Ultraman Blaze

One week after the monster Blackhall was destroyed——

The night was dark and windy, with clouds obscuring the moon.

A district in Shanghai——

A drunk middle-aged man was slumped on the street under a street lamp. His suit was already in disarray and the briefcase in his hand was casually thrown at his feet.

His other hand was holding his messy hair, and the light shone on his face, which looked extremely red.

"Why?"

The middle-aged man shook his head, his face full of disgust, and kept pouring strong liquor into his mouth.

"Why should we elect him, just because he is the deputy mayor's nephew?"

"Why..."

The middle-aged man shook his head and laughed bitterly at himself.

Faced with car loans, mortgages, and his own son who was in critical condition, his meager salary made life extremely difficult for him in this city. The pressure of life forced this forty-year-old man to secretly bow his head.

With his perfect planning and decision-making, he could have been promoted from an ordinary clerk to a manager in the company, and received more high salary and appreciation.

However, the perfect solution he proposed aroused the envy of some people in the company.

One of them was the nephew of the current deputy mayor. He also proposed a decision-making plan, but because it was not as perfect as the plan designed by the middle-aged man, he was eliminated in the election manager.

He was dissatisfied with the middle-aged man's performance, and secretly relied on his strong political connections to force the middle-aged man, who had just taken office as manager, to step down.

The middle-aged man also knew who was behind this, but the other person had a strong backstage, and even if he was right, no one would seek justice for him in such a thankless task.

Now the loss of his job was the last straw that broke the camel's back for the middle-aged man. He wandered on the streets like a lost soul. No passerby around him paid any attention to this lost middle-aged man, and some even looked at him with strange eyes.

The middle-aged man was crying and laughing. His smile gradually became wild and insane, as if he was crazy. His bloodshot eyes revealed endless malice.

"Hahaha……"

"Why!"

"Why!"

"…Hahaha……"

Passersby thought he was a madman, so they started to stay away from him. Some took a detour, and some simply didn't go there.

Soon, on the huge street, only this poor man was left sitting crazily on the roadside.

His spirit seemed to have reached its limit, like a time bomb that could explode at any time...

A gust of cold wind blew by, and the middle-aged man leaned against the street corner in despair. He was too ashamed to go home... The only things that accompanied him were the street lights that illuminated him and the cold wind that whistled through the city.

Huhu——

The cold wind whistled across the middle-aged man's dull face.

After a while, a drizzle began to fall from the dark sky. The lights illuminated the outline of the rain, which looked like snow in the dead of winter.

Suddenly, a shadow flashed in front of the middle-aged man, and then a man's voice came: "Are you unwilling?"

The middle-aged man was slightly stunned, raised his lost head and slowly looked at the black shadow that stopped in front of him.

This was a man wearing a black cloak, which covered him tightly, revealing only a pair of narrow eyes. However, he exuded a unique temperament, just like... the god of death in the dark night.

The middle-aged man was slightly stunned, and glanced at the man in black robe with suspicion, thinking: Who would play cosplay so late at night and dress so strangely?

The middle-aged man was in a low mood. He ignored the strange cosplayer in front of him and just lowered his head.

However, the words that the black-robed man said the next second were like a light spreading out of the darkness, shining squarely on him.

"Want to take back everything you lost?"

"Want revenge on this unfair world?"

"I will grant you extraordinary power and fulfill all your wishes..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the man in black robe raised his hand, and a strange arm that did not belong to an earthling slowly stretched out from under his sleeve. There was a rolling blood mist in his palm, and it stretched straight towards the middle-aged man.

Seeing the blood mist rolling towards him, the middle-aged man showed fear on his face. His feet seemed to be unable to move as if they were under a spell. His eyes were like copper bells, full of fear, and he gradually merged into the blood mist...

"what!"

A man's scream was heard from the quiet street corner.

It rained harder.

The heavy rain washed the dirt and blood on the street into the sewer, leaving only scattered cans and a briefcase...

the next day.

Hanyu Xiangyu was walking on the street in a plain jacket.

Because of Blackhall, many members of the training base suffered serious injuries and the training could not proceed normally, so they had to decide to postpone the selection of SKaRD.

Some uninjured members were given a one-month leave, and Hanyu Xiangyu was one of them.

Xiangyu was walking on the street, holding a bag of fruit in his hand, and heading towards the Central Hospital. He learned from Tang Bohu that Luo Bingyang was currently receiving treatment at the Central Hospital.

The Central Hospital was crowded with people. Because of the appearance of the monster, the hospital was now as crowded as some large entertainment plazas.

Of course, these people come here... to get treatment.

Xiangyu quickly found the ward where Luo Bingyang was. As soon as he entered, he saw Luo Bingyang lying on the hospital bed.

Hanyu Xiangyu recalled the scene where Luo Bingyang stood in front of him a week ago, and couldn't help but show a look of guilt.

Xiangyu had a complicated expression and hesitated for a moment. He put the fruit on the cabinet beside him, then sat quietly beside the bed until the afternoon. He turned and left the ward only when the setting sun shone through the screen window and onto Xiangyu's face.

However, when Xiangyu passed by a room, the conversation between the doctor and a middle-aged man outside the room instantly attracted his attention.

"Your son's condition has worsened and he needs a craniotomy urgently. If you delay any further, his life may be in danger."

Although the doctor's voice was muffled by the mask, every word he said was extremely clear.

"Try to collect the fees by tomorrow afternoon, and then we will operate on your son."

As he spoke, the doctor's handwriting flew across the medical form, on which were written all sorts of messy words... The only thing that could be seen clearly was the astronomical figure of "five hundred thousand" for payment noted in the lower right corner of the single line.

"Doctor Yuan...can you give me my son first..."

There was a hint of pleading in the middle-aged man's tone, but the doctor did not listen to him. Instead, he turned around impatiently and left, leaving the embarrassed middle-aged man behind.

The middle-aged man looked helplessly at the doctor's departing back, then lowered his head to glance at the amount on the receipt that he could not afford to pay at all, and his lost eyes became even dimmer.

After the doctor left, the man clutched the receipt and sat on a chair outside the room, holding his head in his hands, grabbing his remaining hair in near collapse.

If you get closer, you can even hear the middle-aged man sobbing secretly.