Chapter 371 Ending
"Is this the end of him?"
“It’s really touching.”
“…”
The river flows eastward, and the waves wash away everything.
One after another, heroes and legends became a thing of the past, submerged by the rolling waves.
In times of chaos, heroes always emerge, just like the Three Kingdoms on Earth, or the group of powerful men who came from nowhere in modern history.
The world is in chaos, and this is the time when talented people emerge.
Perhaps, many years later, their names will appear in the history or political textbooks of future generations, and they will become heroes or lackeys in the eyes of future generations.
"What a pity, Masked Stranger, that he has to suffer such an end at such a young age."
There is no shortage of geniuses on this planet, but those as talented as Su Xia are almost rare. Some people are one in ten thousand, while he is one in a million or even one in ten million.
"If he doesn't die, his future will definitely be bright, right?"
At this moment, even from an opposing perspective, some people couldn't help but feel sorry for Su Xia.
Many people sighed, they didn't even know what the masked man really looked like, and perhaps they would never have the chance to know it in the future.
What will the Mechanic do with the Masked Man's body?
Most likely it was transported back to some underground laboratory and studied slowly.
"How do you feel?"
In the tavern, the store manager Liu Yinjia asked everyone, "Is there anyone feeling unwell? If so, please tell us. This is the first large-scale deployment of the stand device. Anluo Company is not clear about the sequelae. It is said that they have not conducted any specific experiments. We have been the guinea pigs for this."
"Manager, I feel normal now. I don't feel so bad anymore."
"Boss, I still feel like throwing up."
"Boss, my sense of smell is gone, and it hasn't recovered yet..."
“…”
They responded one after another, some have recovered, while others still have some sequelae.
This time, everyone experienced the horror of the stand device.
They don't want to experience this kind of pain again.
But unfortunately, now that this thing has been developed, it will definitely continue to be used in the future. It is just a matter of time and place.
Unless that kind of "anti-position device" can flow out through special channels, psychic creatures of other races, except for the mechanical race, will cry in the future.
"Is the only way for the future to be to submit to the mechanical race?" Someone sighed, inevitably feeling a little pessimistic.
"To be honest, we are all in a state of semi-submission now."
Some people also told the truth directly. After all, they were all in the area controlled by the Mechanical Clan, and they had to follow the Mechanical Clan's rules in doing many things.
This is helpless and realistic.
Even someone like the masked man cannot escape death, so what can they do?
The Zero Point Tavern seems powerful. It was a well-known underground killer organization long before the advent of psychic power . But this time it has to surrender to the mechanical clan and is not even qualified to hunt down the masked monster.
"By the way, will the mechanical tribe come to claim the bounty?"
"What a joke! The whole world belongs to them. Do they need these hundreds of millions?"
“That’s right…”
More than 80% of the developed resources of this planet are in the hands of the mechanical race. Human cash is just waste paper to them and is completely useless.
In chaotic times, resources determine everything.
When the two tribes were at war, prices were soaring everywhere, and the currency notes at the time plummeted. In the end, a cartload of money could not buy a pound of rice.
"Perhaps we will have a chance to see the true appearance of the Masked Stranger." Suddenly someone said, "Didn't the mechanical city lord of Coral City say that he wanted to hang the Masked Stranger's head in the central square?"
“It’s possible!”
"The Mechanical Tribe will probably use the Masked Man's head to intimidate those who have the intention to resist..."
The topic returned to Su Xia.
They all seemed to have assumed that Su Xia was dead and were talking about possible changes in the future.
Some people were drinking, bidding farewell to each other, and exchanging contact information.
The hunt for the masked monster was a big event for the entire tavern. Even several level five creatures that were usually invisible showed up, and many people from all over the continent came.
"When will there be such a grand event next time?"
The world is full of dangers. After this separation, we will probably never see each other again in our lifetime.
During this time, many people have formed good friendships.
There are even some men and women who are attracted to each other and plan to get married in the next few days with the witness and blessings of everyone.
The two level five creatures also showed some interest, especially Hu Hanhai. He liked the hustle and bustle and even planned to be the witness for the newlyweds.
"Strange, why hasn't my brother come back yet?"
Afeng would occasionally look towards the elevator entrance, feeling surprised. He also mixed a glass of good wine for Su Xia and waited for him to come back.
He felt that when things here were over, Su Xia would most likely return to her own city, and they should spend more time together before leaving.
