Counterfeit Hero

The nobility of Gazalin has already fallen; they lack basic morals and even the minimum level of humanity! These people, who hold power, have formed a formidable machine to torture and torment the weak for amusement! They have grown accustomed to deciding the life and death of others. That sense of superiority, of controlling the fate of the weak, has made them addicted, unable to extricate themselves!

Susan held Ann Lei’s shoulder: "Leilei, I like him! He is a hero!"

"Yes, any weak and ordinary person can become a hero! You’ll never imagine that this weakling, who stood up again from the ground, would bring you such a surprise! In any case, you have lost!" Susan looked up at the row of golden, sun-reflecting viewing glass at the top: "Are you shocked? I’m shocked too."

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"We won, we won!"

There was a commotion in the central control room as the guards bet on Fatty in their whispers, celebrating quietly!

Bonnie ignored the behavior of the guards; all her attention was focused on the Fatty she loathed intensely. The shock in her heart made her a bit dazed at this moment.

In Bonnie’s mind, aside from Reinhardt, no one in this world could catch her eye!

Whenever she was with those nobles, Bonnie felt very sad. These nobles, who only knew about indulging in debauchery day in and day out, couldn’t understand her thoughts, nor did any possess certain talents that she could admire! They were just living aimlessly and waiting to die! They will never understand the true meaning of living in this world!

And those civilians who received higher education, every day only thought about promotion and wealth. Every day they smoothed out their edges amidst flattery and turned themselves into worldly wise and smooth, then succeeded and turned into another batch of nobles, repeating the cycle.

As for this mechanic named Zhang Yuan, Bonnie had little regard for him. Not to mention that every time he saw her, it was with the look of a shy boy that made one want to beat him up; his daily behavior could only be described as sleazy. Especially when he peeked at women’s chests, it made one wish to gouge out the two-centimeter protruding eyeballs from his sockets and stuff them into his drooling imbecilic mouth, then snap off his claw-like stealthy hands and see if they could pry open his legs that were cross-twisting and rubbing non-stop!