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

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The lower level is doomed!

The next second, she saw the corpse move. The mob struggled, shaking off the dirt and stones covering them, and stood up.

So... that guy didn't kill anyone!

Hill thought to himself: That man just used the aftershocks of the explosion to scatter everyone.

What kind of abnormal control is this?

What kind of sentiment is it that allows one to spare the life of an offender when one's strength is overwhelming?

This man is something else!

But the mob in the center of the battlefield thought differently.

They had barely stood up when, not daring to look at Spa, they picked up their shovels and turned to run.

In an instant, people were like sheep encountering hungry wolves, scattering and trampling each other.

For a time, none of the rioters were able to escape.

Pfft!

Some people knelt down directly in front of Spa.

"Gods! We just want an explanation, please spare us! I will burn incense for you every day, three sticks each morning and evening!"

"..."

Spall squinted, unsure of what to say.

Thump! Thump thump thump...

The mob knelt down one by one, their buttocks sticking up high, bending over and kowtowing, their heads hitting the ground with a loud thud.

Spah felt increasingly nauseous at their appearance.

Spa had encountered similar natives when he worked at the company.

At that time, his choice was to line them up and shoot them one by one, leaving no survivors.

And now

Spah conjured an Ether keyboard, pressed his fingers, and soon a banner fell down with a "whoosh".

The banner bore a series of large characters:

Giving up on oneself is the excuse of the weak, while the strong never bow to fate. May everyone cast off their apathy and only strive upwards!

Spall glanced at the banner and stomped his foot. Instantly, the ground trembled and scattered gravel with a crash.

Spah conjured a megaphone and shouted:

"Good heavens! You're incompetent, so you take it out on others! Do you know what that's called? That's called a maggot!"

"Why did you attack Pella? It's because she's small and looks easy to bully. Not because she's a Silvermane Iron Guard!"

"What an adorable thing! If you hate the Upper District, then attack the Upper District! If you hate Eternal Winter, then melt the ice and snow!"

"Bullying the weak?! In the past, I would have shot you all dead long ago!"

After saying that, Spah breathed heavily.

Everyone was terrified and no one dared to speak.

Including Pera.

There were clearly over a hundred people present, but the atmosphere was as if the place were dead.

"..."

Only then did Spa realize that he was acting impulsively. He scratched his head, turned around, and left.

Snapped!

pat!pat!

Just then, a round of applause rang out.

Chapter 78 Natasha's Protective Light

Hearing the applause, Spa was not surprised at all.

"Finally showing up? I thought you were going to be watching from the sidelines forever, you local bullies from the lower levels."

Spah turned around and looked at Hill.

“Sir, you are very powerful. If I were to reveal myself rashly, it might cause unnecessary misunderstandings!”

Hill curled her lips into a smile, but her hand gripped the scythe tightly.

Spall glanced at Hill's palm, but didn't care. He simply shifted his gaze to sense the girl's destiny.

He sensed a breath of life, like a butterfly flitting across a snowfield, giving birth to boundless vitality amidst despair.

This guy... is really strong!

Even if he went to the Immortal Ship, he would still be qualified to become a high-ranking military officer.

It seems that Yallo VI is not an ordinary remote planet.

However, even sensing Hill's intensity, Spall remained unfazed, yawning and saying:

"Beautiful local bigwig, I wonder what brings you here? I'm quite interested in taking a look around your territory."

Spah curled his lips into a smile, revealing his snow-white teeth.

“I’m not called Miss Local Bully, I’m called Hill! Besides, we’re not a criminal gang, so where would we get a base?”

Hill gripped the scythe tightly, not daring to let his guard down for a moment.

She paused for a moment, then said, "However, Dr. Natasha wants you to meet at the clinic. I can show you the way."

"Huh? The old witch wants to see him?"

"Hook suddenly shouted."

But the next second, she realized she had said the wrong thing and quickly covered her mouth.

"You...you didn't hear anything, didn't see anything...Waaaaah...Waaaah..."

