers from the Zhongzhou team wanted to continue acting according to the script, the ajar door of Meier's house was pushed open. The man who was once like a god in Meier's eyes was once again Appeared in front of him.

"Meyer, tell me, what is a hero?"

Like a frightened little animal, Meier instinctively wanted to avoid this man's question, but the answer he once gave actually kept echoing in his heart: "A hero is a powerful person! As long as the power is strong enough! You can be a knight. Be righteous! Then you are not bound by anyone or anything! You can do whatever you want!"

The words he once said turned into a weapon of punishment, torturing Meier's heart.

How ridiculous, how sad.

His so-called heroic act has become a nightmare for others. The look in the eyes of the family members of the innocent people who died in the destruction caused by his heroic act, and the tone of horror and hatred in their voices when they talked about the explosion that day, will become his eternal nightmare.

He gained great power and used this power to complete his revenge and destroy the evil Black Goat Factory.

The Black Goat Factory takes countless lives of workers every year, and the wages given to workers are enough to barely support their families. If you want to get more remuneration, you must work harder overtime. Even during traditional festivals where families have been reunited since ancient times, there are still a large number of overtime workers in the Black Goat Factory.

Moreover, the extremely harsh working environment has greatly shortened the life cycle of workers. Even if they do not die on the factory assembly line, they will definitely suffer from injuries and illnesses, and finally die painfully on their own beds. And those workers will hardly receive any decent compensation. It is said that the Black Goat Factory would rather spend large sums of money to pay fines and bribe gangs to suppress troubled workers than to hand over a grain of food to workers who need food. In family hands.

And he destroyed that sinful place. In his eyes a few days ago, he was a hero!

But now, he even wants to stop his revengeful self.

"That's him?" The silver-haired girl frowned and looked at Meier who was curled up in a ball, and said disdainfully: "I just accidentally killed a few people, and then I was hit like this by the truth. Are you really sure that this guy is the potential successor to the Son of Destiny? ? Those who achieve great things do not stick to trivial matters. The first-generation demon hunter Van Helsing once followed the Destined Man to save the world. He fought countless wars, large and small, and countless humans died. Even some of the partners who followed him at the beginning died in the battle. Otherwise, today’s Avengers wouldn’t just look like Liumai, could he really be the reincarnation of that person?”

"If I say he is, he is. If he is not, I will let him be."

There was no trace of pity on Wu Jie's face, and he just told Van Helsing coldly: "I have already taken you to see the person, and the rest of the operation is entirely up to you. Meyer will be the best candidate for destiny. Of course, we will also look for more people." There are many destiny candidates.”

"Then you made a promise with me!"

"Don't worry, I will provide all the conditions for the rebuilding of the Demon Hunter Avengers organization. Whether it is funds, weapons, or anything else, material support can be called at any time. Our strength is beyond your imagination. As for manpower. "Wu Jie pointed at Meyer, but his cold eyes were a little wavering: "Believe me, he will be your best choice."

"No, I mean"

Fan Helsing wanted to ask for more detailed information, but Wu Jie had disappeared, leaving only her and a group of senior men from the Zhongzhou team looking at each other.

Teleporting out of the room, Wu Jie was still washed away by the heavy rain. The sound of rain carrying thick dust and harmful substances fell on his body, leaving dirt behind, tarnishing his holy and flawless body.

In the middle of the night, a figure washed away by the heavy rain rushed to Fu Zha's room, grabbed Fu Zha's shoulders while he was watching a video, and laughed like an idiot. He shouted with fierce eyes: "Quick! Give me a big mouth!" Use all your strength! Quick!!!”

Without thinking, Nega Zha raised his hand and slapped Wu Jie on the face. The power that can kill a giant dragon with bare hands, even if it cannot completely break the defense, can create a slap so loud that even thunder cannot suppress it, and let the sound echo in this apartment building. Wu Jie teleported away while Ning Zha looked confused, a little happy and more confused. Only the sound of a collection of sketches was playing steadily in the room.

"Fuck!" He panted violently, extremely cold, and his rational eyes quickly returned to chaos and confusion: "Damn it! I really let Chu Xuan take his body from the air! Ahhhh! It can't be the case. Chu Xuan must have planted some messy things in me a long time ago so that I could turn into his shape without even realizing it! Ahhhhh, don’t do this kind of thing!"

"If this is really the case, Kougu! Just kill me!"

My chest hurts so much. It seems I need to go to the hospital for a comprehensive physical examination.