Chapter 185 The goal of voters

"Boy, are you playing us?" Billy was not a good-tempered person. When he heard Wuhui's words at this time, he thought Wuhui was deliberately trying to make fun of his own people, so he became even more angry, but because the other party might be a citizen, he did not take action.

Of course, although citizens have some privileges, they are not supreme. Although Billy is unwilling to provoke the citizen in front of him, he still decides to scare the other party and he needs to regain some face no matter how he makes a living, otherwise he will be the eldest brother of the side in the future, although this eldest brother is a little humid.

Beside Wu Hui, in the garbage dump, Feng'er, who was hidden under the black plastic bag, saw this scene and opened her mouth wide, looking in disbelief. Looking at Wu Hui in front of her, she didn't understand what the guy in front of her who might be a citizen might think. You have to know that Billy's power is still so powerful that Billy can kill several people with bare hands. It is said that he has entered the ranks of first-class fighters and has become a fighter that everyone admires.

Although Feng'er didn't believe that the guy in front of her would enter the ranks of fighters. How could a fighter stay in a civilian area and be the leader of a gangster? At least he has a citizenship. How could he stay here? They can find a job in the bustling metropolis where citizens live and spend their lives peacefully. Therefore, Feng'er, who began to hang out in society early on, began to sneer in the society after others' praise and preaching.

But in short, Billy is very powerful. After all, it is not easy for those who can dominate the slum. Although Billy's territory is only a few blocks in the slum No. 32, looking at his majestic figure and bulging muscles, Feng'er felt a little worried about the people in front of him. What's more, Billy is not alone, and he has more than a dozen followers.

"What are you talking about?" Billy was furious after hearing this. He punched Wuhui without saying a word. At this time, he no longer cared that the person in front of him might be a citizen, and even Billy, a citizen, had to make him pay a price.

"Crack" a crisp sound of life sounded, and Feng'er couldn't help but cover her eyes. She had already imagined what was about to happen, and Feng'er really couldn't bear to see what was about to happen.

When the crisp sound came, a scream came, but the owner of this sound did not seem to be the big guy who was beautiful, but Billy. After hearing this sound, Feng'er couldn't help but open her eyes, poked her head out to look at the scene in front of her. However, the scene in front of her made Feng'er somewhat unable to accept it. Because Billy, who had been bullying and bullying in the past, did everything evil, fell to the ground and screamed there constantly. Seeing his movements, his arm had been broken.

Children who grew up in the slums, who have never seen bloody fights in the dark corners that the law never visits. Even the dead happens frequently. In the bustling metropolis, those citizens and men act as policemen who act as policemen will occasionally feel good. They will feel pitiful and messy slums. Blood flows to death. It is really normal for people in the slums. People die at every moment. Every moment, all kinds of violent incidents, murders, and robberies occur in the slums. Such things are common. Therefore, Feng'er, who is only eight years old, does not feel anything wrong or can't bear it. For the scene in front of him, looking at Billy's painful appearance, Feng'er is only full of joy, because for her, Billy is simply too bad, and he often bullies himself. This is the retribution he deserves.

"Ah bastard, you actually broke my arm. Why are you stupid guys standing there? Why don't you kill him for me quickly?" Billy yelled at the men behind him.

After hearing this, the subordinates were stunned, then looked at each other and rushed towards Wuhui. In their opinion, there should be no problem for more than a dozen people to defeat the people in front of them, but unfortunately, after a sound, they realized their mistakes.

"Crackling." After a crisp sound, Wuhui took only a few seconds to knock the group of people down the ground. The group of people lay on the ground one by one and kept making miserable screams.

"Okay, you can come out. They have solved it, you can come out." After solving the people in front of you, Wu Hui showed a smile on his lips and said to Feng'er who was hiding beside him.

"Wow, you are so amazing. How did you do it? Are you a fighter?" For some reason, Feng'er felt that this big man who blocked her just now was not so annoying. Instead, she liked him a little and said excitedly to him.

