After being fired from the diamond squid, I became a sea patrol ranger.

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This... is really...

Spah's heart trembled slightly, unsure of what to say.

Although he was tough in demeanor, he was also sensitive and easily moved by the plight of others.

What should I do with this child?

He must not be truly punished.

Spah's eyes darted around as he pondered, when he felt his arm being tugged by someone.

He turned his head and saw the robin approaching. The girl's expression remained relatively calm, still smiling faintly, but her pupils were faintly tinged with red.

“The child is so pitiful… Instead of punishing the crime, shouldn’t we help him?” The robin whispered softly into Spa’s ear, its lips slightly parted.

Spall did not respond immediately, but glanced at the child again, and then shifted his gaze to the woman.

The woman rolled up her sleeves, as if she was about to rush towards the child.

"forget it"

Spall shook his head and brought his lips close to the robin's ear:

"The most terrible disease in the world is poverty. Poverty, apathy... cannot be solved by giving alms once or twice."

This is their planet's own business, so let's not get involved.

As Spah spoke, his fingers trembled slightly, and he subconsciously took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth.

"But...but..."

What else does the robin want to say?

suddenly!

People are quiet.

The robin also stopped beating.

Spall was slightly taken aback, and with a hint of surprise, he shifted his gaze slightly, only to see the fat governor walk into the crowd without anyone noticing.

People instantly split in two like a tide.

The governor swayed his body, his belly shaking up and down.

He held a bead in his hand, his head darting around, scanning the faces of every subject.

Upon seeing the thief on the ground, the governor raised his knee and kicked the child in the buttocks.

Pfft!

The child fell into a puddle and couldn't get out for a long time.

"Oh? Another theft. You should know how theft is punished on my planet."

The governor scanned the crowd. When his gaze landed on the robin, he suddenly curled his lips into a smile, revealing bright white teeth, and said ingratiatingly:

"Miss Robin, hello! Hello! I'm sorry to have made you laugh, this is just a domestic matter on our planet."

Having said that, his smile vanished, a cold glint flashed in his eyes, and he said coldly to the onlookers:

"According to the law, how should thieves be punished?"

No one answered; they just stood there, their bodies trembling.

The governor's face hardened, and he gripped the beads in his hand tightly, making a creaking sound. Only then did a gaunt man step forward, raise his hand, and say in a trembling voice:

"Report...Reporting to Your Excellency! Whichever hand stole it, cut it off."

"Oh? Then which hand stole it?"

"I...I didn't see clearly, but...it was probably the left hand..."

"Hmph! Useless thing!"

The governor kicked out, striking the man squarely in the chest, sending him sprawling on the ground, his body contorted and his face twisted in agony.

However, no one went to help him up. Some even stepped on his foot, a gloating smile on their faces.

Who...who are these people?

Spare pursed his lips, puffing out ash from his cigarette butt. He inhaled the smoke, but the atmosphere around him felt even more pungent.

"Since we don't know who stole them, let's just cut them all off," the governor said lazily, waving his hand.

As soon as he finished speaking, the surrounding crowd cheered in unison, the sound like a surging tide.

Spall watched their actions with disappointment, leaned against the wall, and gently lit a cigarette.

I really don't want to get involved in this mess.

But the robin's expression changed slightly, and it clenched its fist.

"Give me, all of you, and tie the child up. Whoever does will be rewarded with a piece of bread."

As the governor spoke, he tore open his clothes, revealing a row of black bread loaves that looked like they were on display.

He let go, leaving behind a rope, which landed beside the child.

"Ow"

Spah heard the howling of wolves, and the crowd pushed and shoved each other, jostling and fighting.

They tugged at clothes and grabbed hair, like bulls seeing a red cloth, pushing and shoving towards the children.

The governor curled his lips, remaining unmoved.

Before long, a man rushed to the child, picked up the rope, and tied the child up tightly in a few swift movements.

"Not bad!"

The governor responded coldly, waved his hand lightly, and tossed the black bread at the man's head. The bread fell and bounced to the ground.

The man pounced on the bread like a dog, grabbing it and licking it.

"Alright! Next! Whoever can chop off that child's hand will get two pieces of bread as a reward!"

After saying that, he threw out a machete, which landed with a clang at the child's feet.

The crowd erupted in a frenzy and rushed toward the knife.

