Wilson suppressed the steel wings that were about to move, then pushed away the stick and glared at the young people surrounding him.

He somewhat understood that these young people were not like he thought before, they just had some 'personality'.

They have already upgraded their 'personality' and evolved into a new existence, the dregs of society, a disgusting existence that is always despised by others.

In the future, they will be severely beaten by society, but now, they are very threatening to ordinary people.

"I know what you want to do. Leave as soon as possible, otherwise you will be the one who suffers." Wilson persuaded him earnestly. It would be best if there could be no conflict.

"If you understand, just give us some pocket money to spend. It's dark here and there's no one around. No one will notice what we do to you here, so you'd better be wiser."

Seeing that Wilson was showing signs of giving in, the rainbow-headed young man continued to threaten him.

"I told you, get out of here!"

Wilson yelled directly. He was already a grumpy person, and the encounters in the past two days made him almost collapse. According to his past temper, he would have started fighting with these people, but he could not do it.

Rainbow Head was startled. Wilson had always been in a high position before, so he shouted angrily, which was quite impressive.

But he quickly realized what he was doing. He was so depressed that he spent the night in the underground passage. He was still a hunchback. What was this black uncle pretending to be?

He picked up the stick and hit Uncle Hei on the head, and all his younger brothers came over and punched and kicked Wilson.

Wilson had not lived a normal life for several days and was exhausted. In addition, he had to suppress the steel wings, so he was stepped on and beaten severely by these young people.

There are only dimly lit underground passages, and violent acts that few people experience but do happen every day are taking place.

After enduring the beating, Wilson curled up and muttered in a low voice.

"Don't move, be quiet, don't move, they don't deserve to die, they don't deserve to die..."

Behind his back, the metal wings trembled slightly, trying to spread out and cut the fragile flesh-and-blood creatures around him into pieces.

But Wilson leaned against the wall and tried his best to hold it back and prevent it from exploding. He felt that he just had to endure it and wait for them to leave.

In the past few days, he has been able to reach a certain agreement with the steel wings, so he can barely control the metal wings.

What he didn't see was that there was a faint flash of black energy in the eyes of these young men. They would not stop until Wilson was beaten to death.

After a few beatings, the rainbow-headed young man became a little tired and quit the beating team, lit a cigarette and admired this cruel scene.

"What are you enduring? Do you think those dregs of society are worth enduring such pain and humiliation?" A frivolous voice appeared in Wilson's ears.

"Who are you?" Wilson struggled to spit out a few words between fists and kicks.

"It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is who you are.

You have powers that these mortals do not possess. You should be a human being, a completely different existence from these mortal creatures.

Why do you have to endure the humiliation that you shouldn't have to endure in this dirty place? Follow your true thoughts and show your original attitude!"

Along with the very seductive words, the same black energy also appeared in Wilson's eyes, and his expression became visibly fierce.

Whoosh!

A pair of huge and shiny metal wings spread out gleamingly behind Wilson, shining like angel wings in the dim light.

The wings flashed several times quickly, and the bodies of the young people closest to Wilson were separated immediately, and their blood was splashed all over the floor...

Wilson stood up, and the metal wings behind him became clear. Each wing was composed of twenty steel feathers of different sizes. These feathers were sharper than steel knives, and there were rivets and chains between the feathers.

There is no transmission device on it, but the wings are extremely flexible, even more flexible than real bird wings.

"What you say actually makes no sense. I am not nobler than others. I should be patient..."

Wilson wiped the blood from his face, and the blackness in his eyes disappeared.

"But I really don't want to endure it anymore!"

Several young men who attacked Wilson were dead and dismembered, but the boy with the rainbow head escaped. His mouth grew wider and the cigarette in his mouth fell to the ground.

"Monster! You are a monster!"

The rainbow-headed young man's expression collapsed. He howled miserably and turned around, running away, hoping to escape.

He ran nearly ten meters, turned around and saw that Wilson was not chasing him, and felt happy. It would be difficult for him to catch up at this distance.

But immediately, he retracted this idea. He saw Wilson's left wing suddenly and strangely elongated, and twenty steel feathers extended to form a long knife chain connected by chains. The long knife chain flashed and directly cut

The boy with the rainbow head got a tattoo that made his heart feel cold.

Bang bang bang.

A man wearing a red vest and black and white paint on his face walked out of the shadows while clapping his hands.

"It's really exciting. It's a fighting ability. I'm quite envious of this ability."

"Were you the one who spoke in my head just now?" Wilson said solemnly to the man.

"Yes, it's me." The man agreed with a smile.

"What is your purpose?" Wilson asked cautiously.

"You can call me Mr. J. It's such a waste for talents like you to get moldy in a place like this. Superpowers are the masters of the world and should enjoy higher power. I hope you can join our organization."

Mr. J said with a smile.

"You're not a cultist, are you?" Wilson said suddenly.

"Of course not, we don't worship evil gods." Mr. J said with a smile. Because of the paint on his face, he looked like he was smiling even though his face was expressionless.

"Forget it, no matter what you do, I will go with you. I can't look back." Wilson shook the wings behind his back twice, shaking off the blood on them, and said with a slight melancholy.

…

Wen Wen stood in front of a pile of scattered corpses, his slender eyes glowing dangerously.

This is the underground passage where Wilson went on a killing spree just now!

The marks on these people's wounds were exactly the same as the marks on the cuts in Wilson's study, so it was obvious who had done it.

"Huh... It's still too late. Including the underground clinic and here, he has killed at least ten people. If this continues, I don't know how many more people will die. We can't delay it any longer."

After coming out of the underground clinic, Wen Wen followed Wilson's footsteps and searched all the way. As long as he left traces somewhere, Wen Wen could use these traces to discover Wilson's whereabouts.

If Mrs. Wilson hadn't found Wen Wen immediately, he would have found Wilson long ago and could have stopped these two killings.

"Be prepared to take action. The target may no longer be able to negotiate normally, but..."

Wen Wen closed his eyes and carefully identified the smell in the air. Wilson must have left not long ago.

What smell are vampires most sensitive to?
Chapter completed!