"I don't know this. I just hit them a few times. Actually, I don't know what happened. It seems like everything is subconscious. When I talk, I seem to be frustrated. I don't know anything except knowing that I call Jun Wuhui." Wuhui answered very casually, but when I said that, I unconsciously frowned, and then showed great pain. That look is pitiful. If there were a group of beautiful ladies or adolescent girls present at this time, I would definitely not help but hold Wuhui in my arms and let him lean against his chest tightly to calm down the pain in his heart.

Wuhui is a person with a thick-skinned face than a city wall, extremely shameless in his heart, and without blinking his eyes. At this time, he began to deceive a minor and not a child without shame.

"Really?" Although Feng'er is not old, you should know that Feng'er lives in the lowest slum on the entire Belda planet. Feng'er has seen too many intrigues, too many blood and hatred, too many tragedies, and too many lies. Sometimes, when nervous, people can even kill each other for a piece of bread. Hundreds of credit points can make their brothers turn against each other and fight to the death. Because Feng'er has seen too many, she generally does not believe outsiders easily.

"Of course, do I need to lie to you?" Wuhui glanced at Feng'er in front of him and said with some displeasure. He turned around and was about to leave, as if he was very angry at Feng'er's words.

Wuhui's words made Feng'er stunned. She looked at Wuhui in front of her unconsciously, and then looked at herself. Suddenly, Feng'er felt that there was nothing worthy of deception from the other party. After thinking about it, it was probably true that people said. Thinking of this, Feng'er hurriedly ran over, blocked Wuhui's hand, grabbed Wuhui's hand, and said anxiously to Wuhui: "Okay, okay, big man, I know I was wrong, don't be angry, okay, I don't doubt what you said, but I just didn't adapt just now. Big man, you are a fighter, right? I think you are so powerful, you must have been a fighter before."

Feng'er deliberately changed the topic, but when she talked about it later, Feng'er seemed to be extremely sure and nodded.

"What is a fighter?" Wu Hui said with some confusion. To be honest, he really doesn't know about the so-called fighter. Wu Hui has scanned this planet before. There are many warriors on this planet. These people have practiced martial arts and they don't look weak. At least they are stronger than the Earth. There are thousands of people in the Golden Calendar stage alone, and the rest are all blood clans. There are not many people in the blood clan, which is only a few hundred. Most of them are barons, with dozens of viscounts, and the remaining one is an earl. The strongest person on this planet is also an earl. I think the owner of this planet is this earl.

You should know that in the world of the blood clan, only those above the earl are qualified to become the master of a life planet. Of course, this is just such a requirement. In fact, this is the rule millions of years ago. Nowadays, there are many masters of the blood clan, and the marquis may not have a life planet as a territorial. The earl here has such a territorial, and his backstage is obvious. I think he should be a pure blood clan, and his father should be a master of the blood clan, at least he should be a great duke, otherwise he would not have this right.

Of course, I understand a little bit, but I don’t know the specific situation. I don’t know what the fighter is. I don’t know what the fighter is. Because I don’t care about this planet, I don’t even care about it. Not to mention myself, even Bai Qi in the Kunlun Mirror, the military souls or the Demon Spiritzi, can walk here sideways. Of course, in order to ensure that the earth will no longer be in the situation, Wu Hui has placed Bai Qi and the Demon Spiritzi on the earth, becoming a entourage of the Dragon Gate, and can also take care of the Dragon Gate one or two.

"Idiot, it seems that you have really lost your memory. You don't even know what a fighter is. Don't you know that a fighter is a privileged class? As a fighter, you are all civic-level figures. Once you reach the fighter level, you can get the title of citizen. Higher fighters can even become voters and become nobles. You have to know what aristocrat is. It is said that people of aristocrats are immortal. Only the most powerful twelve-level fighters can get the title of nobles after being appreciated by the Earl. They are the ultimate pursuit of us, even citizens and voters." Feng'er said with a longing face.

