Dressed as King? Facing vaccine addicts right from the start!

After handing the unlicensed rider over to the medical staff, Lin Mo, surrounded by association staff, prepared to leave in a special car.

He never looked back at the cheering crowd again, and this indifference only added to his mysterious and powerful aura.

However, once the hero disappeared, some previously suppressed dissenting voices began to quietly emerge among the crowd.

"Speaking of which, what exactly was that C-rank guy called Mumen Rider doing just now?"

A middle-aged man wearing glasses wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with lingering fear and said to his companion.

The fear from earlier hadn't completely dissipated, and he needed to distract himself through conversation.

"What else can we do but play the hero?" His companion curled his lip, his tone tinged with disdain.

"What can a Class C do when facing a Ghost-level disaster except die? If Mr. King hadn't arrived in time, he would have been turned into a pile of minced meat long ago."

This conversation attracted the attention of many people around.

Unbeknownst to me, the initial感动 (moved/touched) by the Mukden Rider's fearless courage began to fade quietly in the face of the logic of reality.

“You can’t say that, he’s at least… very brave?” a young girl tried to argue in a low voice.

“Brave?” The bespectacled man who spoke first immediately retorted, his voice rising as well.

"Is this bravery? This is stupidity! This is overestimating one's abilities! If he had any brains at all, he would know that going up there would only be a hindrance!"

He became more and more agitated as he spoke: "Just think about it, how critical the situation was! Yet Mr. King still had to spare his attention to save him."

"What if, and I mean what if, this affects Mr. King's performance and causes him to lose to Deep Sea King? Who will bear the consequences? Can a mere C-rank bear that responsibility?!"

These sharp words struck many people like a stone.

Indeed, from a rational perspective, the unlicensed rider's behavior was meaningless and could even be described as causing trouble.

Courage seems so cheap and ridiculous in the face of absolute power.

“That’s right! He just wants to show off! He wants to take this opportunity to appear on a national live broadcast to improve his ranking!” another person immediately chimed in.

"I've seen plenty of people like this, fools who would risk their lives for fame and fortune!"

"If you ask me, the Hero Association should revoke his hero status! This kind of behavior is not something to be encouraged!"

"Yes! It's a disgrace to the world of heroes!"

The rhetoric began to become increasingly extreme.

People have just emerged from the immense fear of death, and their minds are in a state of extreme excitement and instability; they desperately need an outlet for their emotions.

Trampling a weak person underfoot undoubtedly gives them a false sense of security and superiority.

So they mocked and criticized the person who had recently risked his life to protect them, as if this would distance themselves from being "weak" and "stupid".

Just as the uproar was growing stronger and stronger, almost swallowing up the hero's glory, a cold voice forcefully interrupted.

"What...what were you just saying?"

Several men who were talking animatedly turned around at the sound and saw three young men wearing T-shirts with the KING logo staring coldly at them.

The young man in the lead had a buzz cut, fierce eyes, and lingering tattoo marks on his neck.

They are die-hard fans of KING and call themselves the "Emperor Engine" fan club.

"We were talking about that C-class hero..." the bespectacled man answered instinctively, but before he could finish, he was rudely interrupted by the crew-cut youth.

"What I'm asking is, in what tone are you talking about a hero recognized by Lord KING?"

The young man with the buzz cut didn't speak loudly, but the oppressive aura he exuded made the shouts of those around him much quieter.

The bespectacled man was startled by this imposing manner, but still stubbornly insisted:

"I...I'm just stating the facts! Besides, I was also thinking of Mr. King! That C-level guy was clearly just causing trouble..."

Chapter 60 The Child Emperor's Invitation

A blond-haired man next to the crew-cut youth suddenly stepped forward, pointed at the bespectacled man's nose, and shouted:

"What do you know? Who do you think you are? How dare you presume to guess what Lord King is thinking?"

"Why did King personally carry him in the end? It was out of respect! It was out of recognition! A coward like you who only talks nonsense from behind would never understand!"

The blond-haired man became more and more agitated as he spoke, spitting all over the bespectacled man's face.

"I...I didn't...I just felt..."

The bespectacled man panicked completely. He never expected that his few complaints would provoke such a group of fanatics who looked like they were not to be trifled with.

"What do you think?" The crew-cut youth sneered as he slowly approached.

"Does Lord KING need your 'opinion' to decide what he does? Anyone he approves of, even an ordinary person, is a million times more noble than trash like you who cowers in a shelter, trembling with fear, and then comes out to pontificate afterward!"

"You... how dare you swear at me!" the bespectacled man shouted, his voice trembling with fear.

"Insult you?" A fierce glint flashed in the buzz-cut youth's eyes. "I'm going to beat you up again today!"

