Fogg nodded, his words a little sad.

Rolf said nothing and stood up silently.

"That's right, I thought you were very clever, but in the end you are still afraid of death." Nekra sneered.

"You guys, go finish things off," Red Viper looked in Rolf's direction and lowered his voice, "Remember, 'Finishing Things'..."

His two thugs understood this, tightened their machetes in their hands, and walked towards Rolf with unkind expressions.

"Hey, get out of the way..."

Looking at the people approaching, Rolf's expression changed.

The next second, he suddenly dwarfed and hit the first person in the abdomen with his elbow - boom!

His movements were skillful and his expression was calm, as if he had done this hundreds of times.

"Well--"

The opponent winced and bent over in pain.

"No!"

"He didn't surrender!"

"Kill him!"

There was a roar in the warehouse, and another thug shouted, pulled out a machete and rushed forward.

call--

A small but rapid breeze passed over the thug's face, so excited that he had to close his eyes.

The next second, he was greeted by Rolf's side kick.

boom!

The second thug screamed, flew one meter away with his machete, and fell to the ground.

The clamor in the warehouse became louder:

"Damn it!"

"Dare to carry out a sneak attack!"

"Call around!"

No one knew that when Rolf took action, his heart was extremely peaceful.

But it's also extremely confusing.

Why did he take action?

Why are you looking for trouble and death?

Even hurting your companions?

For revenge? To repay a favor?

To put an end to the past? For years of resentment?

For an opportunity, a statement?

Rolf didn't know.

have no idea.

That woman, Phantom Blade or Katherine, is obviously just an ordinary gang leader, isn't she?

She even betrayed him, didn't she!

And he, hasn't he decided to leave the past behind?

Hasn't he already traveled through thousands of mountains and rivers, opened his eyes, transformed himself, found a new life, and is no longer the street gangster who could be excited by a few words in the past?

Not anymore!

He has no reason to save her!

No reason to interfere!

No reason!

Rolf told himself this, telling himself over and over again, feeling pain, resentment, intolerance, and unwillingness.

But just now.

just……

When he saw Katherine lying in a pool of blood from the corner of his eye, holding her mutilated body, struggling desperately and dying...

[Break off this shackles, and then, with this broken body, continue to struggle in this world and survive.]

The boy's words echoed in my ears:

【Let’s see how cruel it can be.】

Rolf clenched his fists.

Just now, just when they—whether it was Fogg, Nekra, Tsimikas, Duro, or Glover—they had different reasons, but they all wanted him to "let her go."

【Do you want to?】

At that moment, he, Medila Rolfe, the person who had lost his legs, his past, and himself for too long, suddenly understood.

【Struggle again.】

【Do you want to?】

Rolf's breathing quickened. He raised his head and looked at the roaring Blood Bottle Gang members in front of him.

Put her down?

No.

He grinned slightly and smiled.

These people, these dicks, these rotten people, these...

They want him to let go, they want to force him to let go...

Everything in this damn world is trying to force Medila Rolf to let go...

Not her!!!

【Struggle again!】

Thinking this, Rolf took a step forward with a smile, slowly raised his left hand, and showed it to Nekra——

A middle finger.

Including Nekra, everyone in the audience was stunned.

Middle finger?

What's the meaning?

Only Glover sighed quietly.

"Damn it, I knew there was a scam," Nekra stretched out his hand to calm the clamoring gang members, and glanced at Fogg, "A person who is determined to die can't stop him even if he wants to - Fogg,

Do you still want to show off your grace now?"

Fogg didn't answer, he just looked at Rolf who was standing in front of Katherine with a complicated expression.

Duro took a deep breath. He looked at Rolf standing in the corner, outnumbered and facing so many people alone. His eyes became more and more admiring.

In the crowd, Glover clenched his fists and pushed away Tsimikas, who was trembling and wanted to say something to him.

The terrifying killer in black still stood in the shadows, saying nothing.

"Fogg, what do you say? Still want to win people's hearts?" Nekra said with ill intentions.

Fogg frowned.

He took a deep look at the smiling Rolf and suddenly understood: the reason why the other party did this was very simple.

Because he wants to do it.

That's all.

And this kind of simplicity is something that he, Fogg, lost many years ago and may never have again in this life.

The next second, Fogg closed his eyes and waved his hand expressionlessly.

"superior!"

The three sword-wielding gang members in the front row looked at each other. They looked at their unlucky companions, raised their weapons with vigilance, and slowly surrounded them.

Faced with the imminent battle, Rolf's first action was to bend down and touch his knees with his hands.

His knee is still intact.
Chapter completed!