When League of Legends Comes to American Comics

Chapter 15 Judgment
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The woman didn't speak. After a moment of silence, she put her trembling hand on the man's waistband.

"Hiss." The man subconsciously dodged for a moment, but the next moment he took the initiative to straighten his waist, "Yes, that's it. I have observed you for a while, and you are short of money?"

The woman nodded tremblingly, "My daughter is sick, and I need money."

"Heh" the man sneered, "So you're going to sell it?"

The woman didn't speak. She didn't know whether her daughter was awake or asleep, and she couldn't tell whether the conversation here would be transmitted to the room.

The man roughly grabbed the woman's chin, and his tone became vicious, "You are betraying your man."

"This is our daughter."

"Your man lost his life for his daughter." The man continued: "And you, is this how you repay him?"

"I can go for our daughter too"

"Shut up!" the man yelled, "Dirty scum like you deserves to go to hell!"

After the man finished speaking, he took a deep breath. He seemed to be trying to calm himself down. After a while, his tone became calm, "Let's start."

"Can you close the door?" the woman asked in a low voice.

She was already ready to sell herself for her daughter, but as a mother, she didn't want her daughter to know about the process of selling herself.

The man lowered his head and patted the top of the woman's head with his hand, "No, your daughter has the right to know who her mother is."

This seems to be the real purpose of his request.

He didn't feel that he was a criminal, but that he was like a falcon in the dark. He was tearing the veil of hypocrisy of the wicked, and he was punishing criminals that NYPD could not punish.

He likes to haunt the night, but he feels that his heart is for the light.

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The woman fell into silence again, and the man didn't bother to urge him. He seemed to enjoy this feeling very much, as if he became the king of the world in silence, a judge who could judge everything.

He likes to stand on the commanding heights of morality, use his own moral standards to judge and judge the behavior of others, and while sanctioning, he will also find an audience for this judgment.

However, at this moment, the onlookers couldn't help interrupting the man's enjoyment, "You must have killed many people, right?"

The man looked at Nan Ke, then quickly walked over, "I have tried many people."

From the sound of footsteps, Nan Ke could feel the man's anger. He raised his head to look at the man, with a mocking smile on his lips, "You like to use your deformed moral standards to judge other people?"

The man came to Nan Ke, he raised his pistol, and instead of pointing the muzzle at Nan Ke, he raised his pistol like a brick and smashed it down.

He needs an audience, whether the audience will live to the end or not, but at least during his trial, he needs a witness to ensure the 'fairness' of the judgment.

It was at this time that Nan Ke suddenly stood up from the stool, grabbed the man's arm with one hand, and then violently broke it.

With a crisp 'click', the man's arm was broken like chopsticks.

Although Nanke is only level 2, he has mastered the Soul of Sealing Demon Sword and Galewind Sword Technique. His physique is completely crushed when facing ordinary people, especially when facing an old man with gray temples.

The man didn't yell out, he should understand his situation, if he yelled out, he would be the first to expose himself.

Nan Ke's movements didn't stop because of the man's silence. He grabbed the man's broken arm and threw the man out like a shot put.

With a 'bang', the man knocked over the coffee table, hit his head on the ground, and left a bloodstain on the floor.

"Actually, I haven't killed anyone yet." Nan Ke walked towards the man, "Although I don't reject it, it's always necessary to find a suitable reason for this kind of thing, otherwise it's really hard to do it."

Nan Ke squatted down in front of the man, grabbed the man's hair with his hands, and pulled his face up, "Some people are evil, but they don't deserve death, and some people really deserve death."

The man is indeed an ordinary person. After being beaten twice by Nan Ke, it is very difficult for him to stand up now.

But it was such an 'ordinary person' who made Nan Ke feel the real evil in this world for the first time.

Nan Ke didn't summon the Yazakana Blade. He looked at the man in front of him, but he seemed to see the other side of the world, and he needed to use his hands to feel the world carefully.

Nan Ke raised his fist, and when the man tried to get up, he fell hard.

'boom'

The man's head made intimate contact with the ground.

immediately;

the second time.
the third time.
Until the screams sounded in this dilapidated apartment building.

After all, a man is not a tough guy like Stallone. When his flesh and blood began to blur, his reason and persistence were already like a floor, torn into pieces of wood dross by the destruction.

Screams and moans of pain continued to come out of the man's mouth. To be honest, the sound wasn't pleasant, but it sounded just right at this time.

Nan Ke's hand was very steady, still holding the man's head.

If a man applies his set of standards to gangsters, or people like Justin Hammer, Nan Ke may feel that the man is a little perverted and paranoid, but not to the point of being disgusting.

However, when a man reaches out to orphans, widows, or other objects weaker than him, when he uses his own set of distorted moral standards that do not consider the actual moral standards to restrain others.

Nan Ke suddenly felt a convulsion in his stomach, this man made him sick.

And this kind of disgust is not like the kind of disgust that I saw on the Internet when I saw a group of trolls hiding behind the screen attacking a professor of a certain school for his unprofessional ethics.

That kind of thing is separated by a screen, and the whole thing is still some distance away from me. I may be angry or helpless, but in the end, I just look at it and forget it.

Like this kind of thing, if you haven't experienced it yourself, it's hard for you to understand what harm it will do to the person involved.

But now, Nan Ke felt that he could be regarded as half of the parties involved.

When this nausea was placed in front of him, even under his nasal cavity, the disgusting taste seemed to be directly transmitted to his soul.

This feeling is like drinking with nausea, nausea is over the top.

Nan Ke stood up, dragging the man outside like carrying a dead pig.

When passing by the woman, Nan Ke said, "Go in and have a look."

Say it.

Nan Ke dragged the man downstairs. The man faced the ground, rubbing a deep red bloodstain on the ground, like a carefully laid red carpet.

At some point, a red mask appeared on Nan Ke's face. He lowered his head and said to the man, "You like to have audiences, right?"

Immediately, Nan Ke didn't wait for the man to answer.He was in front of the group of homeless people not far away;

lift the foot;

fall;

lift the foot;

fall;

The shrill screams became the most pleasant notes in Harlem tonight.

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One recommendation ticket;
collection one by one;

one investment at a time;

It has become the motivation to continue writing this book!

(End of this chapter)