Chapter 598 True Self

The stars change and time flies.

Colorful lights flash among the tall buildings.

Li Hao, who was wearing a cheap suit, looked at himself in the mirror with a tired face, took some water and rubbed his face, then simply adjusted his clothes in front of the mirror, and then went out with a warm smile on his face.

"Mr. Zhang, look"

The best job in the world is always in the sales industry, because the basic salary is low and the salary depends entirely on commission. This is an industry with a high upper limit but also a very low lower limit.

Going out early and coming back late every day is exhausting.

Going to every social event with a smile on your face, you have to be careful about getting scolded every time you make a call. If it's just a cold face or a roll of eyes, it will turn into a good thing.

"Fortunately, Mr. Zhang is easy to talk to, and he finally placed an order today."

"But I'm still so tired."

"When will this day end?"

After seeing Mr. Zhang off, Li Hao squatted on the edge of the green belt next to the curb and sighed softly. Is this kind of life hard? It doesn't matter how hard it is, it's just a smile. If you want to make money from other people's pockets, how can you do it without giving up the smile?

It's better than the civilians who were displaced during the war and slaughtered like pigs and sheep by the rebels.

It's better than those who couldn't bear the oppression of their lords, listened to the priest's sermon, took their meager belongings, and embarked on the journey to the "Kingdom of Heaven". On the way, they were robbed by Berber pirates and sold to the bottom of the mines to work until they died. Serfs are strong.

"But why can't I feel any happiness?"

Li Hao breathed out a little tiredly. He also wanted to lie down, but lying down also required capital. His family conditions were average, and he had to pay huge medical expenses for three years in the hospital. If he didn't work hard, would he be able to give up everything? Is all the pressure put on your father's shoulders?

He stuffed his belly with the tenderloin bought from a roadside stall and lit a cigarette.

Looking at the bustling city night scene, he looked a little dazed.

When he came to his senses, a model composed of strange lines appeared in the mud of the green belt. It looked chaotic but showed order, as if it corresponded to some kind of heaven and earth principle.

"Is this what I just drew?"

Li Hao glanced at the wooden stick in his hand.

If it’s broken, I won’t have a mental problem, right?

Li Hao was a little frightened. He had been dreaming recently, and his dreams were all bizarre. Sometimes he dreamed that he transformed into a demonic dragon, slaughtering villages and cities, devouring living people; sometimes he dreamed that he became a great lord of the Crusaders.

But he knew very well that these were just dreams.

But now he found that the influence of this series of dreams was not shallow at all. Anyway, this spell model was definitely not something that could be imagined out of thin air.

"Oh, I can't afford to get sick now."

During the time when I was in bed after a car accident, my family had spent a lot of money. I didn't make much money now, so I couldn't go to the hospital to treat some of my "delusions."

Li Hao frowned, and a trace of anxiety emerged in his heart: "It's probably just that I've been too tired recently."

He pinched his eyebrows. He had been dreaming every night these days. Although he would forget most of them when he woke up, it still affected the quality of his sleep. If he continued like this, he was worried that his body would collapse.

"How about taking some time off?"

The basic salary from a sales job is just enough to cover your daily expenses. If you can't open orders, you won't be able to save a few dollars. At most, it won't burden your family. But if you really have a mental illness, then the money will be wasted. generally.

How about quitting your job and driving a taxi with your dad?

At this time.

Suddenly someone on the roadside heard a woman's scream: "Catch him, catch him!"

Looking back, I saw a man with a ferocious face, waving a dagger and shouting: "Get out of the way, if you don't want to die, get out of the way!"

Li Hao subconsciously wanted to stop him, but in his opinion, the vicious gangster was not a deterrent at all. But as soon as he started to move, he stopped again: "Calm down, calm down, you are just an ordinary person."

"You are not the Crusader Lord, you are not the invincible champion knight in the arena."

He took a deep breath and quickly hid on the side of the road.

"Please, help me stop him!"

"They are human traffickers!"

Only then did Li Hao realize that behind the gangster who was opening the way, there was a woman holding a little girl.

"Grass!"

"I hate human traffickers the most."

Li Hao gritted his teeth, picked up a piece of cloth from the merchant's bucket on the roadside, stepped on it and broke the head tied with cloth strips, and rushed to the trafficker.

He raised the wooden stick in his hand high above his head, and made a standard cow pose, as if what he was holding was not a wooden stick, but a two-handed sword commonly used by Germanic swordsmen.

"Get away!"

With a crazy look on his face, the trafficker rushed forward waving the dagger in his hand.

Li Hao quickly stepped forward and stabbed the wooden stick straight at the trafficker's throat.

Fortunately, it was the back end of the wooden stick he used instead of the broken section with a wooden wedge. The trafficker was stabbed by the wooden stick, and his vision suddenly went dark. He fell softly to the ground, and the dagger in his hand was struck by Li Hao. The stick flew away.

The passers-by taking photos almost dropped their jaws.

The wooden stick is a long weapon, so it's not surprising that it can hit a dagger, but this thrust was so steady and accurate that it knocked the vicious gangster to the ground in just one blow.

The trafficker's accomplice, who was holding the little girl, was so frightened that he stomped to the ground and threw the child towards Li Hao. He tried to run away without looking back, but Li Hao chased him forward with a quick stride and swept him with a wooden stick, knocking him down easily. .

At this time, the crowd also surrounded and subdued the trafficker who fell to the ground.

Li Hao returned the girl to her mother, and when he saw the opportunity, he hurriedly slipped away.

A gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall. This criminal is nothing, but he seemed a little cruel. He did not dare to check the situation. Maybe the trafficker was stabbed to death by him with a wooden stick. He had to run away quickly!

Back to the office building where he worked.

Li Hao was still a little out of breath.

"I won't really kill anyone, will I?"

He stood in front of the French window and looked out. The patrol police had arrived, but the trafficker was still surrounded by the crowd and was not sent to the hospital. His intuition told him that this guy was probably beyond saving.

But even so, he was not afraid at all.

Instead, there was a familiar sense of excitement in his heart, as if killing was a trivial matter for him.

"I have to change my clothes quickly."

"I should be considered a brave man. Those patrolmen should not work so hard to track down their whereabouts for a human trafficker. Hey, no, someone just recorded a video. I won't be in the video, will I?"

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but pinch his palm anxiously.

"Even the city-state code of the Two Sicilies and the laws made by those wolf cubs will not protect a human trafficker."

"I have only woken up for a few months. Am I going to be imprisoned for manslaughter?"

An inexplicable desire for destruction surged in his heart: "If they dare to catch me, I will burn them all to death with dragon flames just like I did with those brainless heroes!"