Just after Zolo appeared on the stage, in a restaurant next to the square, in a private room on the third floor by the window, Ren and Susanna were having dinner together.
Ren sat on the mahogany chair, condescendingly watching the scene in the square like a boss behind the scenes.
He shook the goblet in his hand and said to the girl opposite:
"You know, in my opinion, as a savior, you should appear at a critical moment when the atmosphere reaches a climax.
Like Zorro did before, going out to shout in person, not to mention the effect, is too cheap and has no cards at all.
As the protagonist, he should make his debut amidst the shock of others and the explanations of passers-by, and perform a show of pretending to slap someone in the face or save the world!"
Susanna cut a medium-rare steak into a small piece with a table knife, put it into her mouth with a fork, and while eating, she shouted: "Okay, boss, stop pretending, hurry up and eat!"
Renn laughed: "If you live in this world, if you don't show off, you will lose most of the fun. In my hometown, when masters fight, the time and place must be very particular.
For example, the Imperial Palace is great. On a full moon night, let's have a decisive battle on the top of the Forbidden City, which will stir up troubles and attract the attention of everyone. No matter you win or lose, it will be an honor!"
She rolled her eyes at him, Susanna took a sip of red wine, pouted and said, "You must have lost your mind, so you went to the roof of the palace to fight. It was just killing people. Where is not a good place to die?"
It makes me feel uncomfortable to have people watching from the side. Who knows if they will intervene and not be afraid of being attacked or missed?"
Ren sneered and said with great disdain: "You have long hair but short knowledge, what do you know?
The venue, time and atmosphere are also different. They all say it's just to show off. They fight in smelly ditches and on the roofs of thatched houses. What a price drop. They're not street gangsters!
You simply don’t understand that many people spend their lives pretending to be awesome. Without an audience, how can you highlight your awesomeness? Without anyone to explain, how can others know how awesome you are?
As for killing people and stirring up excitement, don’t worry about details like whether others will pick up on others, because it’s always the protagonist who picks up on other people’s mistakes.”
Suzanne glared at him and asked, "I don't understand. How can you be sure that it will be Eugene and not Marcello himself?"
Also, you asked Sigurd to come to you a long time ago, how could you have foreseen this scene today?"
The Skeleton Gang is finished, and Eugene, who has lost an arm, will not be able to return alive.
Susanna knew very well that Sigg had incited thousands of people, including gangsters, cowboys, and even killers.
In addition to the strange hero Zolo, there were at least a dozen third-level extraordinary beings and dozens of second-level extraordinary beings in the crowd. There were countless open and hidden arrows, which Marcelo couldn't withstand.
The reality is that Zorro, the strange hero, will not have a PK with Marcelo in the imperial city. When he is holding the ghost hand in front, others will not mind sneak attacks or interference.
Ghost Hand is only a little stronger than Zorro, otherwise he would have gotten rid of Zorro as a thorn in his side.
Renn smiled faintly: "If Marcelo comes to the square, it will be a different plan. As for Sigg, my plan at that time was not what it is now.
If Ugo is not caught by chance, I will ask Sigg to contact other gang bosses, and the process may be a little more complicated."
For Renn, the current situation is different from when he first made the plan. In fact, he has revised the plan several times.
As for why he didn't show up, of course there was a reason. Marcello and the ghoul were just using each other.
What Ren was afraid of was not the ghost hands, but the demon bosses who were behind the chaos on the plains.
He also deliberately pushed out the weirdo Zorro to provoke the thunder, and the demon boss would only notice him afterwards.
Since Zoro wants to be a hero so much, let him be one.
As for why he attacked Marcello, it was certainly not for justice. The big box Ugo mentioned was a fabrication, but Ghost Hand must have gained huge benefits, and he also coveted those good things.
In the square, with Zolo's appearance, the atmosphere reached its peak, and everyone turned their attention to him.
Zoro glanced at Eugene, who had only one arm left and his face was pale due to excessive blood loss, and the four men around him who were pale with fear.
He gave Sigg a wink, and Sigg immediately understood and said loudly: "Compatriots, Hero Zorro will take us to Green Street to deal with the ghost hand soon.
However, before that, we must kill Eugene and his men, everyone, revenge those who have injustice, and those who have vengeance, revenge!"
