Comic Cannon Fodder Wants to Be the King of Popularity

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Chapter 17

    César thought about it carefully. Considering that the current effect of this ability is only five minutes, and it will be temporarily invalid when the time is up, there is no need to use it now.

    So he calmly picked up the blade, and slashed at his almost transparent white arm without blinking.

    ——However, not even the slightest trace was left.

    Not only did it leave no trace, but when he swiped, he even felt an obvious resistance, like an invisible air membrane, blocking anything that could hurt him from entering.

    The blade stopped at the position where it touched his skin, and it was difficult to penetrate any more.

    ...It's really a bit like the means used by the "fairy godmother" to protect the princess, such as a magic barrier or an air wall.

    After the experiment was over, César calmly put down the blade again.

    He has no intention of paying attention to the timid prisoners who are no longer a threat in the same cell. After all, his task has never been to show off, but to play his role well and become a "killer" who can control Xia Zuo in the future. device" insurance.

    He is calm and sensible, and he knows his purpose.

    ——So before he completely obtains the status of supervision, he can postpone all accounts.

    César didn't care, and the remaining two people in the cell were extremely hard.

    For example, George, he just heard that there was no sound outside, he was really curious, he couldn't help but opened his eyes and took a look, only to see the black-haired boy sitting expressionlessly on the bed that belonged to him, slightly turning towards The scene of leaning back against the wall, carelessly but without hesitation, slashing at his arm with a blade.

    The young man looked thin and weak, and it seemed to be true, but his strength was not light at all, even when he attacked himself, he was as fierce as facing an enemy, without any hesitation or wavering.     Even looking at his own arm, his eyes seemed to be looking at a dead man's hand, a dispensable experiment just to provide him with a little fun when he was bored.

    Who knows if someone else will provide him with such "fun" next time.

    Not daring to look at what would happen next moment, George quickly closed his eyes again, his face pale.

    He is a criminal and a villain, but he has never been in contact with such... a person who makes people feel too scary.

    Even if he can strike casually, turning a blind eye to the pain and bleeding, how much will he value and care about the pain and bleeding of others? This kind of neurotic and natural villain, who can't think of putting him in the middle penalty area of ​​an ordinary prison? Shouldn't they stay in the key control areas of high-level prisons for eternity!

    But thinking about it, George didn't dare to say it at all, but his thoughts unconsciously came to the brown-haired boy before, and he couldn't help but think: ... Does