In the evening, Han Lang left the hospital and took the subway to return to the city. He got off in the bustling commercial area where the battle had happened. He made an appointment with Chen Chong and the monk to meet here. Today is the day when the seven superpowers were killed in battle, and people are going to hold a commemorative event here.

There were many people getting off the bus. Han Lang slowly walked out of the station with the crowd and was immediately shocked by the scene on the street.

At this time, it was not completely dark, and many people had already lit candles. The white candles were placed at the door of the shop, in the windows, on both sides of the street and next to the flower beds in the center, and placed in front of the windows of the high-rise buildings, and placed on the rooftops of each building.

The night slowly descended, and everyone seemed to have agreed on it long ago. There were no lights, but only faint but nostalgic candlelights.

That night, the whole city was lit by candles, and many children were carrying lanterns. The lanterns were also white candles. As the lanterns swayed, the faint candlelight flashed.

The young mother led her daughter past Han Lang. The girl was small, carrying a duck lantern, and the candles in the lantern were also small.

"Mom, what is the superpower?" the girl asked angrily.

"He is a group of very powerful soldiers." The mother said with a smile.

"What do warriors do?" the girl asked again.

"The warriors will join the battle and protect us, the earth and the people on earth."

The little girl thought for a while, "Will they protect me?"

“Yes.”

"Will you protect your mom?"

“Yes.”

"Will you protect grandpa?"

“Yes.”

"Will you protect grandma?"

"Yes, the superpowers will protect our family, as well as the children in the kindergarten, and the uncles and aunts on the street, will protect us." The mother tried her best to explain to the ignorant little girl.

Oh ~

The little girl seemed to understand something, and focused her head and said happily: "I understand, superpowers are good people!"

Han Lang smiled slightly and flashed through the cute little girl.

Once upon a time, people did not have the impression of superpowered people like today. There are always reports in the news that superpowered people bully others and even commit illegal and evil.

But now, everyone has understood that whether it is a superpower or an ordinary person, there are many bad people among them, and there are more good people.

This world has always been like this. Good people are always unknown before they stand up, just like Pang Zuolin, the warship that fell from the sky with a bronze bull and sacrificed himself to smash the plunderers and rescued the civilians.

Now Pang Zuolin is already a hero, known as the Bronze Bull Warrior. The sentence he shouted before his death, "No matter how weak the earth is, it is my family!" Now it is known to everyone in the ages that the classic slogan of the year is the only one.

But before Pang Zuolin became a hero, he was just an unknown physical education teacher. He never showed off his identity as a superpower and lived an ordinary life.

True heroes will only stand up when the world needs themselves, and they are always unknown in normal times.

As a witness to that battle, Han Lang saw with his own eyes how those superpowered people who were not usually exposed to the battlefield were rushing to the battlefield with no chance. Within one minute, more than forty superpowered people gathered on the battlefield, and within three minutes, more than two hundred superpowered people arrived. They were not soldiers, but when the disaster occurred, their agglomeration speed was even faster than the army! More resolute!

The city is pitch black tonight, but it is full of hope in this darkness.

There are more and more people, even if the faint candlelight gathers, it can still illuminate the darkness.

Han Lang stopped in front of a store's window, and the huge screen was broadcasting mourning activities around the world. Starting from Beijing, Shanghai, Guangzhou, these East Asian cities, the candlelight representing hope will be lit wherever the night falls.

Seoul, Taipei, Vladivostok, Tokyo, candlelight spans the distant Pacific Ocean, reaches America, and then crosses the deep Atlantic Ocean from America to Europe. This night, the world is sleepless.

Han Lang felt someone behind him. When he looked back, he saw that it was the monk and Chen Chong. Chen Chong shaved his braid and changed it to a bald head. The monk carried a huge travel bag and two bald heads stood together. At first glance, it looked like a big monk and a little monk.

"Your hair..." Han Lang asked with a frown slightly.

Chen touched his now bare head again and said with a smile: "Shave it, it will take me more than an hour to take care of those small braids every day. If you have that effort, it's better to chew a few more elbows."

"Where are your headphones?"

"Take it."

“Where is the baseball shirt?”

"I said why are you so troublesome?" Chen Chong shook the fat on his body and said, "Tell me so. After seeing you two tonight, I plan to go into seclusion, concentrate on gaining weight and practicing, and make every effort to prepare for the second stage of the stress test. You don't have to call me, I throw it away."

The monk shrugged, "That's a coincidence. I was about to tell you that I will go back to the mountain tonight to go into seclusion and say goodbye to you. The first stage of the stress test is not my strength, my strength is fighting skills, so I also want to strengthen myself during this period."

Han Lang nodded slightly. It turned out that he was not the only one who was changed by that battle. The monk and Chen Chong also worked harder than before.

"What a coincidence." Han Lang thought for a while and said, "In the past, when I didn't know that I had superpowers, I always thought that anyway, there was a tall person who was standing tall, so what did it have to do with me? Now I suddenly realized that I was the tall person. If the sky really fell, I would try my best to push it."

"Actually, I'm here to say goodbye to you too. The day after tomorrow I'll go to the Relics Administration Bureau. They found me a place to practice and I'll go there to retreat."

Chen Chong didn't say anything. Next year is the day when the Galaxy Conference is held. The Earth may become someone else's colony. Even if you are lucky enough to break through the Galaxy Conference, there will be more enemies like robbers outside, eyeing the Earth.

This is the cosmic era and a cruel era where the strong prey on the weak. As the only group of warriors on this planet, the superpowers on Earth are under great pressure.

The monk shrugged and said, "Relics Management Bureau? Chu Li and Li Muyun still want to invite you to the branch."

Han Lang said: "What have you done long ago? But I heard that a large number of superpowers are actively applying to join the Administration and other combat organizations recently, and the branch should not be short of staff."

Chen nodded, "That's right. In the past, Clark was holding on, and the superpowers did whatever they wanted. Now that it doesn't work, we have to take it if Clark is not there. If the stress test cannot pass, I will go to the Army Department to report directly."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Chong's watch suddenly rang.

Chen Chong put the backpack behind him on the ground, took out a piece of ham weighing two kilograms from it, opened his mouth and chewed it in big mouth, swallowed it hard in his stomach.

When Chen Chong saw Han Lang and monk looking at him, he threw a photo to them. He saw that there was a young man in the photo with handsome facial features and a well-proportioned figure. Apart from the carefully woven braids on his head, it was impossible to tell that this was Chen Chong's appearance.

Chen Chong sat on the ground, stuffed a huge ham into his stomach, drank two sips of water, and continued to chew the second one. Han Lang saw that Chen Chong's neck was already congested and seemed to be vomiting out at any time, but he was still swallowing the ham.

"I want to eat."

"Eat even if you try your best."

"Who made me a transformation superpower? Without fat, I have no combat power. Without combat power, I can't protect anyone."

"I would rather eat it as a pig than see what happened that day again."

"If you want to laugh at me, I'll laugh at me, I don't care."

Of course, Han Lang and the monk would not laugh at him, they would only respect him.

For others, food is enjoyment, but for the morning meal, food is pain!

This damn world forced the once-fake boy into what he is now.

Han Lang sighed softly, looked up at the endless candlelight in the distance, and the people praying silently under the candlelight.

This night is so beautiful.

This pressure is so heavy.

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