What does despair feel like?

Rolf felt that he knew the answer to this question.

The throat joint was crushed hard by the female bartender from the fraternity (he didn't know Yara's name yet), and the tearing pain was as severe as five minutes ago.

And after that, he seemed to be suffering from that kind of pain every moment.

Blood pours from the throat into the lungs.

Severe pain travels from the throat to the brain.

Even the respiratory tract was blocked.

Unable to speak.

can not breath.

Unable to move.

He was like a severely injured and dying wild dog, randomly abandoned on the street of Hongfang.

Whether he died of pain, suffocation, or choking, his life was not long.

Only the desire to survive, driven by his childhood experience of wandering in the Camas Alliance, pushed him to survive.

He, the superpower who controls the wind, uses his superpower again and again, like squeezing a sponge, squeezing the air full of dust, blood foam and filth from his split throat one after another.

into your lungs.

Then he squeezed out his breath from another wound on his neck.

call.

suck.

call.

suck.

Every "breath" was accompanied by inhumanly severe pain, and it was like going back and forth between prison and the human world.

He is probably the first person to use supernatural powers to survive - Rolf thought sadly.

Rolf felt like a wild dog that scavenged for garbage in the gutter to make a living.

The female bartender left.

The green guy is gone.

Several teams of thugs passed by his badly wounded and dying body.

One of the spies turned him over and tested his mouth and nose.

A shocking explosion reached his ears.

Rolf didn't care.

He just instinctively, breath after breath, used his supernatural power to "breathe" in severe pain.

Until dawn.

Until Numenor, who retreated in panic, picked up his "body".

Númenor, that country hunter, was recognized as a coward among the Twelve Strong - Rolf had never looked down on him. He ridiculed, humiliated, and bullied him in the gang, and it was even more of a spare time entertainment for the Ghost of the Wind.

The most ironic thing is that it was the coward he despised who "collected the corpse" for him at the last moment.

Rolf was woken up by severe pain in his legs.

His hands were tightly tied and he opened his eyes in the morgue of the police hall.

Then I saw Nekra.

The leader of the eight cadres of the Blood Bottle Gang (unknown to him, he had already lost five in Red Square Street), "Red Viper" Nekra.

But Nekra just stared at him with a complicated expression, shaking his head in disgust and ferocity.

"You are one of the few survivors from the Blood Bottle Gang." Red Viper said quietly.

Rolf struggled to make a sound, enduring the severe pain in his throat, but could only make a meaningless "ho ho" sound.

Severe pain in the knee strikes!

Below the knees, there was no feeling.

"Look at you, Rolf, the strongest among the twelve strongest, the only super master."

"That outstanding, arrogant, arrogant, and promising person - the ghost in the wind, Rolf."

"Proudly and proudly recommended by Lady Catherine to the Air Magician, a young man with unlimited glory."

Red Viper patted his face gently, time and time again, with complex and disgust in his eyes as he said sarcastically:

"Now he is lying here like a corpse, unable to speak, breathe, move or eat."

"Why are you still alive?"

Red Viper's eyebrows twisted up, and his face became ugly and crazy.

"Why did you survive, and not Kes, Song, Spin or Dorno? Why did you and Kathleen's people survive, but not my people?"

Rolf opened his eyes wide and struggled angrily and painfully, but the double severe pain and disability prevented him from moving.

The red viper restrained his anger and started laughing, very cheerful, happy and sickly.

"The Blood Bottle Gang has suffered heavy losses, and my power has also suffered a lot," he said softly. "If all the people are in place, maybe Kathleen can step on me and get the upper hand, but I don't know."

But Nekra's expression became ferocious.

"But how can a Suifeng ghost who can't speak, has no legs, and is seriously injured and dying, be able to serve her?"

"So," Nekra said, reaching out his hand, pinching Rolf's knee with a distorted face, and the flames burned the wound to stop the bleeding!

"You might as well die in battle and disappear!"

"Wuwu——" Rolf closed his eyes tightly in the severe pain, struggling with his body that was unable to move due to serious injuries, not to break free, but to alleviate the severe pain in his knees.

The wind power he relied on to "breathe" was almost interrupted!

"I'm in a bad mood today. I'm sorting things out and running into obstacles everywhere," Nekra sighed and continued: "But I'm very happy to have solved you and eliminated a genius that Kathleen is optimistic about."

Seeing the anger, pain and rage in Rolf's eyes, Nekra showed apology and helplessness and smiled:

"There's no way. 'They' specified a super master, and they also emphasized that the wrist should be left to collect blood. Otherwise, what I want to chop off is your hand instead of your leg."

He finally patted Rolf's face and whispered in his ear: "I wish you a happy life with the vampires."

Nekra walked away, and two thugs from the Blood Bottle Gang came up. One of them picked up a three-inch-long copper needle with a tube, and the other grabbed Rolf's weak wrist.

At that moment, Rolf deeply felt despair.

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Thales looked at Rolf blankly.

He had the urge to ask him what happened to Yara and what was the outcome of their battle? Did Yara escape? Why did Rolf become like this? Isn't he a member of the Blood Bottle Gang?

But Thales hesitated.

Because he saw Rolf at this moment.

I saw this legless man whose eyes were distracted and could only express his emotions through meaningless shouts. His eyes were filled with despair, pain, regret and sadness.

He still remembered Rolf from last night.

Frivolous, confident, arrogant, and extraordinary.

Coming and going freely in the endless wind, leaving behind his signature laughter.

And now?

"Huhu-wu-" Rolf began to close his eyes again and groaned in pain.

The casual, venomous, and careless spirit of the past is no longer the same.

His lips were blue, black, and dry, and he was obviously severely dehydrated, but Thales couldn't find water, and he wasn't sure whether Rolf could still swallow given his condition.

Thales didn't even know how he breathed.

The time-traveler just sat there blankly, looking at Rolf who was suffering and struggling.

The second year after he traveled back in time, a female beggar had her legs broken by Quaid. The poor girl wailed for a whole night before she died.

Thales was still ignorant at that time and could only recover a few memories. He was horrified and afraid of the horror of reality, so he could only hide in the hole in the wall and tremble.

So, in his sleep, he vaguely listened to the girl wailing all night.

Like now, it seems.

Later, he wondered why he didn't have more courage to end the girl's pain.

Thales felt heavy in his heart when he saw Rolf's disfigured appearance.

No matter how great the crime, no one deserves to be tortured like this - he said to himself.
To be continued...