Blackstone Code Chapter 1062: Who can define right and wrong?
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"You should hold your chest up..."
Lynch said softly, "Look at these people in front of you, they're actually nothing special."
"There is no difference between them and you and me. We are all human. As long as we are human, we will all die."
"You should have killed some people. The method and process of killing these people is no different from the people you killed. They should be afraid of you. The problem shouldn't be on you."
Lynch's words made Austin feel better, and she had a natural smile on her face, "You're very good at coaxing people."
"I'm just telling the truth!"
Today's meeting was actually a test by Horn, and everyone had nothing against his test, which was very good.
Once the Bliss Society is officially established, Horn will be able to master more power and achieve more and better development.
He enjoys everything greedily. He has been poor for a long time. Now, it is time for him to take revenge on himself for being poor.
The establishment of the Bliss Club will be the next time, and the next thing is to enjoy the carnival.
Girls and boys who barely wear clothes are one of the extravagant embellishments here, and Horn takes everyone on a tour of a very special show.
It was an iron cage. He would arrange boxers to enter the competition. There were no laws and no rules. Two people could come down together or one person.
The winner will receive a 3% cut of the total wagered amount, which Horn will make up when it falls below 50,000.
Two fighters, one is a sports coach and the other is a street gangster. They are not professional boxers, boxers, fighters, or ordinary people.
It's also only when ordinary people are in huge trouble that they'll go to hell.
Those boxers, master fighters, they're not in the ordinary class, and even if they get into trouble, a ring can't solve it.
On the contrary, it is a fight between ordinary people, which is actually more beautiful and exciting.
Two ordinary people, each with a reason to win, start fighting.
They don't have a set style of play, they don't play like professional fighters, and they play very well, giving people a very "technical" feeling.
These two are a fight between ordinary people, a fight to the death.
The two kept waving fists to each other to greet each other's nose, and kept hitting each other's body with any part of the body that could cause damage. The nosebleed was the first to come out.
Then the corner of the gangster's eyes cracked open, blood fascinated his eyes, he closed one eye and ripped the other person's ear hard.
The physical education teacher's ear was torn in half, and the pain made him feel like a steamed crab.
No rules, no time limit, whoever leaves alive is the winner!
The emotions of the audience were highly aroused. The more upper-class society and the more ruling class they were, the more they liked this kind of brutal violence.
What they like is not just the savage sport, but the feeling of dominating other people's lives. They stand high and watch the ants struggle against their will.
The atmosphere at the scene became more and more lively, and some people even threw a stack of banknotes into the cage from above.
Twenty dollar bills were spilled on the ground, and those bills were stained red with blood on the ground!
Most people agree that the physical education teacher can win the final victory, because his physical fitness is better and stronger, but the little gangster on the street, thin.
With a sick face and a slightly thin body, people worry about whether the physical education teacher can punch through his torso!
The battle has been going on for five or six minutes now.
It also became less intense from the most intense time at the beginning.
The physical education teacher knelt on one knee and kept beating the gangster's head with his fists.
Just now, the gangster stepped on the bill and slipped.
The physical education teacher didn't give up this opportunity, and rushed over to press the gangster on his head.
Every time you punch down, you can hear a dull "bang" sound, as if the ring and the iron cage are shaking.
The fist is actually not heavy. Now, the physical education teacher doesn't have much physical strength. The lactic acid prevents him from exerting the strength he should have.
The last two punches have been a little weak.
Some viewers, some viewers who just looked like elites in high society, are not so civilized at this time.
They stood up, waving their signatures, or banknotes, and shouting "kill him"!
The physical education teacher stood up slowly, panting heavily, raised his head, looked at the people outside the iron cage, and looked at the people wearing high-end clothes and waving banknotes in their hands.
The eyes were lost for a moment.
Afterwards, his eyes lowered and he saw a roadside gangster who was motionless on the ground, killing people, which was very strange to him.
He's just a gym teacher, not a killer, never killed.
But now he has to kill the man so he can get a lot of money and solve the problem he has to solve.
This is a very difficult choice, he doesn't know how to do it, twist his neck?
Still with your feet?
