Rocot: Reborn

Rocot staggered, almost being dragged away by Arya. He felt the disorder of energy in his body, like a group of angry poisonous snakes, madly running in his blood vessels, biting his internal organs. Damn it! This guy Rochil actually mastered the power of light!

"Let me go..." Rocot shook off Arya's hand, leaning against the ruins beside him, breathing heavily. His scarlet eyes stared at the direction where Rochiel disappeared, as if he was about to spit fire, "I will be back! I will make you pay the price!"

"Brother..." Arya looked at Rocot worriedly. She reached out to touch him, but he waved her hand away.

"Don't touch me!" Rocot roared, veins popping out on his forehead and his voice hoarse, "Get out! Get out!"

Arya was startled by his appearance. She took a few steps back, her eyes red, but she didn't dare to move forward. The people in the square also looked at each other, not daring to approach this man who looked like a wounded beast. Roccod glanced at the crowd, his eyes cold and with a chilling sense of oppression.

"What are you looking at! Get out of here!" Rocot roared, and the crowd immediately scattered. Soon, Rocot and Arya were the only two people left in the originally noisy square.

"Waste, all of you are a bunch of waste!" Roccod punched the wall, gravel flew everywhere, blood flowed through his fingers, but he seemed not to feel the pain and was still furious.

"Brother, let's go back first. It's not safe here..." Alia approached him cautiously and said softly.

"Safe?" Rocot suddenly sneered. He grabbed Arya's wrist with such force that it almost broke her bones. "Tell me, where is safe? What do I have now? Power? Status? They were all taken away by that hypocrite!"

Arya's face turned pale with pain, but she didn't dare to struggle. She just bit her lips and held back her tears. She knew that Rocot was like a wounded beast, and anyone who approached him would be torn to pieces by him.

"Brother, please don't be like this..." Alia said in a trembling voice, "We still have our family, and I... I will always be by your side..."

"Family?" Rocot laughed as if he had heard something funny. His laughter was full of self-mockery and despair. "Family? That rotten family has abandoned me long ago! They only stab me in the back and add insult to injury!"

He pushed Alia away and stumbled forward, his back looking desolate and lonely. Alia looked at his receding back and couldn't hold back her tears. She didn't know what to do, so she could only follow him silently, like an abandoned little animal.

Rocot walked aimlessly on the street, and everything around him became blurred. Rochil's words echoed in his ears, and every word was like a sharp knife, piercing his heart. Everything he once had, power, status, and strength, were gone from him. Now he was like a stray dog, with nowhere to go.

"No, I can't give up just like that..." Roccod suddenly stopped, raised his head, and his eyes gradually became firm, "I still have Arya, I can't let her down... I want to take back everything that belongs to me, and I want those who betrayed me to pay the price!"

He clenched his fists, his eyes flashing with madness. He turned around and strode towards the dark depths of the city, where the city's dirtiest and bloodiest secrets were hidden, but also where his hope of making a comeback lay...

Alia followed Roccod all the way, through the busy streets, through the dark alleys, and finally came to the door of a dilapidated bar. The bar looked shaky and seemed to collapse at any time. The neon lights at the door flashed a weird light and exuded a disgusting smell.

"Brother, what are we doing here?" Alia asked anxiously, covering her nose.

Rocot did not answer. He pushed open the door of the bar, and a strong smell of alcohol and sweat hit him in the face. The light inside was dim, and it was filled with all kinds of strange people. Some of them were drinking, some were gambling, and some were whispering and plotting something. Everyone's face was filled with greed and desire.

"This is not a place for a young lady..." A rude voice sounded, and a burly man with a face full of flesh stood in front of Rocot. He looked Alia up and down, with a lewd light flashing in his eyes, "But, since you are here, just accompany your brothers..."

Before he could finish his words, Rocot punched him in the face, sending him flying and knocking over several tables. The bar suddenly became quiet, and everyone looked at the young man who suddenly attacked in surprise.

"Do you fucking know who I am?!" The sturdy man struggled to stand up, spat out a mouthful of blood, and roared at Rocot.

"I don't care who you are!" Roccod said coldly, with a dangerous light flashing in his eyes, "If you don't want to die, get out of here!"

The sturdy man was frightened by his momentum. He looked at the silent people around him and knew that he had hit a wall today, so he ran out in shame.

Roccod ignored him. He walked straight to the bar and knocked on the table. "Give me a drink!"

"Okay!" The bartender trembled as he poured him a glass of wine, then asked cautiously, "Sir, who are you..."

"Tell Black Snake," Roccod picked up the wine glass, drank it all, and then put the glass heavily on the table, saying coldly, "Just say, Roccod, I'm back!"