Chapter 2168
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"Are there criminals in Istanbul? Or, are there enough criminals? "Chen Zhao wasn't too interested in killing people with a purpose.
Chen Zhao had killed people too, and many at that.
It felt like someone gave you a mission to kill people. They would only give you a pass after you killed a certain number of people.
Chen Zhao didn't like this feeling.
At least, he didn't think that the reward was proportional to the effort.
"Every time there's an event like this, the organizer will attract some criminals or criminal groups to the host city and treat them as the spiritualists' prey. It's not just the Battle of Holy Glory or Istanbul. In fact, these criminals and criminal groups are the appetizers for many events in the spiritual world."
"Treating humans as prey. What a bad taste."
"Have you done something like this before?" Byfla looked at Chen Zhao meaningfully.
"Uh … Now that you mention it, I really want to do it too."
Chen Zhao suddenly realized that he was in no position to say this.
Because he himself often treated others as prey.
The process might be different, but the method was the same.
"To you and me, ordinary people are no different from ants. The only thing that binds us is the morals we grew up with. Right now, we're facing criminals with no morals at all. The only thing that binds us also disappears. In our worldview, the idea that criminals all deserve to die gives us an inexplicable pleasure when we hunt them. This is the so-called hero complex."
Chen Zhao really wanted to retort, but he realized that he couldn't.
"Also, don't you think that we're doing justice now?"
"Okay, you've convinced me."
People like Chen Zhao and Byfla didn't need to overcome any psychological burden.
They didn't have any psychological burden about killing people.
They were telling themselves that they were right and those people deserved to die.
Chen Zhao and Byfla circled the streets and locked onto a criminal group.
From some obvious features, they could tell that they weren't locals.
"Why are they here?" Chen Zhao asked curiously.
"Maybe it's some business, or it's fake news. Anyway, it's easy for the organizer to attract these criminals here."
Chen Zhao and Byfla tailed the group of criminals to their place of residence.
It was an abandoned street. It was very remote and suitable for them to act.
However, it was still early, so the two of them waited patiently.
"There are at least a hundred criminals here. Shall we split them evenly?"
"Let's do it based on our own abilities. Whoever hunts the most is the one with the most ability. There's no point in splitting it evenly," Byfla said disapprovingly.
"Are you sure you can beat me?" Chen Zhao asked.
It wasn't that Chen Zhao looked down on Byfla. He just felt that he was stronger than Byfla.
Byfla smiled. "Why do you think I can't compete with you?"
"Alright, let's see who's capable." Chen Zhao shrugged.
At the same time, he was determined to teach Byfla a good lesson.
Byfla glanced at Chen Zhao. He could feel Chen Zhao's competitiveness.
However, how could he remain calm?
He secretly made up his mind to fight Chen Zhao to see who was stronger.
At this moment, three figures descended from the sky.
They were three spiritualists, an old man, a middle-aged woman, and a young man.
The three spiritualists landed on the roof opposite Chen Zhao and Byfla.
"We targeted the criminals here first. Please leave." The old man had a benevolent smile.
The middle-aged woman and the young man were both arrogant. They looked like they deserved a beating.
When they looked at Chen Zhao, their eyes were filled with anticipation.
Chen Zhao grinned. Once again, Byfla was ignored.
"The founder of the Roy Prophet Religion." Byfla looked at the old man. "He has a very special magic called Battle Prophet. No matter what kind of enemy he faces, he can predict what they are going to do and how they are going to attack."
Chen Zhao had to admit that Byfla's presence was really too low.
The three didn't notice Byfla at all.
Even if Byfla told them where they came from in front of them.
The three seemed to be blind. They didn't notice Byfla at all.
"Battle Prophet? I wonder if they can predict that I'll beat them into pig heads? "Chen Zhao clenched his fists and looked at the three maliciously.
However, Chen Zhao was still curious about the battle prophet's fighting style.
Could it be that he could see the future?
If they could see the future, why would they continue to stay here?
Would Chen Zhao lose to them in the future?
Chen Zhao looked at the three people in front of him with interest.
He took a step forward.
The old man's expression turned serious.
He looked at Chen Zhao warily.
This was because the magic he used was dozens of times more than usual.
Chen Zhao suddenly moved and punched at the old man.
But the punch missed.
The moment Chen Zhao attacked, the old man took a few steps back.
He wasn't fast, but he was one step faster than Chen Zhao.
The moment Chen Zhao missed, the old man's palm was already pressed against Chen Zhao's forehead.
Boom!
Chen Zhao was sent flying.
He hadn't been in such a sorry state in a long time.
He landed heavily on the ground. His clothes were burnt too.
At this moment, the criminal group hiding there heard the explosion and all rushed out.
They saw Chen Zhao standing on the ground, his body smoking.
They also saw the three people on the roof.
Byfla was ignored again.
All the guns were pointed at Chen Zhao and the three on the roof.
But no one paid attention to the criminals.
"Who are you? Hands up! "
Chen Zhao clearly didn't plan on cooperating with the criminals. He stared at the old man on the roof.
The middle-aged woman and the young man were both excited and proud.
It was like they'd defeated Chen Zhao.
The old man frowned because he hadn't held back just now.
But Chen Zhao didn't seem to be hurt at all.
The leader of the criminal group was suspicious.
He and his subordinates clearly didn't know what was going on.
Are these people the police?
They didn't look like Interpol?
Or were they in the same line?
"Boss, what should we do? Should we kill them all? "
"I don't know. Wait."
The leader yelled, "Did you hear that? Hands up! Or else I won't go easy on you. "
However, his threat was ignored by everyone present.
The leader was a bit angry. He grabbed his subordinate's gun, pointed it at Chen Zhao, and fired.
Bang!
Ding!
Chen Zhao's head tilted slightly and a deformed bullet landed on the ground.
Chen Zhao slowly turned his head to look at the leader.
"Do you want to die faster?" Chen Zhao asked emotionlessly.
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