The Super Power Traverser of the Peaceful World

An Luo sat on the sofa that was also brand new and hadn't been used before. He said casually and waved his hands, causing the two bodyguards in the customs to leave here voluntarily. Case.

And he walked out of here quickly without staying for long, and at the same time, he can roughly see from the chat on the way here that although Granose can be called a true talent and beauty, she looks like a perfect kingly and beautiful girl, with sophistication and sophistication Aspects are also much better than people like Kaguya, but mentally they are still very immature, emotional aspects are also very simple, and aspects of plasticity are quite large.

"Oops...Although the other party is a strange stalker, what should I do if I suddenly have the urge to teach bad children?"

An Luo, who was looking at him alone in the elevator, desperately endured his own bad taste, trying hard to be an upright person.

But when he went downstairs, he found that the two bodyguards in the pass hadn't left, and were still guarding the entrance of the hall.

Both of them subconsciously decided that this safe house is now probably used by An Luo to hide in the golden house. Although they don't understand why they want to play relatives, they didn't say it stupidly, but followed immediately after saluting. Behind him, he silently performed his duties as a bodyguard.

"Is there anywhere near here that has better food?"

There were too many headaches, but his stomach was still hungry, so An Luo put these things aside temporarily, stopped and turned to look at the bodyguard behind him.

"Is it near here? Well... I know there's a izakaya that tastes good, but it's a bit high-end..."

"It's okay, let's lead the way."

"Yes, then please get in the car, it's still a bit far from here."

The bodyguard immediately walked to the side of the car respectfully, opened the rear door, and An Luo got into the car without thinking too much, closed his eyes and rested his mind, waiting for the arrival of the destination.

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Led by the bodyguards, the overly popular black limousine soon stopped outside an izakaya whose business seemed to be very good.

Just as An Luo got out of the car and opened the entrance curtain to go in, a figure with a hood and the smell of medicine and blood suddenly jumped beside him.

"That...boss, please bring me two bottles of shochu." The person who passed by An Luo weakly took out the money and put it on the bar.

"Wow, what's going on with this guy??"

I was still thinking about where the guy came from, why the rush was like rushing to reincarnate, and his body smelled so strong that he couldn't help but recall the pervert he had just met before, but An Luo noticed that figure, height and voice again , who are all similar to girls, the five fingers and fingernails on the arm on the bar were all lifted off, which made him surprised: "This guy didn't just escape from the gangster's interrogation room, did he? "

The bodyguard who followed him heard this, and didn't understand if he was mocking himself, so he couldn't help but reminded him in a low voice with a wry smile: "Then, that president, we are the biggest gangster in this country... ..”

"That's right, did you escape from a small gang?"

"This is not... President, I know this young man." The bodyguard brought An Luo here, and his home is nearby, and said with a sympathetic expression: "This child's nails are actually all nails that were caught by someone. My own father pulled it out."

"...My own father? No, wait, is this a man?"

For a moment, An Luo didn't know how to be surprised by that incident, but another bodyguard noticed that An Luo was curious, and walked over to grab the boy's hand with great insight, ignoring the weak resistance of the other party. Pull him to An Luo.

Except for the lack of perfume smell, this person smells similar to Matsuzaka Asana, and gauze is wrapped around his face, neck, hands, but it is similar to a neutral body shape, and the face under the hood is also feminine, but still It can be seen that it is a teenager.

"What, what? What do you want to do...?"

Unable to break free from the man's hand at all, he also noticed that there was a strong man beside An Luo, which made the boy stop struggling for a while, and just looked at An Luo and the man beside him in horror.

Chapter 18 The Wicked Will Grind the Wicked·Am I Always Too Soft-hearted?

The young man was terrified and wanted to run away, but An Luo had a gentle smile on his face. He bent down slightly, looked into the young man's eyes, and said with a smile, "Don't be afraid. Right? What are you afraid of?"

"...on you..." The boy subconsciously avoided An Luo's sight, and whispered cautiously: "It smells like a dirty adult..."

"Huh? I smell like a dirty adult?" An Luo, who was told that he stinks for the first time, his face was a little stiff, and he couldn't help raising his hand to smell his hand, and said to himself in confusion: "Could it be Was it left by that crazy woman just now?"

"No, it's your own..."

"—Hey! What are you talking about, boy?! Do you want to die?!"

