The end of the world is approaching, I'm handing myself over to the country.

Jin Buhuan didn't speak, his eyes glancing around.

I noticed that some people around me were already moved to tears.

Several of them even burst into tears, disregarding the occasion.

He'd met plenty of difficult people, but this guy was definitely one of the toughest.

"What a tragedy..." An old woman wiped her eyes, took a shaky step forward, and then dared not get any closer.

"Master Jin Buhuan." Someone in the crowd cried out, "I feel so sorry for him... Could you please lend a hand? Everyone has their difficulties."

"He went out to make money for his mother, even though he went astray, but his filial piety... is truly filial."

As soon as he finished speaking, several people around him nodded in agreement.

Anyway, it's all at someone else's expense; they just need to say a few words.

"Yes, scammers are hateful, but I can sense that he's not really a bad person..."

The voices were initially small, but gradually they merged into one, one after another, until finally, more and more people pleaded for him.

His sorrow, though seemingly concealed, remained hidden on the ground, his shoulders trembling violently.

But no one saw that the corner of his mouth, buried in the soil, was being pulled up very subtly.

He learned this story online, and he used this trick to escape many life-threatening situations.

Don't underestimate the story just because it's old; as long as it's useful, isn't that enough?

The parchment in Jin Buhuan's hand was radiating a chilling power of rules.

Don't be fooled by Jin Buhuan's calm and collected demeanor; the frequency with which his lips twitched was enough to give the person next to him a cold.

He really couldn't understand how anyone could believe such a ridiculous, even flawed, story.

Jin Buhuan looked down at the woman whose sorrow was only barely concealed, and said calmly, "Since your mother's illness is so serious, why don't you apply for a universal medicine for her?"

The sorrow, though seemingly concealed, only served to highlight it. My heart skipped a beat: "???"

Holy crap, how could I have forgotten about that...?

The story version is too old; I forgot to update it...

The surrounding crowd then came to their senses: "???"

"Holy crap! Yeah, why not just apply for a panacea!"

"A panacea, distributed free of charge by the government. Even those with late-stage lung cancer can be cured after just one injection."

Seeing his speechless, desolate expression, which only served to escalate the situation, Jin Buhuan clearly had no intention of letting him off the hook so easily: "Is it because you've forgotten?"

"Or perhaps you didn't have a mother at all?"

The sadness was always trying to hide, and while the speaker was internally cursing, they were frantically trying to justify themselves: "That's not how it is. I applied, but my application hasn't been approved yet."

"Oh~~~" Jin Buhuan gave a soft "oh": "But I heard that there aren't many people applying now."

The sorrow was always concealed: "Maybe it's because my area is near a mining area, and there are many sick people there..."

Jin Buhuan smiled and nodded, rarely arguing with him about these things: "Alright, alright, let's leave it at that."

"Since there's a problem with your application, why don't you just withdraw one? You're already spending thousands of Yuan Crystals a day on hospital fees, why not spend 500 consumption points to withdraw one?"

"Are you stupid? Or are you not eligible for a spot in Wasteland Era?"

The sorrow always seems to be concealed only by attempts to hide it: "..."

His expression, which was always trying to hide his sadness, kept changing wildly. You're asking me? Who am I supposed to ask?

At this moment, even the slowest person would realize what was happening.

"Damn it, so this guy was still lying to us!"

"I can't believe him again, damn it! He really thinks we're all his slaves!"

Those around looked over upon hearing this.

Although... but could you please not insult me ​​as well?

At this point, there was no need for Jin Buhuan to speak again.

The players who had just been sympathizing with the tragic situation and were almost used as pawns suddenly erupted in chaos!

"You beast! You even deceive an old woman! You have no heart!"

A burly man rushed out wielding a battle axe, his eyes practically bulging out of their sockets, and cursed, "Damn it! I genuinely thought you'd been wronged, and I almost ran out to stand up for you!"

"Exactly! A liar like you is disgusting to be here!"

The female player who had previously comforted the dejected player was now trembling with anger.

"Boss Jin, stop wasting time talking to him! Just use the props!"

"Yes! Get him out of Wasteland Era!"

"Get out of Wasteland Era!"

"Get out of Wasteland Era!"

The anger of thousands of people instantly transformed into a tangible wave of sound.

Various vulgarities, mixed with extremely angry spittle, rained down on the desolate man's head.

The wall fell and everyone pushed.

His face, which had been trying to conceal his sorrow, turned deathly pale in an instant, and he looked around in despair.

All the gazes were filled with murderous intent and contempt.

This is it.

Jin Buhuan twitched the corner of his mouth and whispered in the ear of the sorrowful man who always tried to cover up his true feelings, "Did you hear that? This is the power of public opinion that you love the most."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jin Buhuan grabbed Beiliang's hand, which was always trying to cover up his true feelings, and pressed it directly onto the parchment.

The sorrow was always trying to be concealed, but the expression changed drastically.

But Jin Buhuan had no intention of letting him go. He opened his right fist and punched Bei Liang directly in the abdomen, where Bei Liang was trying to cover up his true feelings.

"Aaaaaahh ...

A piercing scream tore through the air.

The body, which always tries to conceal its sorrow, is like a glass barrier that has been hit hard, shattering inch by inch starting from the head!

It turned into countless glowing data fragments and was completely swallowed by that red light!

Not a single hair was left.

The entire room fell silent for a moment.

Immediately afterwards, a deafening roar of cheers erupted!

"Good riddance!!"

"Serves him right! Damn it, killing him would be too good for him!"

"Damn! That's a fucking stress-relieving way to die!"

Thousands of people gathered in the open space, cheering even more enthusiastically than during the Lunar New Year.

at the same time.

Inside the grocery store.

Lin Mo listened to the faint cheers coming from outside, his face full of displeasure.

"Now, every little thing gets brought up in front of me. Do they think I have nothing better to do?"

He picked up the teacup on the table and took a swig in a huff.

A plump sparrow fluttered its wings and flew out from behind the counter, landing steadily on his shoulder.

Those tiny, bean-sized eyes were filled with arrogance and smugness.

With greater responsibility comes more trouble.

The sparrow's chirping has a naturally cute and annoying quality.

"..."

Lin Mo rolled his eyes: "What responsibility do you have?"

"I'm just a shop owner, not some neighborhood committee auntie!"

"Why should I be the one judging these players' cases every day?"

Lin Mo was so disgusted by that kid's third-rate acting that he almost threw up his dinner from the night before.

The sparrow seemed to read his mind, tilting its head and letting the tuft of hair on its head sway.

Actually, you could have asked Mr. Chi to help you with these trivial matters.

After all, it's the authorities' expertise to handle these public security issues.

Lin Mo's hand, which was holding the teacup, suddenly paused.

Yup!

His eyes suddenly lit up: "You idiot, you've finally said something sensible."

"These capable officials are just sitting around doing nothing anyway, so why not let them do some work?"

Without saying a word, Lin Mo directly opened his personal panel.

Swipe your finger across the friends list.

We found Mr. Chi's name.

The communication was initiated directly.

"beep--!"

The call was answered instantly after only one ring.

"Feed? Young friend Lin Mo."

Old Chi's voice came from the other end of the communicator, tinged with amusement.

Lin Mo cut straight to the point: "Old Chi, can you do me a favor?"