Counterfeit Hero

Don’t mention old pervert Gandi, even these two lowly thugs knew from the start—this woman was a born seductress. Her white, jade-like skin, coupled with her ample bosom, plump hips, and slender waist that fit perfectly in one’s hand; laying her down on the bed, listening to her sweet, alluring moans amidst a storm of passion—it’s pure ecstasy!

”Let me go! What are you trying to do?” Helen struggled and screamed desperately, but in this indifferent hall, she seemed so alone and helpless. She suddenly understood, this wasn’t Leray, this was a twisted and cruel world. Away from the protection of Leray’s prominent family, she was nothing but a naked lamb in this world.

”Let her go!”

Just as Helen was being dragged to the stairway, nearly in despair, a cold voice rang out from behind.

Like struck by a bolt of lightning, Helen stopped struggling.

She turned her head, teary-eyed, and saw who stood behind her—wasn’t it that damn Fatty? Extreme fear, despair, shame, and anger, combined with sudden, intense joy, all turned into boundless grievance. The tears swirled around her eyes and finally poured out uncontrollably.

Seeing Helen’s tears, her swollen cheeks, the two thugs still holding her tightly, and Gandi’s lecherous smile behind them, a surge of anger shot straight from Fatty’s heart to his head, making his eyes blaze red.

Helen wasn’t his woman, but Helen was Leray’s woman.

In this world, Leray had endured enough bullying. People like them were forced to become exiles, counting down to Leray’s doomsday every day, disguising themselves as madmen in this insane world, foolishly attempting to hold up the sky in desperation. And now, must they watch a woman regarded by all young men who bled for Leray as a goddess, a symbol of peaceful life, be humiliated?

Anyone could be bullied, but not this woman, who wandered in exile with them for Leray!

”You...” Seeing Fatty striding forward, a thug stepped forward trying to block him. But in the blink of an eye, all the outer disciples, security personnel, staff members, and receptionists in the hall saw only a blur as the lion-like Fatty swung a slap right at the thug’s face.

This slap, Fatty gritted his teeth and used all his strength.

The superhuman power concentrated in his hand landed entirely on the thug’s face.

The thug didn’t even groan, his neck twisted, his whole face deformed by the immense force, and his body flew out. When he hit the wall and slid to the ground, anyone with sharp eyes could see from his limp-necked position that his neck was broken.

Amid the receptionist’s screams, Fatty didn’t even glance at the thug. With a big step, he charged forward, grabbed the arm of the other thug next to Helen, and brutally broke it like chopping wood. He then yanked the thug’s hair back—as the thug leaned back with his head pulled, a knee struck his groin...

This move was a deadly technique used by Special Soldiers in life-and-death battles. A knee strike to the groin left no survivors—the thug, hit firmly, rolled on the ground, screaming in agony that pierced the ears. After a few screams, the thug curled up on the ground, convulsed, and soon fell silent.

In broad daylight, under everyone’s eyes, Fatty slaughtered so swiftly and arrogantly, as if no one else existed.

The entire hall fell into deadly silence. Everyone’s face drained of color. Gandi, the instigator, trembled all over, his teeth chattering. He never dreamed that the seemingly honest, chubby man he schemed against, was such a killing god.

As everyone was stunned by what had just happened, a few cowering disciples emerged from the stairwell, carrying Monroe. Following them were Nakagawa Yui and others, who were similarly dragged out like dead dogs by their limbs.

No one in the hall knew these people better than the outer disciples and staff. Usually, these individuals were lofty and untouchable in their eyes. Their status was something ordinary disciples dreamed of. Every word they said was like a holy decree, a truth, a command in the Mechanical Armor Hall.

But now, Monroe’s arms were like noodles, and the others were beyond recognition. The hall was filled only with the sound of gasping breaths.

The one who found it hardest to believe was Gandi. At this moment, his mind buzzed, and the whole world turned blank. He couldn’t fathom what happened in the training room; he just had a sudden ominous feeling. In a daze, he saw Fatty seem to ask the woman something, and she pointed at him, crying. As she sobbed, Fatty’s face grew darker and darker.

Gandi lost control of his bladder and bowels instantly.

Although he desperately waved his hands and tried to open his mouth to explain, at this moment, not a word could come out. He could only make incoherent noises, shaking his head, as the ferocious Fatty walked toward him.

Fatty was going to kill him! This was the message Gandi’s entire being screamed.

He used all his strength to turn and stumbled trying to flee into the hall. To the eyes of the disciples and trainers opposite him, his look was one of sheer terror.