He's not sure, maybe it would be better to break his neck, he doesn't know if he can do it, but he'll try to do it.
When he grabbed the little gangster's hair and was about to lift him up, the little gangster suddenly jumped forward and threw himself on the gym teacher.
He rested for a while. Although he was dizzy, he knew that if he didn't fight back, he might die in the ring.
This blow is the final explosion.
He threw himself on the gym teacher and bit the gym teacher's throat.
He had never bitten with such force before, and he could feel something twisting, whining, and shattering under the pressure of his teeth.
The physical education teacher wanted to break free, but it was too late.
After the throat was crushed, a large amount of blood was produced from the body and poured into the body. The continuous flow of blood compressed the respiratory system, and some blood even choked into the lobes of the lungs.
He has a strong urge to cough, which is the lobe of his lungs calling for help.
But the little gangster never let go. His face was flushed, but he couldn't cough.
There was a hissing sound from the wide-open mouth, and the weak airflow was squeezed out.
He slammed his fist into the man wrapped around his body, his head, his side waist, his back, but the man just didn't let go.
The power of the fist is getting weaker and weaker...
The six-foot-two physical education teacher fell to the ground after staggering a few steps!
Until this moment, the little **** didn't open his mouth, he was biting like that, trying to cut off everything.
The surroundings of the ring fell into a dead silence for a while, and no one thought it would end like this, and this just proved the correct choice of Horn.
The fights of these ordinary people are more beautiful and tragic than those of the master fighters.
The moves of the master fighters are deadly, and it may be that for them, the difference between victory and defeat, life and death, is just a few strokes.
Punching a punch in a deadly place, or snapping someone's neck with ease, is not very ornamental.
On the contrary, it is not as exciting, bloody, and crazy as the fighting between ordinary people.
After confirming that the PE teacher was dead, the medical team took the stage to separate the two and carried them down.
This contest is, in a sense, legal.
Because the two sides signed a waiver of responsibility before the game, they promised that they would not hold anyone or any organization accountable for life, death, or disability.
As to why they had to live and die, that's another story.
"I'm a little sick..." Austin is still a little uncomfortable with everything here.
They fought smugglers, smugglers, and warlord militants in Marillo on the border to keep the Confederates safe.
But in the Federation, the bigwigs in the upper class are casually... trampling on the dignity of people's lives.
She feels intense discomfort.
Lynch nodded, stood up, and handed over the signature in his hand to the waiter, "transfer the money directly to my account."
With that, he left with Austin.
The waiter looked at the ticket in his hand, confused, and didn't understand what it meant.
It simply means - cash the ticket and call Lynch.
There is something else he doesn't understand.
Because the amount written on this ticket is only twenty dollars.
Even if the odds are high at the beginning, this ticket can only be exchanged for less than a hundred dollars in cash.
From the fighting ring, Austin strolled along the edge of the main square, "I don't understand, Lynch."
"Why do you have to do something so disappointing when you are already so rich?"
It's not that she's naive, it's just that she really doesn't understand.
Everything that happened here today is hitting her three views, and she doesn't understand it very well.
Lynch lit a cigarette, smoking while walking, "When you only have a dollar, you just want to fill your stomach."
"When you only have a hundred dollars, you want to have a place to live."
"When you have more money, more desires will naturally breed."
"For the people here, wealth, money, and power are no longer their goals. They need to find something exciting in their lives to tell themselves that they are still alive."
Austin was silent, "But... there's no need to do it this way~IndoMTL.com~ I mean, they can go and help others."
Lynch had a little surprise, "Why do you think they're not helping others?"
"Maybe that gym teacher has a terminally ill child, maybe the only family member of that punk is in trouble."
"They have a reason for having to get the money, and maybe it's better to do so than to let them cause bigger problems in society."
Lynch flicked the ashtray, "I'm not saying it's correct, it's just that when we look at problems, we have to look at them from more perspectives."
"Like those stowaways, they just want to live a stable and safe life, you not only ruined their yearning for beauty, you even gave them a shuttle!"
"There is no right or wrong in this world from the beginning, that's what we think defines it."
"You know, thinking of a definition is like some mathematical formula with no result, and sometimes it can go wrong!"