Is the Evil God Me?

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Lynn's thoughts were a little panicked.

He didn't expect that he would suddenly encounter a mysterious power that he didn't understand at all. That existence named Mr. Umbrella was easily convincing. He communicated frankly with him and was not at all wary of him. And after the conversation, the memories that disappeared automatically showed endless strangeness.

What kind of power is this?

At least this can't be the power of the lower-rank sequence, otherwise, he will not have no reaction at all. That kind of understatement without any abnormality is enough to explain the terribleness of Mr. Umbrella.

Mr. Umbrella didn't know if he came to him on purpose.

Nothing malicious.

Even so, Lynn was deeply disturbed, and he even had a cowardly thought that if the Black Holy Grail hadn't restored his memory, he didn't have to be afraid. But soon the little gentleman controlled his emotions. Only ignorant domestic animals can live happily without knowing anything. They are more afraid of ignorance than fear of being afraid of themselves.

At least in the conversation with Mr. Umbrella, when he told the truth, the other party had no dissatisfaction. For the investigation of the lower city, it does not seem to hinder the intention.

Lynn quietly buried the doubts in his heart.

Since Mr. Umbrella chooses to erase his memory, it proves that he doesn't want to really meet him, which will affect his behavior. In this case, as long as you act like nothing has happened, you can just keep investigating as before.

This time I really want to thank my half body.

It would be better if she could change the way of information sharing, it just felt a little strange...

It seems that he sensed Lynn's mood of taking advantage and being a good boy. The black chalice with plump red lips floated between him and Sophia. This flawless and stunning fairy, the thin black veils on her body are one by one. The pieces began to fade, and the graceful and beautiful eyes stared straight under Lynn, as if saying that if you want to change one, change it, and follow through to the end if you want to stimulate.

Lynn couldn't stand it anymore, and asked her to stop quickly.

How can his own half body be so lustful, is he the one who knows himself best?

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Before crossing, Lynn learned about some gangster culture because of his interest, such as gestures, slang, code of conduct, and family cohesion. Only by understanding the enemy can we eliminate the enemy from the root, which the little gentleman agrees very much.

There are many local gangs like Xiacheng District, and they have their own set of survival rules. There must be an existence similar to a talker or an underground king. This is an inevitable compromise after the gang's living space is crowded. Otherwise, without this man, the fight between the gangs will fall into a situation where there is no buffer at all.

After all, if you step on others and climb up, you must step on it as hard as you can, and it is best to never turn over as a stepping stone.

The gang that licks blood at the edge of a knife can even cut people with red eyes for profit.

Such a large-scale organization that replaces government agencies with some power in the Xiacheng District is not something that can be compared to the underworld forces that were playing around with each other before Lynn's crossing. It is the existence of a self-contained black economy like the Mafia, and such evil consequences on urban soil are no longer the police's ability to deal with.

Sophia surprises Lynn.

The person she introduced for Lynn was an old gangster who used to be very prestigious. He was legendary in his early years in the gang in the lower city, and he was the object of worship for many children in the lower city.

Worship the underworld boss.

It sounds a bit absurd, but even in the century after the millennium, the campus is still full of who knows the gangsters outside, who is more powerful, not to mention this era. Besides, being able to join a gang in this era is also a profession.

This old man has no name, only a nickname: Iron Hook.

I heard Sophia say that this old man is a big piece of land, but he is close to the age of washing his hands in a golden basin. He once took care of Sophia and raised her as an heir, but the eldest sister did not agree, nor did he want to. Too deep in the gang underworld.

After all, in the streets, there are very few hospitable ones.

Young and old.

Lynn and Tie Hook met in a quiet and peaceful yard. He was teasing a parrot in his hand, and he lived like an ordinary old man on the roadside. Of course, this is from the perspective of Lynn before he crossed over. In this era, this is clearly a state of wealth.

"This is a white rhinoceros parrot. It is a species in the far south. It is not easy to feed."

The little gentleman said with a smile, his eyes swept across the dark skin of the iron hook, which is the skin color that a coachman at sea can only have after years of direct sunlight.

Here Lynn is actually saying that he saw through his feet at a glance.

The old man teased the parrot, resting his fingers on the white feathers of this docile parrot.

"That girl Sophia said that her man needs help with something, and I'm also happy to maintain a friendship with the girl's man. Are you here with friendship? Young man." Tie Hook's expression was not friendly, and he held his head high. With his chest out, he was wearing a suit and looked very dignified.

But Lynn couldn't help sneering soon~www.wuxiaspot.com~ He directly raised his hand and scratched the parrot's head, and he could see that the parrot was so frightened that its feathers were stretched and its wings spread out. Tie Hook felt offended, and the expression on his face was a little displeased.

"You know, people and animals are a lot of the same. Especially when they're bluffing, they try to look strong and big."

Lynn pointed at the parrot, and his eyes were fixed on him, meaning something.

This old man has a good relationship with Sophia, but he shouldn't assume such a high-ranking attitude to talk to an official member of the [Suppression Bureau]. He wants to suppress himself, but he can't hide his insightful blue eyes. Lynn could easily see through the true emotions of the hook. The important reason is that in the gang culture, conversations are rough and direct, and a greater emphasis on strength will inevitably lead to a lack of certain aspects.

"I'm not a gang member. I respect your rules, but the [Suppression Bureau] is the one who really writes the rules. The gang exists because we need you to exist."

Taking advantage of the victory, Lynn took out the strength that [Suppression Bureau] should have. He did this to tell these people that Sophia has herself by her side, so don't try to make any crooked ideas.

Facing Lynn's strength, Tie Hook couldn't help but fall into silence. This seemingly immature young man did not have the impetuousness and arrogance of his peers, but a seasoned police officer who came up and pointed out the gap between the two sides. And it is precisely this existence that makes the gang leader feel difficult.

"Of course, I can't fully represent the [Suppression Bureau], just like Sophia can't represent you, do you?"

After the conversation changed, Lynn gave the hook a step while mentioning Sophia.

"you're right."

The pinched old man recognized Lynn's wrist, and he no longer despised this childish and beautiful boy.