In fact, this is to submit a petition. Once the enemy's blood is stained, it will not be so easy to give up halfway.
In an instant, thousands of pairs of eyes full of hatred and anger stared at Eugene and the five of them. The people who had fallen into a state of fanaticism were much bolder than usual, but they showed no fear.
Glancing at the firearm that fell to the ground, Eugene, who only had his left arm left, sighed. As a gunner, he had lost most of his combat effectiveness and had no power to struggle.
As for the four men he brought with him, they were so frightened that they had nothing to do. They were only first-order extraordinary beings. How could they break through the siege among thousands of enemies?
However, for a while, no one took action, and the atmosphere was a bit dull. Many people were still hesitant to take action.
At this time, the old woman stood up again. She pointed her crutch at one of Eugene's men, a greasy middle-aged uncle who was already bald.
The old woman's arms were trembling, and her voice was very sad: "It's this beast who ruined my precious granddaughter!"
In an instant, countless eyes focused on the middle-aged man from the Skeleton Gang, and some people even squeezed through the crowd and walked towards him with an angry look on their face.
Being stared at by so many murderous eyes, the bald uncle's face turned pale.
He had an expression of disbelief when he was splashed with dirty water. He pointed at the grieving old woman and shouted: "Old woman, how can you accuse someone of innocence out of thin air? Brothers all know that I like men..."
Bang!
A dull collision sounded, and Wen Xi hurriedly kicked him on the back of the head, knocking the gay guy to the ground.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! The greasy middle-aged uncle fell to the floor tiles with a pop and fell unconscious.
"Wow, thank you to this good man for avenging my granddaughter!"
The old lady was crying and wiping her tears, secretly thinking that she was in great danger. She had been acting for a lifetime and almost lost her life because of a dead gay.
"It's okay, this kind of scum should be punished by everyone!"
Wen Xi, a strong man with afro hair, said angrily.
"You... you..."
A tall and thin man with a hooked nose looked shocked in the eyes of the Skeleton Gang. His voice trembled: "You...you are slanderous. My brother is gay..."
Bang!
The old lady's grandson, the blond young man, kicked him from behind and knocked him to the ground.
He sat directly on the Skeleton Gang member, punched him in the face several times, and hit him on the cheek and chin. The hook-nosed man swallowed all the words he had not yet spoken.
The blond young man slapped him wildly and roared: "You still dare to quibble! You are a bunch of treacherous beasts, and you dare to speak harshly even when you are about to die!"
Although the granddaughter mentioned by the old lady is fictitious, the Skeleton Gang does a lot of evil, and many people are really oppressed.
After someone started, many people soon rushed towards Eugene and his four men.
Everyone rushed forward, and the next scene was a bit bloody. After half a minute, Zoro looked away from Eugene and the others.
Soon, Sigg also turned his head slightly and looked away. Wenxi's eyelids twitched and he looked up at the sky.
Needless to say how miserable their fate was, the angry people tore them into pieces, literally.
The strongest among them, Eugene, was stabbed through the heart by a killer, a third-level [Stealth Shadow Warrior], and then his body was destroyed by people.
A quarter of an hour later, there were several pools of bones and pieces of flesh on the ground, and many people were covered in blood.
They turned their attention to Zorro, waiting for his instructions.
Now, some people have completely taken over and are desperate, while some people suddenly wake up and find that they have no way out.
Marcelo must retaliate for his evil deeds, but the more so, the more people want to kill him because they are afraid of being retaliated against.
Many people who vented their anger and resentment felt a little regretful. Looking at the blood on their bodies, they didn't understand why they were so impulsive just now. They clearly just wanted to join in the fun at the beginning.
Emotions are contagious, especially in collective activities. Research shows that the consciousness of blind obedience of the group can overwhelm individual rationality.
Once an individual classifies himself into the group, his IQ and reason will be pulled down to the average level, and his originally independent rationality will be overwhelmed by the madness of the group.
This has nothing to do with whether a person is smart or not. In a fanatical crowd, if he does not deliberately stay vigilant, he can easily be incited.
Seeing that the time was ripe and the final moment had come, Zoro waved his hand and shouted: "Go! In the name of justice, eradicate the traitors!"