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly threw a punch, hitting the bespectacled man squarely in the abdomen.

A dull thud rang out, and the bespectacled man's glasses flew off his face, arcing through the air before shattering on the ground.

He instantly arched his back, collapsed to his knees in agony, unable to utter a scream, and could only gag while clutching his stomach.

A piercing scream erupted from the surrounding crowd, who retreated in terror, instantly clearing a large area.

The other two youths immediately rushed forward and began to beat the bespectacled man who had fallen to the ground and the others who had been most enthusiastic in their agreement.

"You dare to be so foul-mouthed! You dare to insult heroes!"

"Dare to question King's judgment? You're asking for trouble!"

"Remember this! Anyone approved by the great King is someone we must respect! Who do you think you are, daring to yell like that here?!"

Punches and kicks rained down, and screams and pleas for mercy filled the air.

Those men who were just talking so loudly could only roll on the ground, clutching their heads, completely powerless to fight back.

This violent scene sent a chill down the spines of those who had just been basking in the joy of being rescued.

They stared in horror at the three utterly crazed young men, and for a moment no one dared to step forward to stop them.

This is a distorted form of worship; in their minds, KING is no longer just a hero.

Their reasons for committing violence sounded noble—to uphold the dignity of heroes and the will of King.

In reality, they are simply enjoying the thrill of "acting on behalf of heaven," using violence to assert their sense of existence, as if they too possess the power to judge others.

Finally, the Hero Association staff maintaining order noticed the commotion, and several B-rank and C-rank heroes rushed over and forcibly separated the crowd.

"Stop! What are you doing! How dare you cause trouble here!"

The three men with buzz cuts reluctantly stopped.

They straightened their T-shirts with the KING logo, looked at the bruised and battered men on the ground, groaning in pain, and showed no remorse, but rather the triumphant satisfaction and contempt of victors.

The crew-cut youth spat on the ground, then looked around and addressed the onlookers in a warning tone:

"Listen up, everyone! Lord King is our hero! Mumen Rider is the hero recognized by Lord King!"

"Anyone who dares to insult them with their filthy mouths again will end up like these good-for-nothings!"

After saying that, he led the other two men away with an air of nonchalance amidst the fearful gazes of the crowd.

The riot subsided, and many people looked at the unfortunate men who had been beaten on the ground with complicated expressions.

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Meanwhile, Lin Mo, riding in the Hero Association's specially made bulletproof vehicle, was completely unaware of everything that had happened in the place he had just left.

The car was unusually quiet, with only the steady sound of the engine.

The car window was one-way; he could see the devastation on the streets and the terrified people outside, but the people outside couldn't see him.

This sense of isolation made him relax a little. He leaned back in the soft chair, closed his eyes, and tried to calm his still rapidly beating heart.

His original plan was to take this car directly home.

However, plans can never keep up with changes.

"Buzz...buzz..."

The special communicator in his pocket suddenly vibrated. He took it out and saw an unexpected name on the screen—"Child Emperor".

Ranked 5th in S-Class, the strategist of the Hero Association, a ten-year-old genius child with intelligence far exceeding that of adults.

Lin Mo hesitated for a moment, but still pressed the answer button.

"Hello, is this KING?" The voice on the other end of the phone was Child Emperor's signature slightly childish tone, but he spoke very quickly and seemed very excited.

"It's me." Lin Mo's voice remained steady and magnetic.

"Great! I saw the live stream. As expected of Uncle KING! I knew that a mere Demon-level Deep Sea King was no match for you!"

Tong Di praised without reservation, "By the way, are you free now? I have something good here that I urgently need your help to test!"

"I'm...very tired right now." Lin Mo gave the most direct and honest reason, "I just went through a big battle and need to rest."

"No!" Child Emperor's tone immediately became urgent.

"This is extremely important! If it succeeds, it will be a milestone for our Hero Association!"

Lin Mo remained unmoved; all he wanted now was to go home. A milestone? The future of the Hero Association?

Let's start rejecting toxic motivational quotes, okay?

"Sorry, I'm not feeling well today, let's do it another day."

Seeing that Lin Mo was about to refuse, Tong Di on the other end of the phone immediately changed his strategy.

Then Child Emperor's tone suddenly took a 180-degree turn, transforming from a calm scientist into a spoiled child.

"Please~, Uncle KING~" The drawn-out, sweet child's voice came through the communicator, giving Lin Mo goosebumps.

"...Please speak normally."

"Please, please~" Child Emperor continued to plead in that sweet, coquettish tone.

"I have absolutely no idea about Uncle King's stats. Uncle King is the best~ Please, please~"

Lin Mo's forehead was covered in cold sweat. He could even imagine Tong Di on the other end of the phone, sucking on a lollipop and blinking his big eyes pitifully.