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Mingying saw Mingsuke's reaction and quickly spoke.

"The people above want to pass a seventeen-hour workday... This is completely against the poor. I... oppose it. They are already miserable enough... So... Hey, it looks like we are going to become poor too... Can you take care of Mingying for me?"

Ming Suke sighed and pleaded, his legs were broken, even if he went to the slums in the future he would probably... not live long, if he continued to linger on, he would also drag down Mingying, so he asked Moyin to help take care of Mingying.

"...Don't worry, everything will be fine. I don't like capital either."

Moyin took out a regeneration potion from the system space and injected it into Mingsuk's leg.

"what is this?"

Mingsuke looked confused. Moyin, who had taken the syringe, did not answer his question but walked straight to the police officer sitting behind the counter.

"Tell me, who beat him like that?"

Moyin grabbed a man's neck from behind and lifted him into the air.

"How dare you cause trouble here?!"

The man sitting next to him immediately pulled out a gun and pointed it at Moyin's head, and then his wrist was broken by Moyin with one hand.

"I don't really like being pointed at with a gun. How about you? Do you want to protect your colleagues out of brotherhood, or do you want me to break your hands and interrogate you one by one?"

Moyin looked expressionlessly at the man who was being lifted into the air by her by the neck.

Chapter 9: UMP, the expert in courting death

"It's Jilayev, he took the money! I, I'll take you to him, don't hurt me."

When the man who was being strangled by Moyin saw that his companion's wrist was broken, he immediately begged for mercy in fear.

"You know the truth."

Moyin let go of his hand, and the other person immediately fell to the ground. Then, regardless of the pain, he immediately got up and took Moyin to the depths of the police station.

"Hiss, who is he?"

Ming Suke asked Ming Ying in amazement while enduring the itchy sensation of flesh growing on the wounds on his legs.

"I, I don't know either.. I was robbed of my bag on the street before, and he helped me stop the robber, and then... he killed the robber, but no one dared to investigate the matter."

Although Mingying was a little scared, her father had suffered such serious injuries here after all, so she felt happy to see Moyin do this.

Soon, Moyin was brought in front of a muscular man with a fierce look on his face.

"Are you Giraev?"

"Yes, what do you want to talk to me about?"

The sturdy man answered in a muffled voice.

"Come on, have a fight, this is your last chance."

Moyin waved to Jilayev.

"court death!"

Jilayev threw a jab at Moyin's head. Moyin slightly turned his head to avoid the casserole-sized fist, then leaped to Jilayev's back and gently cut his spinal cord. The right amount of force shattered Jilayev's spinal cord, and Jilayev's burly body fell to the ground and couldn't move.

"What did you do to me?"

Giraev asked unhappily as he fell to the ground, feeling himself losing consciousness.

"No, it just destroyed your spinal cord. You will be in a state of high paraplegia from now on. From now on, you will sit in a wheelchair and enjoy the rest of your life as a disabled person."

"If you come out to fool around, you will always have to pay back."

After Moyin finished speaking, he took the black bride's hand and walked outside.

"You bastard! I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill you! Don't leave! You bastard?!"

Giraev's voice was out of tune because of fear. High-level paraplegia? That's really scary.

"Come on, I'm waiting for you to kill me if you can."

Turning around and throwing a last provocative word to Jilayev, Moyin returned to the hall. At this time, Minsuk's calf had healed with the regeneration potion.

"This, this is simply amazing... What on earth happened?"

Mingsuke was incoherent after seeing Moyin. He had thought that he would be disabled for the rest of his life, but he didn't expect that he would heal so quickly?

"Okay, let's go, or do you want to stay here?"

"Go, go, go... I don't want to stay here."

Mingsuke quickly stood up and caught up with Moyin with Mingying.

"Use this money to find a place to settle down and take a break. When I need you in the future, you can help me with something."

Moyin took out a box of banknotes and handed it to Minsuk.

"I can't accept this money. You've been kind to me, and I'll never forget it, but I can't do anything that goes against my moral principles and bottom line."

Minsuk pushed the box back.

"Ha... being too old-fashioned will make your life very difficult. Your Mingying said that she has been taken away by someone else. Even if you don't care, she still needs a home."

Moyin was somewhat speechless. This guy... was too...

"I can live with you! Take me home, take me home~"

After her father was fine, Mingying playfully pestered Moyin again.

"You live with me. Do you think your father lives in a tin house in the slums?"

Moyin rolled his eyes.

"Well, that's not good either. You should give it to me."

Mingying pulled the suitcase that Moyin took out.

"I can't accept it..."

Mingsuke was still very unwilling.

"What I want you to do in the future is to make the poor in this city have a better life. A clean guy like you can manage them well, right? This doesn't violate your bottom line, right?"

"...If it's for this! I will complete it even if I have to sacrifice my life!"

Minsuk said excitedly.

"What's the point of completing a task if you're already alive... You can only get things done if you're alive and well."

"This, this... is talking about..."

"I'll come back to find you when the time is right. Here's my phone number. Ask Mingying to send the names of your opponents tomorrow. I'll take care of it. Now I'm leaving."

Moyin wrote down his cell phone number on a piece of paper and handed it to Mingying, then turned around and took the black bride's hand and left.

"Hey! Are you a lolita control? Do you think I'm too old and that's why you don't want me?"

Mingying's shout from behind almost made Moyin stumble and fall.

"No."

Moyin took the black bride's little hand and disappeared from the sight of Mingying and her daughter in just a few steps.

"Where did he get this box from?"

Ming Suke looked at the suitcase in Ming Ying's hand, somewhat puzzled.

"I don't know either, but he's a very capable person. Dad, you haven't eaten for a day, let's go find a place to eat something."

Mingying dragged Mingsuke away.

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"She likes you, why didn't you bring her back?"

The Black Bride asked in confusion.

"Ha... She's a normal girl, and her view on love should be normal. There are nearly a thousand people in my family, not counting DOLLS. If you count... well, including the initiators, that's more than 700,000. She will be in pain sooner or later when she finds out the truth."

"...More than 700,000...You are amazing..."

"……Have you had enough fun? Let's go home."

"Carry me~"

"Are you so weak?"

"No, I just want you to carry me on your back. Carry me on your back. Otherwise I will cry, and cry as loud as a dragon's roar! Wake up everyone around us!"

The black bride started to act coquettishly and unreasonably.

"Ha... Okay, okay, I really don't know why I picked up a little ancestor like you."

Moyin speechlessly carried the black bride on his back.

"Hey, I can help you fight. As long as you want me to kill someone, I will help you kill that person!"

"Well... that's not a bad deal."

"Of course it's not a loss!"

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The next morning, Moyin sent Wow and Vector back to the Girls' Frontline world. This time, the three sisters of UMP45 took over.

"Ah~ Commander, you really have found a lot of cute girls here again. I think WA2000 and Vector can't squeeze you dry. I have Sister 45 and Sister 40! Don't even think about getting horny with other girls anymore!"

UMP9 hugged Moyin's neck and spoke intimately.

"⑨, have you forgotten that my physique cannot be drained?"

Moyin complained.

"Then I'll keep squeezing!"

"Who was the one that got fucked by meow before?"

"Of course it's Sister 45!"

Before UMP9 could finish her words, she was hit on the head by UMP45's iron fist.

"⑨, is that okay? Are you kidding me?"