The bodyguard next to An Luo, who was still confused, couldn't hold back, and directly lifted the thin boy up, and glared fiercely at him, throwing him to the ground again.

"...Ugh!" The boy, who was used to being beaten, yelled in pain, but seized the opportunity and wanted to run away immediately.

The two bodyguards did not catch up, and they subconsciously looked at An Luo, wondering if they were trying to argue with a child.

An Luo crossed his arms and looked at the direction in which the boy was running away, but he didn't let them catch up and walked towards the izakaya, without turning his head, he said: "Forget it, don't chase, he will come back by himself soon."

"Come back...? Ah, I see!"

The bodyguard was puzzled at first, and then when he subconsciously followed, he also remembered that the young man had just given the money to the shopkeeper, but he was arrested before he got the wine.

If it is a child who is often subjected to domestic violence and loses the money without getting the wine, he will definitely run back, otherwise...he has no fingernails, and his father may have to peel off his toenails .

Of course, the premise is that his toenails are still there.

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The three of them were eating okonomiyaki in the izakaya, and drinking the shochu bought with the money of the boy before and placed on the counter.

Although the shop owner wanted to say something, he hesitated and did not speak. He could only look helplessly at the young man who ran back from outside the shop but dared not come in.

It didn't take long when An Luo was full of wine and food, and left without paying the bill. The young man quietly entered the store to discuss but to no avail. It was a pair of three, but still swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and reluctantly mustered up the courage: "Just now, what happened just now... I was wrong, I shouldn't have said that, so... please, please put .....Please give me the drink money...!"

"Boy! Our president drinks your wine to give you face! How dare you come up and ask for money?!"

"...What's the matter with your bastard's lines? We are extremes, not bastards, you really go back as you go."

"—No, I'm very sorry!"

After An Luo said something, the bodyguard quickly bowed his head to admit his mistake, but An Luo didn't say anything more, and walked forward unhurriedly, looking at the person in front of him with full of interest in inquiry. He was obviously malnourished and tortured, and his whole body was sick The boy with the wound: "I'm not a devil, I'm just a good person who likes fair trade. I just heard about your experience. If you are willing to give something, I might be able to help you. After all... I But I hate domestic violence."

".....I do not have money....."

"Who wants your money? You don't look like you have much money, but... isn't life also something that can be traded?"

"Huh?...life?"

It's not a devil, so it only needs life, but... what's the difference between this and a devil?

The young man stood there blankly and looked at An Luo's blank eyes. He didn't quite know the difference between his words and the devil's, but after thinking about it seriously, he discovered the essential difference between the two.

What the devil wants is the soul, and what An Luo wants is life. If you take it literally, the two are really different.

But is there anything in the world that is worth exchanging your life for?

---Have.

If my sister and mother can get rid of the entanglement of the devil, don't need to hide in the dilapidated house for many years, and can walk on the street and return home openly, then even if it is their own life, it is no big deal.

"...Yes, yes! As long as you kill me that demon! My life! All of me! Sell it all to you!"

The young man grabbed the clothes on his chest, raised his head and stared at An Luo, so hard that the hoarse voice he roared was not like a child at all, and his eyes were full of hatred and some kind of dedication fanaticism.

"Oh? One life for another? It's really interesting."

An Luo, who felt that there was something abnormal about this young man, nodded clearly, and was a little puzzled as to why he didn't do it himself.

Although the reasons for this are nothing more than - not being able to fight, lack of courage and fear; fear of killing people, fear of the person who wants to kill, so there is no courage to do it.

"Is the deal...established?" Seeing that An Luo didn't give a clear answer, the young man couldn't help but feel a little uneasy, and couldn't help confirming in a low voice: "Brother, aren't you gangsters? Then... this should be very simple, right? Just get rid of a drunk... that rapist or something..."

"It's really a simple thing, why don't I promise you?" An Luo smiled thoughtfully.

"Really, really?!" The overjoyed boy opened his eyes wide in surprise, and asked cautiously: "If...if it is possible...at that time, you can give me a little time... ..one month, no, one week!"

"Ah~ I'm sorry to make you happy for nothing, but this is actually a joke. How could we do something to kill someone? It's impossible no matter how you think about it~ In the end, you really think this life is worth my time. Do you want to help me?"

