Super Soldier in the City - Chapter 2121 - 2184: Who Is Whitewashing

“It’s true… So why does no one believe me?”Sometimes, I play small pranks, but they’re really just small ones.I’m not the mastermind at all.

[Quck Transmigration #1v1 #System vs Host ]In a massive forest fire, the vine demon Yin Zhizhi thought she was going to turn to ash. But unexpectedly, she bound herself to an “Conquering the Male Lead System.”The system had a peculiar temper, a pleasant voice, and treated her well.At first: The system told her to conquer the male lead, go for it!Later on: The system urged her to take more action when conquering him – hold hands, hug, pounce on him, hurry up!Yin Zhizhi: ????Why did it seem like the system was even more anxious about conquering the male lead than she was?Why did the system crash whenever the world’s male lead appeared?!Until one day, a certain system dropped the act…

Chu Feng was transmigrated to a world of tamers, where everyone would gain their unique tamer talent at the age of 16. With the tamer talent, one could create a tamer space and form a contract with a beast.

war, blood, and betrayal carved him into something else. A legend. A killer. A mercenary whose name struck fear into both criminals and so-called heroes alike.But now, the world had changed. Lines blurred between right and wrong, between justice and vengeance. Should he step into the light, wear the mask of a hero, and fight for a cause greater than himself? Or should he embrace the darkness that had always been his home, a place where morality was just another illusion?“Don’t box me in with your shallow ideas of good and evil,” he muttered, his voice calm but edged with danger. “I do what I want, when I want.”The air was thick with tension as he moved like a shadow through the dimly lit room. The writer had no time to react—one moment, he was scribbling nonsense about legends and myths; the next, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.The figure smirked beneath his mask, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and menace.“You wanna write fiction?” he whispered. “Then let me show you how real legends are made.”A single gunshot shattered the silence.As the writer’s body slumped over the desk, the man holstered his weapon, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering neon light.“It’s that simple,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I’m Deathstroke.”