"stop!"

Just then, the robin's song rang out, and the power of harmony transformed into a gentle breeze that swept across the entire venue.

Chapter 142 Lao Tzu's words are the rules!

The people fell silent instantly.

The robin, holding the microphone, walked step by step toward the child, like an angel descending to earth.

No one went to stop or hinder Ershan Ling IV.

Even the slightest bit of harmony can be enough to affect the mind and spirit of an ordinary person.

"We should give that child a way out."

The robin chuckled softly, but its voice was strong, even somewhat shrill:

"He's just too hungry. Don't we also have our difficult times? Do we expect others to stomp our hands in those situations too?"

The girl's voice was firm and resolute.

Influenced by the power of harmony, the originally agitated crowd, upon hearing the robin's rhetoric, did not dare to refute it, and even took the initiative to make way.

The robin walked up to the boy, squatted down, and examined his face, which was covered in dust and had a sallow complexion.

"How pitiful."

The robin pouted, took out a tissue, and wiped his mouth.

In an instant, the whole world seemed to stand still, and even the sound of the wind seemed to stop.

"No! You mustn't let that brat get away!"

Spall saw that, surprisingly, the governor was not affected by the harmony, but instead stomped his feet and grinned:

"Miss Robin, although you are a distinguished guest of our planet, you should also know the principle of 'when in Rome, do as the Romans do,' right? This is the rule of our planet, so please don't make things difficult for us!"

The governor's voice was cold.

That's why I said... there's no need to get involved.

Spall thought to himself.

"But what you're doing is wrong!"

The robin stopped smiling and stared directly at the governor with eyes as sharp as lightning.

But the governor did not back down at all, stubbornly resisting the [harmony], walked to the child's side, squatted down, and picked up the machete.

"Wrong! You're telling me it's wrong?"

The governor's face hardened, his voice like an ice cube dug from Antarctica. But the next second, a smile crept onto his lips:

"Very well! I'll teach you what's right now! For a hungry person, the stomach is right!"

The governor waved his hand lightly, scattering breadcrumbs all over the ground.

In an instant, all the people's eyes lit up, and they leaped forward one after another, rushing towards the debris on the ground.

"Don't rush to pick them up. Whoever cuts off that child's arm will get the breadcrumbs. Oh! No..."

The governor paused, turned his back, and held the beads in his palm, turning them around randomly with a gurgling sound.

Ten seconds later, he turned around and said:

"Cut off both legs, and I'll reward you with ten loaves of bread!"

After saying that, he let go, and the broadsword fell to the ground with a clang, like a boulder being thrown into a pool.

People were stunned for a moment, then reacted instantly, rushing and scrambling towards the hilt of the knife.

"Stop! You won't solve anything by hurting each other."

The robin gripped the microphone tightly, its lips moving, and the power of harmony created ripples that traveled through the ground to the people.

The crowd swayed, but they didn't stop fighting and grabbing, pulling hair and tearing clothes, getting into a chaotic brawl.

Snapped!

Someone stretched out their palm and pushed the robin away.

"Don't do this. How many days can one or two pieces of bread last? Don't hit me anymore..."

The robin gripped the microphone tightly, her voice booming. But the people paid no heed to her cries, continuing their struggle.

The energy of harmony transformed into translucent ribbons that enveloped all the people, yet caused no change whatsoever.

It shouldn't be

Spall was surprised and glanced at the robin.

That day on the spaceship, the robin's harmonizing power was more than ten times greater than it is now.

Is she someone who has principles and doesn't want to interfere with people's minds?

Ha... I wouldn't have done that!

Spall pondered to himself.

Although he didn't want to get involved, he also didn't want to see the robin embarrassed, so he shook his head, threw away his cigarette butt, and prepared to take action.

At that moment, a man as thin as a bamboo pole emerged, knocked down the people around him, and dragged his torn clothes to the ground as he walked to the knife.

He picked up the knife; blood trickled down his shoulder, staining the blade red, dripping onto the ground.

But the man ignored the pain and swung the large knife.

The blade fell, slashing at the boy.

Snapped!

Gunshots rang out suddenly.

The bullet pierced the air, struck the blade, and sparked orange-red embers. The man lost his grip, and the broadsword flew into the air.

Splash! Splash splash...