After being fired from the diamond squid, I became a sea patrol ranger.

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According to Lingbao, Spa is the hope of our planet. Am I really going to extinguish that hope with my own hands?

Pera's face was ashen. His feet creaked as they stomped across the dark ground, his body sinking into the darkness.

Not long after, she saw Spah leaning against the windowsill, turn around, and walk towards her.

Don't hesitate! Pera!

You are a soldier, you must obey orders!

Life and death? Considering right and wrong?

Is this important?

With that thought in mind, Pera grabbed the gun, aimed it at Spa's heart, and put his finger on the trigger.

Spall was taken aback by Pera's actions, but quickly recovered, sneered, and said:

"It seems that the important figures on your planet don't trust us outsiders at all. That's really undignified."

After speaking, Spah's smile vanished, and a glint of light flashed in his eyes, as if he were staring at a demon.

Back when I worked at the company, there were too many people from primitive planets who didn't understand what decency meant.

However, since they don't understand manners, I'll use the company's "security" principles to teach them what manners are!

Spall pulled out his charge gun and aimed it at Pera.

In an instant, Pera trembled all over, feeling as if she were being watched by a ferocious beast. In just half a second, she would be dead.

I think I made the wrong decision!

Pera pulled the trigger.

pat!

An unusual noise came from the window.

The two stopped their standoff and looked out the window. Spall saw that a clod of mud had been used to seal the windowpane.

Huh? what's the situation?

Spare was suspicious. He gripped his pistol tightly, leaned close to the window, and stared down at the building below.

He saw that the area outside the hotel was densely packed with people.

They carried shovels and wore brown or dark blue cloth clothes covered with patches.

The people looked pale and sickly, but their spirits were incredibly high.

They raised their fists and shouted, their voices crashing into the upper floors of the hotel like a tsunami.

Could it be a national riot?

Spare pondered this, but then noticed that the crowd was throwing stones again, smashing them all against the glass.

"Silvermane Iron Guards! Get down here!"

"I'm appealing! Cocolia, that woman, deserves an explanation from the lower district!"

"Stop sealing off the lower level area!"

"Tie up the Iron Guard! Burn him at the stake! Burn him at the stake!"

"..."

People were excited, but their opinions were divided. Even so, Spah managed to extract the key information:

The people in the lower boroughs knew that Pella had come, so they seized the opportunity to vent their discontent.

Unexpectedly, the Silvermane Iron Guards are so hated here.

But here's the question: who leaked the information? Or rather, who stirred up the emotions?

The problem wasn't that complicated, and Spa quickly found the answer.

He turned his head and looked at Sangbo not far away, and saw that Sangbo's lips were upturned and he had a smile on his face.

"It seems that you had already spread the word in the lower districts before you came looking for us," Spa said coldly as he leaned closer to Sambo.

"How could I, Sangbo, with my kind and honest nature, do such a thing?"

Snapped!

Spa slapped him, leaving a blood-red handprint.

"Reorganize your language, don't lie."

"Oh, Spa, you're really clever. But I really didn't have any bad intentions."

Sambo spat out a mouthful of blood and turned to look at Pella.

Spa saw a fervor in Sambo's eyes, but behind it, he also glimpsed a seriousness that did not belong to joy.

What does he want to do?

Spare pondered this, when he heard curses coming from downstairs. Suddenly, he felt a sense of clarity.

Sambo wanted to show Pella the full extent of the resentment emanating from the lower classes.

He wanted Pera to see clearly the situation in the lower districts!

Let her figure out whether that important figure in Cripperburg is truly trustworthy.

Spa moved his head to look at Pera and found that the girl was pursing her lips, her brows furrowed into a frown, looking very troubled.

Spa sighed softly, walked up to Pera, wanted to say something, but said nothing.

forget it

If Belloberg cannot rely on himself to face reality.

So even if I have extraordinary abilities and can protect them for a while, I can't protect them forever.

[Storage] is not a saint, and [Hunting] is even less so!

click!

A crack appeared in the window.

Stones rained down on us, one after another.