Hook blinked, his big, watery eyes staring straight at Hill, like a frightened puppy.

Hill blushed slightly and turned her head away.

When Spa saw Hook's expression, his heart softened, and he reached out and patted her head.

"woo"

Hook buried his face in Spa's chest and rubbed against it repeatedly.

Spall didn't resist, and he ruffled the girl's hair with his palms, scratching it into a messy shape, and then gently smoothing it out.

Hill stood there dumbfounded.

Unexpectedly, this fierce-looking man was so gentle with the child... He's actually a good person, isn't he?

Hill thought to himself and released the scythe.

Spall, however, had no idea what Hill was thinking; he was simply interested in Natasha.

The sister that Wach mentioned... must be Natasha, right?

She could make her younger brother feel ashamed of himself. And she could teach Hook such principles… she was truly an extraordinary woman.

Spall turned his head and looked directly at Hill:

“I am delighted by Ms. Natasha’s invitation. I am willing to visit your clinic.”

Spall bowed like a gentleman. The gesture startled Hill, the delinquent, who took several steps back.

……

Before long, the group arrived outside the clinic.

The clinic is located in the center of Pan Rock Town. The area around the clinic is crisscrossed with rusty pipes, and a mineral odor permeates the air.

Spall walked up to the clinic. At first glance, the clinic seemed unremarkable, with gray brick walls.

However, he had a strange feeling.

Spah sensed a surge of protective energy surrounding the clinic. The intensity of this energy was comparable to that of Bill Point.

Natasha... she really is extraordinary!

Spall thought to himself.

Cough!

Cough, cough, cough...

Coughing sounds rang out repeatedly.

Spah knew a little about medicine, and he felt that the coughing was rapid and weak, which was quite bad.

Judging from their voices... these patients, although they don't have any serious illnesses, are in poor health and won't live much longer.

Ugh!

Spah was very empathetic and only felt a slight pang in his heart.

clatter! clatter! clatter!

After a brief knock, the four of them stepped inside.

Spah saw that the clinic was dimly lit, with only two warm orange lights hanging from the gray-white ceiling.

The room was simply furnished. There was only a medicine cabinet and a few hospital beds, all occupied by patients.

Cough cough! Cough cough cough cough...

The patients were still coughing, their faces were sallow, and although they had muscles, they showed no signs of strength.

Strangely, Spah could sense a trace of protective energy emanating from the patients.

These energies are very weak, and like satellites, they are drawn together by a stronger energy source.

Spah shifted his gaze toward the ball of energy, but his view was blocked by a blue curtain.

The curtain was gently pulled open, and a woman stepped out.

The woman wore a blue ponytail with the ends hanging down naturally.

She was dressed in pure white on her upper body, but her lower body was strangely dressed in fitted trousers and long boots, presumably for the necessities of life in the lower class.

It seems she must be Natasha.

Spare thought to himself, then saw the woman smile and wave at him, her demeanor gentle and composed.

In an instant, Spah felt his heart be cleansed.

"Old witch... Sister Natasha!"

Hook shouted excitedly, but then realized he had said the wrong thing and hurriedly corrected himself, only to be met with a glare from Natasha.

In an instant, Hook trembled all over.

The once lively girl was now too afraid to speak, standing there like a wooden stake.

Natasha ignored Hook and continued walking toward Spa.

Hill automatically made way for him.

This woman is extraordinary.

Spall thought to himself, and before Natasha could speak, he extended his hand and said with a smile:

"I suppose you must be Ms. Natasha. You look much younger and more beautiful than I imagined."

What do you imagine me to look like?

Natasha chuckled softly.

Spall didn't answer immediately, but chuckled, snapped his fingers, and then continued:

"In my hometown, there is a comic book whose story is based on a real historical period. In the story, there is a female doctor who is also the leader of an underground organization."

When she appeared, her temples were gray, she had lost half her teeth, but her body was muscular, making her look like a towering mountain.