Glover snorted angrily.

"At least, you can prevent other people from killing people," the zombie stared straight ahead:

"That's life-saving."

Cohen smiled bitterly and did not answer.

"No," the person who spoke was Thales, which made Glover's desire to refute fade away: "Trust me, zombie."

"that is not."

Thales shook his head:

"Stop killing and save lives, they look alike."

Thales said quietly:

"There are also many people who say that as long as you kill the murderer before he kills him, it will be equivalent to saving the person who will be killed by him, and the problem will be solved."

"But trust me, Karen."

"Those are two different things."

"There is still a long way between the two."

Glover did not answer, but was deep in thought.

At this moment, Leyock's sneer came.

"Don't waste your kindness, young gentlemen,"

"No one in this world deserves or expects your salvation."

The brotherhood killer raised his hand and reached out to the surrounding dilapidated houses:

"Look: this is our life, it has always been this way, and it never needs to be changed—not to mention saved."

"Even superior people as arrogant as you can't save anyone."

Cohen's brows tightened.

"You know, I have a friend, a very good friend. She also grew up in a similar environment. When I asked her, she sneered and told me to give up," Cohen said dullly to Leyock:

"The world is like this. It is self-contained and has its own rules. It's good if I can just take care of myself."

"Recognize the rules, accept the rules, adapt to the rules, utilize the rules, and control the rules. Only in this way can the rules be rewritten in the future."

Thales clenched his fists. At that moment, what he thought of was the words of two people who were completely different but coincidentally said:

【Hold on to your sword, don't lose it.】

[What you have to do is not to make up for it, but to take control. It is not to stand on this high wall and sigh, but to lean on this high wall and ride the wind and waves.]

Cohen sighed.

"She always says this, and then she picks up the knife and kills the scum that I captured and released..."

Cohen reacted and shook his head knowing that he had made a mistake:

"Feel sorry."

"Your friend," Leyock said nonchalantly, as if this was his manpower criterion:

"She's right."

"At least."

The killer glanced at the security officer:

"Much more effective than your mother-in-law."

But Cohen shook his head.

"But the same thing," he said sadly, "she can kill people."

"But it can't save anyone."

"Me and her, we often quarrel about this."

Thales chuckled.

"Believe me, Cohen, the quarrel is not your fault," the young man raised his head and sighed:

"Even thousands of years from now, there will still be people quarreling about it."

Cohen shrugged.

"Maybe."

He sneered rather self-deprecatingly:

"So I don't know...don't know what to do."

“I once told my colleagues, bosses, and even my boss’s bosses about these troubles.”

"But every time, they patted me on the shoulder with tolerance and sympathy, telling me that they understood, because they were once just like me, as young, as passionate, as hard-working, and as... confused."

Cohen's tone darkened:

"Then, after a long time, when one day they come back, just, just..."

"Give up," Glover said hoarsely, "They gave up."

Cohen nodded unconsciously.

"Either they are accustomed to being indifferent, or they are taking advantage of others and colluding with others, or they are ignoring the matter as it has nothing to do with themselves, or they are self-centered and self-centered... Even if there are sporadic newcomers, they are still working hard day after day following the rules and regulations.

, returning without success and being thankless, being slowly assimilated, losing the original self..."

Leyock snorted coldly.

"It's unbelievable that these words were actually said by a young master who was born in a noble family and never worried about food, clothing, housing and transportation..."

He glanced at Cohen.

"I promise you, Qingpi," the Quiet Killer said lightly:

"If I want to kill you in the future, I will be sharper with my sword."

Cohen chuckled nonchalantly.

"If I kill you, I will leave your body intact," Glover said coldly on behalf of the security officer:

"For your guided tour."

Leyock responded coldly.

"I guess nothing matters anymore..."

Cohen sighed:

"Xihuan District, Xiacheng District, and Xichengmen, these are supposed to be my jurisdiction, and I should be the guardian here."

He raised his head haggardly and looked at the dirty road in front of him:

"But the truth is, they're like my nemesis."

"Swallow all my fantasies."

Glover pursed his lips and said nothing, while Leyock looked smug.

Thales looked at Cohen sadly.

"I want to bring about some changes," said Cohen, gritting his teeth and clenching his fists:

"but……"

His fist suddenly loosened, and he was completely lost.

"That fat man Maurice, and you, Your Highness, you made me understand that what I fight against is not just crime."

Cohen said in a daze:

"I don't know, I don't know if the things I do are of any use... Sometimes I wonder if I am really, as they say, just a fool who does useless work, a - a stupid police officer."

Thales looked at him unbearably, but didn't know how to comfort him.

"Even changing the position of a flower pot in the police hall," Cohen smiled, with a sad smile:

"There's nothing I can do."

Glover couldn't help but say:

"You are the eldest son of the Karabyan family. If you can't do it..."

"You're right," Cohen looked at him and shook his head with a wry smile:

"Because I am the heir to the Karabyan family."

"but……"

Cohen slowly lowered his head.

"I only have one sword and am alone."
To be continued...