Who calls them weak and poor?

In this jungle world, the weak do not deserve to survive.

The poor are especially unworthy!

In Yi Zibin's view, this is a matter of course.

It’s even more scientific!

The weak eat the strong, natural selection!

A biological population will become a defective product if the weak ones cannot be eliminated in time.

Then, this species will have no future!

This is how our ancestors came here.

In the cruel elimination, those who were not strong enough, not smart enough, and not rich enough were all eliminated.

Those left behind are all the strongest, smartest, and richest people and their descendants.

Generation after generation, and so on.

It’s what created today’s modern civilization!

It’s ridiculous that those old stubborns in China are so stubborn!

They cannot clearly see the general trend of history, nor can they understand the tide of society.

It has been more than 20 years since the era of demons and ghosts, and they are still clinging to their incompleteness!

They don't know that after being screened round after round by demons and ghosts in overseas countries, the population has been optimized and there are more and more martial arts masters.

At that time, the martial arts masters within the country will be far inferior to those outside the country.

And martial arts masters have great advantages over ordinary people.

By then it will be too late for those old stubborns to cry!

Thinking of this, Yi Zibin couldn't help but complain: "I really don't understand those old stubborns... what can those old, weak, sick and disabled have to protect..."

"After death, the problem of aging will disappear, and society will become healthier. Given the size of the domestic population, martial arts masters will only keep increasing!"

But he doesn't care at all, and he doesn't care. Over the years, his former home country has maintained a trade surplus that continues to set new records!

It's not that he doesn't know.

Simply because he is a martial artist.

He only pursues power and his own interests.

Ding!

The elevator door opened, and Yi Zibin raised his head and saw two strong white men in suits and sunglasses.

"Yi Zibin?" The two strong men glanced at him. Yi Zibin was stunned for a moment. At this moment, two casserole-sized fists came towards him, one on the left and the other on the right, carrying strong winds.

boom!

Yi Zibin was caught off guard and was knocked straight away, and his body hit the tiles of the elevator on the other side.

The entire tile wall was smashed with a large human-shaped mark.

Yi Zibin spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Martial arts master...A level, there are still two...damn it!"

But he had no time to think too much.

The two strong men had already stepped out of the elevator. Their blood was boiling and their size had more than doubled in an instant. They were like two roaring brown bears, rushing toward Yi Zibin.

"Wait!" Yi Zibin immediately stood up from the ground like a carp, his blood and energy were stirring, and the power of an A-level martial artist made his skin harden piece by piece.

This is an iron shirt!

The iron cloth shirt of an A-level martial artist is difficult to penetrate even with machine gun bullets.

"Who are you?" He asked in bird language: "Why are you attacking me?"

"I'm a glutton!"

However, the two strong men silently pressed forward from left to right.

Qi and blood boiled in their bodies.

"die!" they whispered.

Four fists had already hit Yi Zibin's body like a violent storm.

The two A-level martial artists burst out with all their strength, and Yi Zibin could only parry.

His iron cloth shirt was quickly broken.

boom!

By accident, he was caught by one of the strong men. Two big hands like iron pliers lifted him high and then smashed him against the hard ground.

Once, twice, three times...

Yi Zibin is also an A-level martial artist. He can release his energy and blood. His iron cloth shirt has been trained to the point of invulnerability. His organs and bones are as tough as steel.

But he was also hit so hard that he was dizzy, his energy and blood were drained, and his bones were broken.

"Spare...spare...spare my life!" He quickly begged for mercy loudly: "Spare my life!"

The strong man holding him up and smashing him stopped.

Just when Yi Zibin showed a flattering smile and wanted to discuss terms with the other party.

Another strong man had already walked up to Yi Zibin. He was holding a special large-caliber pistol in his hand. The bullet was loaded and the muzzle was pointed at his forehead.

"WHY?" Yi Zibin didn't understand.

At this time, a mark on the opponent's gun made him wake up.

That's a white lotus!

“Purdue Private Security!”

"You're from Purdue Private Security!"

The strong man showed a smile.

The muzzle of the gun was placed on Yi Zibin's forehead: "Purify security and save all sentient beings!"

This is said in official language.

boom!

The gun went off!

Depleted uranium armor-piercing bullets specially tailored for martial arts masters were fired.

At such a close range, even if Yi Zibin's forehead was harder than diamond, it would be of no avail.

Because this 12.7 mm depleted uranium armor-piercing projectile can penetrate 100 mm of homogeneous steel armor at such a distance.

Yi Zibin fell to the ground.

Staring up at the ceiling with blank eyes, the martial arts master's strong energy and blood spurted out from the blood vessels in his forehead, splashing everywhere in the elevator room.

The two strong men looked at each other, then took out their handkerchiefs and wiped them, then pressed the elevator button and walked out calmly.

Today, more than twenty years have passed since the era of demons and ghosts.

Don’t expect the police to interfere in the fights between martial arts masters.

Police are human beings too, and they are also afraid of death!

Especially a small country like Siam has completely settled down on the vendetta against martial artists.

As long as they don't hit the city center, they will hit everyone indiscriminately.

It's just a mutual vendetta like this.

The Siamese authorities don't want to take care of it, and they can't.

Even if a passerby calls the police, the police will only rush to the scene after they are sure that the matter is over.

However, Yi Zibin did not die.

This is a terrifying place for martial artists!

Someone once had his heart broken and still lived for several hours.

But he knew that he was dead.

In the last few minutes of his life, he recalled the conversation he had when he was being reprimanded by the Public Security Bureau.

"Natural selection, survival of the fittest……"

"You force you to be free?"

"So I'm stronger than you, can I just kill you?"
To be continued...