In the evening, Han Lang left the hospital and took the subway back to the city. He got off at the bustling commercial district where the battle had taken place. He had arranged to meet Chen Zhong and the Monk there. Today was the seventh anniversary of the death of the seven superhumans. People were going to hold a memorial here.
Many people got off the train. Han Lang followed the crowd out of the station and was shocked by the scene on the streets.
The sky was not completely dark yet, but many people had already lit candles. White candles were placed in front of the shops, in the windows, on both sides of the streets, beside the flower beds, in front of the windows of the skyscrapers, and on the rooftops of every building.
Night fell. Everyone seemed to have agreed on this. There were no lights, only faint but nostalgic candlelight.
That night, the entire city was lit by candles. Many children carried white lanterns. As the lanterns swayed, the candlelight flickered.
The young mother led her daughter past Han Lang. The girl was small and carried a duck lantern. The candle in the lantern was also small.
"Mom, what are superhumans?" the girl asked in a childish voice.
"A group of very powerful warriors," the mother said kindly.
"What do they do?" the girl asked.
"They join the battle to protect the earth and its people."
The little girl thought for a moment. "Will they protect me?"
"Yes."
"Will they protect mom?"
"Yes."
"Will they protect grandpa?"
"Yes."
"Will they protect grandma?"
"Yes, superhumans will protect our family, the children in the kindergarten, and the aunties and uncles on the streets." The mother tried her best to explain.
Oh.
The little girl seemed to understand something. She nodded and said happily, "I understand now. Superhumans are good people!"
Han Lang smiled, and passed by the cute little girl in a flash.
Once upon a time, people did not have the same impression of superhumans as they did today. There were always reports of superhumans bullying others and even breaking the law.
But now, everyone understood that whether it was superhumans or ordinary people, there were many bad people and even more good people among them.
The world had always been like this. Before a good person stepped forward, they were always unknown. Just like Pang Zuolin, the man who had swooped down from the skies, sacrificing himself to destroy the alien battleship and save the civilians.
Now, Pang Zuolin was already a hero and was known as the Bronze Bull Warrior. The words he shouted before his death, "No matter how weak Earth is, it's still my home!" had long been known by young and old, and it was the classic slogan of the year.
But before Pang Zuolin became a hero, he was just an unknown physical education teacher. He never flaunted his identity as a superpower user and lived an ordinary life.
True heroes will only stand up when the world needs them. Normally, they are always unknown.
As someone who had personally experienced the battle, Han Lang saw with his own eyes how the superhumans who usually did not show their abilities rushed to the battlefield without a care for their lives. Within a minute, more than forty superhumans had gathered on the battlefield, and within three minutes, more than two hundred superhumans had arrived. None of them were soldiers, but when disaster struck, their speed of gathering was even faster than the army! Even more so, without hesitation!
Tonight, the city was pitch-black, but in this darkness, there was hope.
More and more people gathered. Even the weak candlelight could illuminate the darkness.
Han Lang stopped in front of the window of a shop. The huge screen was broadcasting the mourning activities around the world, starting from Beijing, Shanghai, Guangzhou, and other East Asian cities. Wherever the night fell, the candlelight that represented hope would be lit.
Seoul, Taipei, Vladivostok, Tokyo. The candlelight crossed the distant Pacific Ocean to America, and from America to the deep Atlantic Ocean, reaching Europe. That night, the whole world was sleepless.
Han Lang felt someone behind him. He turned around and saw Tyrant and Chen Zhong. It was unknown when Chen Zhong had shaved off his ponytail and became bald. Tyrant was carrying a huge travel bag. When the two of them stood together, they looked like a big monk and a small monk.
"Your hair …" Han Lang frowned and asked.
Chen Zhong rubbed his now bald head and said with a smile, "I've shaved it. It takes me more than an hour just to take care of those little braids every day. I might as well eat a few pork knuckles if I have the time."
"Where's your earpiece?"
"I threw it away."
"Where's your baseball shirt?"
"Why are you so troublesome?" Chen Zhong shook the fat on his body and said, "Let me put it this way. After seeing the two of you tonight, I plan to go into seclusion and focus on gaining weight and cultivating. I'll do my best to prepare for the second stage of the stress test. You guys don't have to call me. I've thrown my phone away too."
The monk shrugged. "What a coincidence. I was just about to tell you that I'm going back to the mountain to go into seclusion tonight. I'm here to say goodbye. The first stage of the stress test isn't my strong point. My strong point is combat techniques. Therefore, I have to take advantage of this time to strengthen myself."
Han Lang nodded slightly. It turned out that he wasn't the only one who had been changed by the battle. The monk and Chen Zhong had also become more hardworking than before.
"What a coincidence." Han Lang thought about it and said, "In the past, when I didn't know that I had superpowers, I always thought that even if the sky collapsed, there would be someone taller to hold it up. What did it have to do with me? Now, I suddenly realized that I'm that tall person. If the sky really collapsed, I would risk my life to hold it up. "
"Actually, I'm also here to say goodbye to you guys. The day after tomorrow, I'll go to the Ruins Administration Bureau. They've found a place for me to cultivate. I'm going there to go into seclusion."
Chen Zhong didn't say anything. The Galaxy Convention would be held next year. Earth might become a colony of others. Even if they were lucky enough to pass the Galaxy Convention, there would be more enemies like the Marauders outside, eyeing Earth covetously.
This was the era of the universe. It was also a cruel era where the strong preyed on the weak. As the only warriors on this planet, the superpowers on Earth were under a lot of pressure.
The monk shrugged and said, "Ruins Administration Bureau? Chu Li and Li Muyun want to recruit you to the branch office. "
Han Lang said, "What were they doing earlier? However, I heard that a large number of superpowers are taking the initiative to apply to join the Administration Bureau and other combat organizations. The branch office shouldn't be lacking in manpower."
Chen Zhong nodded. "That's right. In the past, with Clark holding the fort, superpowers could do whatever they wanted. Now, it's no longer possible. Without Clark, we have to hold the fort. If I can't pass the stress test, I'll report directly to the Army Department."
Just as he finished speaking, Chen Zhong's wristwatch suddenly beeped.
Chen Zhong placed the backpack behind him on the ground and took out a piece of extremely fat ham that weighed two kilograms. He opened his mouth and gnawed on it, swallowing it with all his might.
Seeing Han Lang and the monk looking at him, Chen Zhong threw a photo to them. In the photo was a young man with handsome features and a well-proportioned body. Other than the meticulously braided little braids on his head, it was impossible to tell that this was Chen Zhong in the past.
Chen Zhong sat on the ground and forcefully stuffed the huge ham into his stomach. He drank two mouthfuls of water and continued to gnaw on the second ham. Han Lang saw that Chen Zhong's neck was already congested with blood, as if he was going to vomit at any time. However, he continued to swallow the ham.
"I want to eat."
"I have to eat even if I have to risk my life."
"Who asked me to be a transformation-type superpower user? Without fat, I have no combat power. Without combat power, I can't protect anyone."
"I'd rather eat like a pig than see what happened that day again."
"If you want to laugh at me, laugh at me. I don't care."
Han Lang and the monk, of course, would not laugh at him. They would only respect him.
To others, delicacies were a form of enjoyment. To Chen Zhong, delicacies were pain!
This damned world had forced the young man of the past into such a state.
Han Lang sighed softly and raised his head to look at the endless candlelight in the distance and the people who were silently praying under the candlelight.
This night was so beautiful.
This pressure was so heavy.
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