"Ah...you're deceiving...?" The young man flickered, his face turned extremely ugly in an instant, and he glared at him like an enemy: "Sure enough...you are also full of lies and have no intention of doing it. Save.....just in my heart..."

"—Well, let's not talk about the deal, I just happen to be in a bad mood today, and I'm somewhat interested in helping you vent your anger. It's also a good choice."

Before he could finish speaking, An Luo made a 180-degree turn again, causing the young man's expression to change again, and he stood there dumbfounded and became at a loss.

Seeing the boy's mood, the bodyguard behind him was sent to heaven, flung back to hell, and then thrown to the sky again. He couldn't help sighing after being tossed repeatedly, and murmured softly: Long, this is too wicked..."

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I heard from the bodyguard earlier that the incident of the boy’s family is actually a well-known incident in this generation. The cause was probably more than ten years ago, when a junior high school girl named Yuno was walking home from school. The singing was overheard by a delinquent boy.

The unscrupulous boy directly raped the girl on the grounds that the girl's singing disturbed his interest... The development of the following things deviated greatly from the normal situation, and even subverted An Luo's plan. Three Views.

Because the girl Yuno's parents, in order to save their reputation and face, did not call the police but went to the head teacher as a relay, the other party agreed with the other party's proposal to marry Yuno to the delinquent boy after negotiation.

The delinquent boy who should have been imprisoned won an all-round victory. Not only did he commit crimes, but he also gained a lovely wife. Yuno, who was forcibly married off, was severed by his parents. beaten.

About four years ago, Kobe Yuno finally couldn't bear to take the child and ran away, but when the middle-aged gangsters who had turned into middle-aged people were looking for them, the older child took the initiative to run back, restraining him from growing up. A delinquent boy who became a drunkard and a gangster.

This world is neither a hell nor a fairy tale, so there are countless unknown miracles every moment, and misfortunes that are far better than miracles are constantly being born.

Everyone knows about this level of things, and An Luo naturally knows it very well, but there are very few people who will work hard for these misfortunes that have nothing to do with him. He is not a saint and will not rush around for these things. Be interested in the world around him, or simply act on things that interest him.

And for those who can be easily rescued without any effort, if he has time, he will not turn a blind eye.

Simply reaching out, you can solve the problem without even paying money, and people are grateful to him... To some extent, it can be regarded as a low-cost self-satisfaction, and this kind of good deed every day can also be It's a selfish thing.

If you think about it in another way, if you are in hell and someone is willing to give you a hand, that feeling seems to be enough to make you feel redemption.

In contrast, to do this kind of thing, all he needs is to take a detour, just like going for a walk to digest the feeling of food when he is too full.

And just listening to this story made An Luo feel uneasy for a while. The police knew about it a long time ago, but because the parents didn't call the police and were forced to marry, they chose not to do anything to avoid trouble.

His wife's weakness also makes people shake his head, but no matter in the past or now, he can hear similar things on the TV news. Obviously calling the police can solve the problem, but why don't these people call? I don't understand... Even this kind of thing is usually exposed by others after the person concerned dies. This time it was not exposed until the person died. Isn't it a kind of luck?

"...But if you calculate it this way, you are surprisingly courageous. You actually ran home to live with that trash and got beaten for more than four years." An Luo, who was sitting in the back of the car, After closing his eyes and thinking about what he learned from the bodyguard and confirmed by the young man, he glanced at the young man who was full of tension and anticipation.

"This...this is all for my mother and Yan...they are the only happiness I live in this world, so...I can bear anything..." speaking At that time, the young man couldn't help clenching his fist subconsciously. The action of clenching his fist without nails made people feel painful, but the young man seemed to be used to it.

"Really? What's your name, by the way?"

"Kobe Asahi..."

"Well, it's a good name, but if I were to choose it, I think Kobe Apollo should sound better, and it's more atmospheric!"

"Yes, yes, well, I think Apollo is great..."

As for An Luo's taste in naming, Kobe Asahi, who is really hard to compliment, let go of his fist and smiled at the same time, which can be described as extremely reluctant.

"Ahh~ Another bad guy."

An Luo, who was used to naming after mythological characters, could not help shaking his head in disappointment when he saw his disapproval, but he didn't say anything more... because the car had already arrived at the location Kobe Asahi said and stopped.

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The Kobe house looks like an ordinary Japanese-style old house from the outside, but it also has a courtyard, although there is nothing in the courtyard but overgrown with weeds.