I seem to be an evil god

crunch, crunch

The sound of the wooden cart shaking sounded on the street. An old man dressed as a fisherman was pushing it calmly. There was a pile of fresh-looking fish on the two-wheeled wooden cart. Behind the old man was a child who was not even taller than his waist. .

"Sell fish, sell fish."

The old man shouted in a clear voice, and the child followed him with his head lowered without saying a word.

boom!

A violent explosion sounded, a red light lit up in the sky, and suddenly more than a dozen figures appeared on the street, all ordinary people who ran away from home because of fear.

"Come on! Who knows who is fighting over there!"

"This place is really not for people to live in. One dozen a day every three days, one dozen every five days. How can we live like this!"

"Don't complain. If you don't become a professional, then just bear this honestly."

"So what if you're a professional! Isn't it great to be a professional!"

"Hehe, professionals are amazing. If nothing else, it's not easy to beat you, a brat."

"Where are the witchers? Where is the church? Why don't they care!"

The person who shouted this sentence was a sad and angry young man. As soon as he said this, the people who fled fell silent.

Yeah, where's the witcher? What about the church? Where are all the organizations that preach fairness and justice? We just want to live quietly, why should we endure these sufferings?

At this time, a middle-aged man among the people who were escaping spoke. This middle-aged man walked briskly and maintained a good breathing rhythm while running. He wore a pair of durable moccasins under his feet. He knew how to escape at first glance. veteran.

"Demon hunter? Church? Where do you think we live? In the aristocratic district in the center of the city? In this world, no one will help you for no reason. As for counting on demon hunters and the church, don't dream!"

The words of the middle-aged man silenced everyone. They live in the most prosperous harbor area in the city besides the aristocratic area and the commercial area. This place has given birth to legendary figures one after another. They have transcended the restrictions of identity and status, Successfully entered the upper class in the Lion City.

However, while the Harbor District is known as the birthplace of the legend, it is also a gathering place for underground societies in the Lion City. Organizations of various sizes emerge in endlessly, and the corpses that die every day can fill an entire warehouse.

Here, the lives of professionals are as worthless as ordinary people. Fighting is the main theme here, and killing and death are just embellishments after the battle.

Because of this, the harbor area has a unique name...the Colosseum.

The old fisherman and the child looked at the fleeing people together. Watching these people running past him in a hurry, a glint flashed in the child's eyes, with an indescribable mature temperament.

"These people are so pathetic."

Hearing the child's words, the old man smiled. He still pushed the flatbed truck deeper into the city and walked towards the explosion site against the fleeing crowd.

"Yes, it is precisely because of these poor people that the world needs us."

"Need us? We just need to..."

The child stopped mid-sentence because two arrogant young men suddenly appeared on the street in front of him.

The two young men rushed out of a relatively gorgeous house, carrying a large bag on their backs with bulging contents.

"The harvest is good today. I have noticed this family for a long time. It seems that there is a blacksmith apprentice."

"Blacksmith's Apprentice, that's a really big shot."

The two young men laughed loudly. So what about the blacksmith apprentice? In the end, everything was stolen by their brothers.

Smiling, one of them put his pocket on his back and said greedily:

"If you ask me, we should stop the escaping people. They must have the most valuable things on them."

"Idiot, if you want to die, don't take me with you. Is there a simple way to survive in the harbor area? Our kind of petty theft is nothing, but blocking the road? Do you want to be chopped into pieces and thrown into the sewer!"

The second young man scolded in a low voice, and the greedy one shrank his neck, but still whispered:

"Brother, you are all professionals, why are you afraid of what those ordinary people will do..."

"Am I afraid? I am cautious!"

The young man who was called the eldest brother glared at the second one, and the greedy No. 2 immediately stopped talking.

After about 10 minutes, the eldest brother suddenly reached out to stop No. 2. No. 2 looked up and saw that his eldest brother, who had always been confident of winning, was a little anxious at this moment.

What's wrong?

No. 2 was a little confused, but then he heard the unique creaking sound of the wooden cart. The combination of an old man and a child appeared in his eyes, and a playful look flashed on No. 2's face.

"Hey! Old man! Don't go forward! You can't interfere with what's ahead!"

When No. 2 shouted, the elder brother's expression changed. It was too late to stop him. He could only glance at No. 2 hatefully, and then said respectfully:

"I don't know what I call you, old man? This brother of mine is a bit unable to speak, but there are indeed professionals fighting in front of me, so please be careful."

"Be careful? Hahaha, do you know who is in front of you? We are..."

The child laughed wildly and was about to introduce his origins to scare the two thieves, but the old man suddenly stretched out his hand to interrupt.

"Thanks for reminding me, brother, I know."

The child looked at the old man blankly. He didn't understand why he did this. The two people in front of him were just ants to them. Is it necessary to be so careful?

The old fish seller didn't say anything, and just pushed the cart over calmly. The eldest brother walked by with No. 2, and they were about to part ways when they saw it.

"Old man! We're telling you such important news. It's not too much to take a fish, right?"

With that said, No. 2 reached out and took a fresh salmon from the trolley. He fiddled with the tail of the fish and shook it at the old man. The fishy blood on the fish was thrown directly on the child's head.

"you wanna die!"

The child shouted loudly, opened his small eyes completely, and stared at the young man No. 2.

Not to be outdone, young man No. 2 also stared back.

"What happened to your fish? You're so young and can't speak!"

Snapped!

A loud slap sounded, and young man No. 2 looked at his elder brother blankly, wondering why he wanted to hit him?

The eldest brother didn't mean to answer. He bent directly to the old fish seller at 90 degrees, and at the same time offered his just harvest with both hands.

"Please don't be angry. My brother is ignorant. Please accept these valuables."

Youth No. 2 froze on the spot, with a sneer on his small child's face, "You want us to let you go with such a small thing, it's too..."

"You don't have to be so polite," the old man interrupted the child. "This fish of mine isn't worth much, so I'll give it to you."

"This... old man..."

The eldest brother was hesitating and speechless. He was afraid that these two people were professionals with vicious minds. If he didn't like them, he would die without knowing how.

"Okay, let's go."

The old man deliberately showed a hint of aura when he spoke. The eldest brother, who had been bending over all the time, looked stern and immediately fled with his brother.

"Why let them go?" the child asked unhappily.

"Is it interesting to argue with ordinary people like this? Hayes."