I'm a villain, not a devil

Dirty Street, as the name suggests, is overflowing with smelly water and littered with garbage.

However, the place is extremely lively, with broken neon lights of various colors shining everywhere. Because of the existence of the evil dome, people with pale skin who are not exposed to the sun all year round shine with colorful lights in the gloom.

On the street, a gambling game is going on.

"Hurry up and place your bets, and get ready right away!" The one-eyed banker with scorched teeth and leaky speech was shouting loudly.

There was a dirty table in front of him, and on it was a woman with a bulging belly. The woman's eyes were blank, and she was shaking from time to time due to severe pain.

The poisonous gas emitted by the Great Crack and the Bad Dome often brings about such diseases. Various toxins gather together, causing the weak people to suffer from tumors and their bellies bulge like pregnant women.

There are two treatment methods. One is to go to a regular hospital for surgery, and the cure rate is pretty good. The second is to buy a "Shimmer". This therapeutic agent is extremely effective and has basically no side effects.

As for the price...ha, if you had money for surgery or shimmer, why didn't you buy a few cheaper antidotes a year and a half ago?

I definitely don’t want to!

Gambling came into being.

The simplest surgery is to open the abdomen and remove the tumor.

The bet is life.

If they do not die within ten minutes, the patient will receive a course of anti-infectives and five antidotes.

The banker shouted, and the crowd gathered.

"Two hundred, this girl's hands are turning purple, she will definitely die!"

"Five hundred, I'll bet you to death too!"

"One hundred, do good today, hey, bet she won't die."

"One thousand! Immortality!" A man roared, and everyone else turned their attention.

Not a small gesture...

The man stepped forward and held the sick woman's hand, his eyes red: "My wife... hold on..."

The others burst into laughter and shouted: "This is a good calculation!"

When enough people had placed bets, the dealer waved his hand to signal everyone to step back, and a one-legged man with prosthetic eyes came out wearing a dirty white coat.

Suddenly someone shouted: "Damn, you're not kind! How many people has this old Hank killed? If I had told him to disembowel him, I wouldn't have made any bets!"

"Get out of here and have no regrets."

The faces of the man and the sick woman turned pale together.

Old Hank blew his nose and wiped it on his white coat nonchalantly. He took out a scalpel and made two casual gestures on his belly.

"Watch it, everyone!"

The dealer roared and opened his belly with a scalpel.

The blood and screams of pain made the onlookers cheer, and a moment later, a purple meat ball was taken out of the woman's belly.

After scattering a handful of styptic powder carelessly, Old Hank started to smoke.

The dealer also took out a worn-out electronic device and placed the patch on the woman's chest. The heartbeat appeared on the screen, and the ten-minute countdown at the top also moved accordingly.

People became even more excited, no one cared about the bloody scene, no one looked at the woman with her eyes tightly closed.

Pushing away the man who was kneeling and praying, people stared at the heartbeat on the screen and yelled.

"Dead! Die! Die!"

"Dead! Die! Die!"

In the commotion, I don’t know who is crying or bleeding.

Suddenly, the noisy crowd fell silent, because a huge shadow suddenly enveloped half the block.

They looked up, but saw only the dark bottom deck.

Someone ran far away and came back.

"It seems to be the airship from the legendary [Academy]? I see there are words on the side."

"What did you write?"

"Thank you [Academy] for your charity feat for Paradise City... What kind of competition is this? [Academy] can't wait to plow the dirty streets, right?"

"Who knows...why is the airship here? Could it be that the gentlemen from [Academy] are here to place bets collectively?"

The crowd burst into laughter, and there was a cheerful atmosphere inside and out.

At this time, in the sky, several small aircraft with "Inspection Bureau" printed on them were floating in front of the airship.

On the leading aircraft, a woman wearing a Supervisory Bureau uniform was holding a loudspeaker and shouting.

"Within Paradise City, large aircraft without permission are not allowed to enter! Please leave the city immediately, obtain permission to enter the city, and stop according to the prescribed route!"

On the airship, a lazy voice came from the loudspeaker in front: "Are you blind? This is the [Academy's] airship."

The woman frowned, this voice...

She raised her eyebrows: "Who are you? This is not the [Academy's] aircraft landing area!"

"Then you go to the [Academy]. Besides, we are here for charity, captain sister."

Captain sister... Ran Xinzhu's temples twitched.

Sure enough, it was that bastard...

She immediately yelled: "Sean! What are you going to do?! I have reason to suspect that you have stolen the property of the [college]!"

Sean walked to the front of the cab, waved with a smile to Ran Xinzhu through the glass, and pressed the horn: "I have witnesses here, Ran Xinzhu. Is this how the Supervision Bureau works by falsely accusing elites? "

"Then let the witnesses come out!" Ran Xinzhu refused to give in at all.

"Isn't this a coincidence?"

Sean casually pulled the trembling captain, who swallowed hard and accidentally touched the horn with his mouth, making a harsh whistle.

"Yes, I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

Sean patted the captain's shoulder gently: "It's okay, come on, talk to Captain Ran."

"Yes, yes...Captain Ran, [Academy], voluntarily donated the airship to Mr. Sean, I, I can testify."

Ran Xinzhu's beautiful eyes widened angrily: "Sean, did you kidnap him?"

Sean said displeased: "Am I this kind of person? Forget it, let you see my sincerity."

There is a stalemate in the sky, and the gambling game below has also entered its climax.

What does the incident above have to do with the dirty streets? People are more concerned about getting back the money they invested.

The pain on the woman's face disappeared, but the people's excited shouts became louder.

"Dead! Die! Die!"

On the screen, the zigzag line representing the heartbeat is gradually stabilizing.

The pale man was already clutching his hair in pain.

"Dead! Die! Die!"

Amidst the shouts that almost overturned the shadows, the woman trembled in pain and let out a whimper.

People were silent briefly, craning their necks to look at the screen.

"Beep--" a pleasant voice sounded, and the zigzag line finally turned into a straight line.

She is dead.

After less than half a second of silence, the roar of the mountains and the tsunami began.

"Hahaha, so damn good!"

Several people who had voted to death were angrily cursing: "Damn, useless things."

As the bets were distributed, the cheers became more intense, the excitement of flesh and blood, this is the most popular entertainment item in the dirty streets.