Am I Not Handsome?

Looking at the exceptionally friendly Scavenger City, Wang Ye fell into deep thought.

No one picked a fight with him. No one mocked him.

Everyone looked at him with friendliness in their eyes, even keeping at least fifty meters away from him. His photo was even hanging high in the center of the city.

Under such circumstances, if he still went ahead and smashed the place up, even Wang Ye felt like that would be pretty inhumane.

He could not do that.

Novels really were all lies. Where were those plots where the protagonist went out, provoked people everywhere, and casually showed off while slapping faces?

No, that was not quite right.

There was another kind of person in novels: the fated villain. They were adored wherever they went, and no one ever dared provoke them. Then one day, they suddenly lost their minds and went looking for trouble with the protagonist, only to die miserably in the streets.

Wang Ye's thoughts drifted far away in an instant, and he could not help laughing at the thought.

Life was life. How could there be so many plots?

Still, he could only take things one step at a time.

Wang Ye sighed helplessly, shook his head, and turned to leave.

But what he had not expected was that, with that movement, the surrounding Scavengers collectively froze.

"Did that hunk just sigh?"

"I think... he did!"

"Fuck, he was smiling even when so many ghosts were chasing him. Now he's sighing—could something happen to Scavenger City?"

The group shuddered in fear.

As Scavengers of the Wasteland, they revered the strong far more than the people of the Heaven Group did. Even the slightest disrespect could cost them their lives.

They already lived with their heads in their hands. Was it not all