Inheritors of the Will of Ultraman

That year, a great cosmic war raged, and the race of light was nearly wiped out.

That month, he failed his high school entrance exam, defeated by her.

That day, the kaiju Jeedon attacke...

Chapter Twenty-Eight: Staring...

You won.

You need to stick to this behavior until one day.

You are no longer young.

There is someone who can reach out a helping hand with a smile.

Then, the barriers in people's hearts can truly disappear.

"Haha! I'm finally done with this!"

Wu Zhe laughed heartily.

Then, as if he had lost some kind of strength, he slumped onto the table.

At that moment, Wu Zhe pressed the send button, and as he watched the loading button spin, he curled his lip slightly.

Then, with his other hand, he picked up the hamburger he had bought and started eating it.

Yes, for a social beast like Wu Zhe, working in a hamburger shop is a perfectly normal thing.

To put it bluntly, Wu Zhe's job is what people call an online editor.

Yeah, the kind where people criticize you relentlessly.

This article will only earn him forty yuan.

However, commenting and liking will double the money he earns.

In other words, the more enticing the writing, the better for him.

After finishing his hamburger, Wu Zhe grabbed his sugary soda and started drinking it quietly.

Then, he silently observed the reaction to the article through his laptop screen.

If it were any better, it would become an article from a marketing account.

He's a social beast who doesn't need intellectual property rights; he just needs money!

If the marketing accounts want it, I'll pay them!

He needs money!

After finishing the last sip of his sugary drink, Wu Zhe picked up his laptop and walked out of the burger shop.

He wanted to go home, back to that cold home.

This unlucky guy doesn't even have a girlfriend, let alone children.

He even felt that he was such an unlucky guy that he was destined to be a bachelor for life.

With a sigh, Wu Zhe walked toward the street he knew well.

Those old streetlights are neglected and no longer work.

Fortunately, Wu Zhe was already used to this path; someone else might have actually stumbled and fallen.

However, what Wu Zhe didn't notice was that in the dark corner...

A pair of yellow eyes, like those of a raven, were watching him.

And the gun that was aimed at him.