Spa looked down and saw the crowd swarming towards the hotel entrance like locusts.

Shortly after, a loud crash was heard as the hotel's wooden door shattered, and the mob surged in.

Without pausing for a moment, they picked up their shovels, climbed the stairs, and went straight to the floor where Spa was.

court death!

Anger flashed in Spa's eyes, and with a wave of his hand, he summoned a golden baseball bat.

He raised the stick and rushed downstairs.

A soft little hand landed on his stick.

Chapter 75 The Golden-Haired Lolita Makes a Grand Appearance!

"No! Don't do it!"

Pera gripped the stick tightly, shaking his head repeatedly.

Spa stared at Pera, his pupils cold as ice, making the girl tremble and get goosebumps.

She knew that if Spah wanted to kill someone, there was no way she could stop him.

Even so!

Pera clenched his fists and stared firmly into Spa's eyes:

"Although I just pointed a gun at you, I have no right to beg you for anything. But downstairs are all the people of Belloberg. You can do whatever you want to me, but please don't hurt them!"

"Ah"

Spall snorted coldly, still carrying the baseball bat:

"Miss Iron Guard, the rioters downstairs are specifically targeting you by name. And yet, you're speaking up for them."

"I am a Silvermane Iron Guard, protecting the people is my top priority!"

Pera stared at Spa, his eyes unblinking.

"Ridiculous! Utterly ridiculous!"

Spall walked up to Pera, tapped his bat on Pera's shoulder, lowered his voice, and said coldly:

"Don't forget, it is you, the upper district, and your Kripper Castle who are causing the suffering in the lower districts!"

"Ah I……"

Pera pursed her lips, unable to answer.

She thought to herself: Spah is right, the problems in the lower districts are precisely caused by the decisions made by the upper districts. But...

Lady Cocolia was also thinking of Beloberg's best interests.

There must be a deeper meaning behind it.

No! wrong!

Pera looked at Spa, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that what the other man said hit the nail on the head and was not wrong at all.

Could it be?

Lady Cocolia, is there really a problem?

Pera felt like her head was about to explode.

She shifted her gaze and saw Spa carrying a baseball bat, heading towards the stairwell; her heart sank.

Please accept my condolences, people downstairs!

"Hurry! Don't stand there! Come with me upstairs, those rioters are about to storm up!"

Spah shouted, and before Pera could react, he grabbed her delicate hand and dragged her up the stairs.

Do do! Do do do...

The two climbed two floors, their feet swaying and rustling, shaking off layers of wood chips.

The mob climbed the stairs, only to be drenched in sawdust. The sawdust, which had a bitter taste, was poured into the mob's mouths.

"Aw! Aww!"

With bloodshot eyes, the mob brandished shovels, grabbed the steps, and charged at Spa and his companion.

Spall remained calm, waved his arm, and a set of tables and chairs flew over, blocking the stairs.

Bang!

Spare hid behind the tables and chairs, straining his ears to hear the mob swinging shovels and banging on the tables and chairs.

when! when! when! when! when!

The shovel pounded harder and harder, but the table and chairs remained as immovable as an immovable king, not budgeing an inch no matter how hard they were struck.

It simply flashed with golden light, transforming into a shield.

very good!

The main exit is blocked; the next step is to find another exit.

Spare pondered for a moment, then pulled Pera to the window. Looking down, they saw a dense crowd of rioters thronging the ground below.

As soon as Spa peeked out, the stones and mud flew up like bullets, crackling and popping.

He even saw the enemy pull out a rocket launcher, aim it directly at the window sill, and pull the trigger with their fingertips.

boom!

The rocket launcher exploded, sending fragments flying towards the window with a clang, only to bounce back after hitting the golden light shield.

But the mob did not give up; they picked up Molotov cocktails, threw them high into the air, and smashed them against the windowpanes.

Wow!

The orange flames spread, illuminating the dark view outside the window.

Spall caught a glimpse of the mob's ferocious faces through the layers of firelight, sighed inwardly, and pushed open the window.