In Kaiba City, Afeng is not the only one who still remembers Su Xia.
…
At this moment, in the refugee resettlement area near the Third Ring Road on the east side of the city.
The young couple Chu Feng and Ding Xiaowen were sitting around an old TV, wrapped in blankets, staying up late to watch the night news.
The news was broadcasting the news that the whole city was under martial law, and some channels also mentioned the masked monster.
Ding Xiaowen held Chu Feng's hand and asked him softly, "Do you think the masked man is a good person?"
Chu Feng nodded, the light of the TV reflected in his eyes, and he said seriously: "Of course, if it weren't for him, the surrounding cities would not care about the lives of poor people like us. After he appeared, the governments of those cities began to improve the lives of the poor, improve education and medical care..."
He mentioned that it is not only the governments of various cities, but also the wealthy and capital who stand at the top of the cities.
After the masked man appeared, those wealthy people suddenly became kind, started doing charity everywhere, frequently appeared on various TV shows, and created an image of themselves as good people to the outside world.
"Even the young city lord is his fan." Chu Feng thought of Ding Can, and then asked Ding Xiaowen: "Xiao Wen, do you think the masked man is a good person?"
"Well, I agree with you."
Ding Xiaowen smiled sweetly, her smile was gentle, and then she added: "It's just that my father often told me that he is a bad guy and that his interests are against ours."
"We can't change their minds." Chu Feng had already contacted Ding Xiaowen's parents when proposing marriage, so he naturally knew all this.
"Yes, we can only rely on ourselves in the future. You have to work hard. Like your uncle said, you can enter the municipal building and slowly rise to a high position."
"Well, uncle..."
Chu Feng glanced at his phone, feeling inexplicably worried.
He sent several text messages to Su Xia, but received no reply.
When he called, he only got the message "the other party is out of service area". It was as if his uncle had evaporated from the face of the earth, or as if he had never existed.
Of course, to Chu Feng, Su Xia was more like an elf in a fairy tale, who helped him fulfill his wish and then disappeared without a trace.
"I wonder how my uncle is doing." Chu Feng put down his phone. "When you have time, ask the young city lord. He got along well with my uncle yesterday."
Chu Feng stared at the TV screen and thought of Ding Can.
After lunch yesterday, it was Ding Can who sent Su Xia away, so Ding Can probably knew some of the situation.
However……
At this moment, Ding Can was just as worried as he was.
Over on the artificial lake, the rain was drizzling. Ding Can didn't have an umbrella and was soaked. He stood on a dilapidated fortification, looking into the distance, his eyes full of worry.
A team member walked up to him and said, "Boss, we have finished counting the people. There are 785 people in total. We are currently registering them."
Ding Can nodded: "Okay."
"Boss, we don't have enough houses in the resettlement area. We have to rent some temporary factories and buy a batch of new beds."
"Okay, go find your friend and explain the situation. He will approve the funding for you."
Ding Can turned around and slowly walked down from the high fortifications.
He looked towards the gate of the artificial lake.
Inside the gate were the more than 700 ordinary people who had been kidnapped. Most of them still had residual fear on their faces, but some also showed joy at having survived the disaster.
Many people hugged each other and cried, while others expressed their gratitude to Ding Can's team members with tears in their eyes.
"Thank you, thank you, you are all good people..."
Their eyes were filled with tears and their clothes were tattered. Some of them almost knelt down before Ding Can's team members.
Some of them are from Haima City. They know Ding Can, the young city lord, and are particularly grateful to him.
Just then, a team member came running over, sweating profusely, and said to Ding Can, "Boss, your father is here."
"Um?"
Ding Can had just walked to the gate and was about to comfort those people, but when he heard the words, he frowned and turned around to look into the distance.
His father did come, followed by a lot of people, without an umbrella, and looked very unhappy.
Ding Can felt a strong smell of blood on him.
It was obvious that in this chaotic night, people died not only on his side but also on his father's side.
"Lord City Lord!" Seeing Ding Yixiu, many members of Ding Can's team stepped back and made way for him.
Ding Yixiu's face turned pale. He glanced at the situation around him, stepped forward, and finally his eyes fell on Ding Can.
It was this son of his who started the brutal killing tonight.
The Mechanical Clan did not hold him accountable afterwards, which was considered as giving him face. They just asked him to kill the people who leaked the information.