"Oh, so that's it. You said the most powerful twelve-level fighter, that is, the fighter has twelve-level fighter, and they can become nobles, that is, blood clans, right? Then do you know what voters and citizens are?" Wu Hui said after hearing this and pondered for a moment and asked Xiao Feng'er in front of him.

"Citizens and citizens are people who can be protected by the laws of the planet. They are people who live in broad daylight and can participate in various tasks freely. They are protected by the law. Unlike people from slums, who call us untouchables, anyone can bully us, and the law does not protect us. We can only live at the bottom of society and become the lowest existence. The voters, compared to us, are nobler than those citizens. They are government officials and various reserve noble families, and they also have the life of the planet.

The economic family and the heirs of the large group are composed of the main rights of this planet. The voters almost control everything on this planet. Although this is the territory of the Count, the voters here sometimes have more rights. After all, they form the planet government and manage everything on the planet. The Count generally ignores this. What he cares about is whether the people here are loyal to him and whether they are loyal to them." Feng'er, who often hangs in the streets and alleys, obviously knows a lot, so he talks endlessly.

"Let's come again, it's the nobles. I don't know what the composition of the nobles is like, but I know that the nobles can have everything they want here. They are the real privileged class. Even the electorate is just slaves in front of them. As nobles, they can kill anyone other than the nobles without breaking the law. They can get anything they want. They are the real masters of rights. Although they don't care about anything on weekdays, everyone knows that they have the final say in this planet, and the government composed of the electorate is just their dog." Feng'er, who was standing there, said a little indignant later.

"Is that true? It seems that these blood clan guys are enjoying themselves here." Wuhui stood there and muttered to himself. When he said this, he couldn't help but smile. No one knew what Wuhui was thinking.

However, people who know Wuhui know that Wuhui often feels that when Wuhui smiles like this, someone will be in trouble.

"Big man, why are you laughing?" Seeing Wuhui in front of him laughing, Feng'er said with some dissatisfaction, thinking Wuhui was laughing at her.

"It's nothing, it's just that I seem to remember a little bit of things." Wuhui replied faintly.

"Ah, I remembered something, I remembered something," Feng'er asked curiously. You should know that the people in the slums were wearing clothes made of used plastic and garbage provided by the government, while Wu Hui was obviously wearing clothes made of expensive cloth, and even silk. This is not something that ordinary people can have. Feng'er has heard that only high-level citizens, voters, and even higher-level people can own these things. Therefore, Feng'er is very curious about Wu Hui's past.

"It's nothing, I forgot again. By the way, Feng'er, can you tell me, do you know how Robin Star goes? I think I seem to have something to do with it. If I get there, I will be able to find my memory." Wu Hui, a big road snob, couldn't find the way, and began to deceive the underage girl again. Obviously, he lied to the innocent and kind Feng'er again.

"Forget it, then forget it, but I don't know about Robin's planet. I only know that people here are not allowed to leave the planet. Except for voters, no one else can. It is said that there are many planets near us, and many lords are all a great prince. But I don't know what the prince is called, but it seems very powerful. If you want to go to Robin, then I can only say sorry to you. Although you may be a voter, it may be that you are disappointed now. And you don't seem to have no sign that voters often hang on your chest, so you can't leave here on a spaceship, and you can't go to Robin's planet." Feng'er said to Wuhui in front of him with a look of apology and helplessness.

"Is that true, then I will become a voter." Wuhui said confidently after hearing this. With Wuhui's cultivation, if he really wanted, the blood clan would probably give him a great prince, or even higher. After all, according to Wuhui's cultivation, he has this qualification. Of course, there is a premise that the blood clan dares to rob him of Li Baiyun, this treasure apprentice.

Therefore, in Wuhui's opinion, becoming a small voter is not a very difficult thing. Even without his own identity and ability, it can only take a few days to achieve it. After all, Wuhui's cultivation can be placed there.

"The voters are so big, are you dreaming, do you think voters are so easy to do?" Feng'er, who heard this, couldn't help but roll her eyes to Wuhui. Did this guy become an idiot when he was frustrated? Is voters so easy to do?
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