"What are you doing here?" Ding Yixiu said coldly.
"Save people." Ding Can replied to him with the same indifference.
"Many people died tonight," Ding Yixiu said again.
"I know."
"They all died because of your stupidity!"
"They are the stupid ones!" Ding Can said bluntly, "You brought so many people here just to say this?"
"Be polite to your father!"
Ding Yixiu's face was filled with anger, his voice got louder, and he finally couldn't help but scold.
"This is ridiculous. Why should I be polite to you?" Ding Can said coldly.
"What? Do you think you have a backer? Do you dare to talk to your father like that?"
Ding Yixiu looked at the mask in Ding Can's hand and shouted coldly: "Are you still waiting for that masked weirdo? Let me tell you, he will definitely die tonight!"
Ding Can snorted coldly: "You have no say on this!"
"Rebellious son!" Ding Yixiu scolded angrily.
"Rebellion against the father!"
"you……"
Ding Yixiu's chest heaved, his eyes seemed to be spitting fire, and he was so angry that his temper flared up.
Seeing this, his subordinates looked at each other, slowly stepped back a few steps, fearing that Ding Yixiu would take his anger out on them.
Bang!
There was only a dull sound, and Ding Yixiu actually threw a punch!
Ding Can's face turned pale, he groaned, took two steps back, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.
In terms of individual strength, he is still no match for his father. He is too young, and lacks in both psychic power and combat experience.
What's more, Ding Yixiu's punch was filled with anger.
If an ordinary person was hit by this punch, he would probably have to stay in the hospital for more than half a month.
"Old bastard, is that all your strength?" Ding Can wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said with his neck stiff, "Didn't you have dinner? Do you want me to give you some money to buy dinner?"
“Bang!”
Ding Yixiu slapped him angrily!
Beside them, Ding Can's team members didn't dare to look anymore and turned their heads away.
However, to their surprise, the slap did not hit Ding Can's face, but instead knocked the special metal mask in his hand away.
The mask slipped out of his hand and flew more than ten meters in the rain, fell into the mud, rolled a few times, and finally stopped in a small puddle.
"Old man, are you afraid of even a mask?" Ding Can sneered coldly.
"Is this your future path?" Ding Yixiu shouted angrily, "I spent money to send you to the best school to teach you how to manage those people at the bottom. Look at what you are doing? You want to divide up the family property? What kind of book are you reading?"
"None of your business!"
"Okay, I don't care!"
Ding Yixiu shouted angrily, turned around and left without looking back, and left the area directly with a group of subordinates.
Looking at his receding back, many team members couldn't help but feel worried.
Is this a formal father-son break?
It can be seen that the city lord Ding Yixiu was in a very bad mood tonight, and he might have said those words in anger.
"I hope it was just said in anger." Someone whispered.
In any case, they didn't want to see this scene.
In this cruel world, family and blood ties may be the strongest bonds, and nothing else can be trusted.
Many members of the team have experienced separation and death from their loved ones due to war or other reasons, and now witnessing this scene, they feel particularly complicated.
After a while, Ding Yixiu walked away, and Ding Can's team members surrounded Ding Can one after another.
Some checked his physical condition, and some took out healing potions, fearing that Ding Can would suffer internal injuries from Ding Yixiu.
"Boss, are you okay?"
"Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere? If you feel uncomfortable, be sure to tell me, and don't leave any sequelae..."
At the same time, in the fortifications of the artificial lake, those who were rescued walked out of the gate one after another, with gratitude on their faces, and walked towards Ding Can in the rain.
They all heard the argument clearly.
How could they not understand that in order to save them, the young city lord almost broke up with his father.
Such a price is really too high.
"Mr. Ding, thank you for everything you have done for us." An eight or nine-year-old child walked up, his body in tatters but with bright eyes, and bowed earnestly to Ding Can.
"Mr. Ding, we will never forget your kindness."
"Mr. Ding, if you need anything in the future, I am willing to provide you with all the help I can..."
More and more people came forward, speaking with sincere tones and heartfelt earnestness.
They stood in the cold rain, soaked to the skin, and bowed to Ding Can to express their gratitude.
But Ding Can suddenly shook his head.
"No, I was not the one who initiated this rescue mission."
He slowly walked to the small puddle more than ten meters away, bent down to pick up the metal mask, and carefully wiped the water stains and mud on it.
"You must remember that the person who saved you is called the Masked Stranger."
