When Mo Wen heard this, he finally paused. He raised his hands and surrendered, and continued to walk forward.

It seemed that he was deceived by Mo Wen's calm appearance. Si Ke just frowned this time and looked at his companion beside him in confusion, "What are he going to do?"

"Who knows?" His companion looked Mo Wen up and down, and noticed that he looked pale and slightly purple with his lips, and he twitched twice with disdain.

"Let this sick man come here first, it will be of no deterrent."

"But the people from District 2 are prohibited from leaving?" Sike frowned.

"Are you stupid?" he slapped Sike, and his partner beside him laughed, "I just let him come over, not let him go over."

When Mo Wen finished speaking, he had already walked in front of them. His smile was as gentle as jade, and at first glance it only gave people a gentle and harmless feeling.

Each guard has weapons on his body, and each of the sentry stations on both sides has a heavy machine and gun.

Don't let the gunshots ring.

The thoughts flashed through my mind, Mo Wen drooped his eyelids slightly, and asked the guard in front of him softly:

"I want to ask, where is the captain of your guard?"

"Hey!" As soon as my companion heard this, he turned around and shouted at a whistle on the right, "Captain, there is a young man who wants to see you!"

Si Ke always felt a little uneasy. He pulled his companion's arm. When their captain Zhang Liming was about to say something, he poked his head out and said roughly, "What's wrong!"

Zhang Liming is a man who is almost two meters tall, and his mouth full of beard almost covered most of his face.

"There is a weak little guy here who wants to see you. Could it be your brother who is wandering outside?" the companion shouted again, and there was obviously a little ridicule in the voice this time.

They were so careless and lawless when they were together, so no one felt that such words were disrespectful to Zhang Liming.

"Get out of here, I don't have that kind of brother like bean sprouts!" Zhang Liming glanced at Mo Wen, spat lowly and laughed, "Where did you come from the stinky brat, get out of here, you dare to pretend to be my brother, I think you won't live long!"

Listening to Zhang Liming's hearty laughter, even the people on the whistle opposite him watched. Most of the guards present laughed so much that they all used Mo Wen as a joke for fun.

Si Ke always felt a little uneasy. He laughed twice, and found that even though Mo Wen was ridiculed by everyone, he did not show any displeasure. There was even a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth.

This discovery made him feel a little creepy in an instant. He took a step back slightly and was ready to use his supernatural powers.

If an ordinary person standing here was definitely blushing with shame under the ridicule of everyone, but now Mo Wen is standing here.

He gently put down his hand, raised his eyes slightly and asked Zhang Liming, "Are you the captain?"

At this time, the sky was already a little dim. Zhang Liming looked at it and felt that Mo Wen's eyes were like wild wolves hiding in the woods, emitting a faint light.

The alert system he has trained in the past two years has instantly increased his vigilance. He lowered his head and stared at Mo Wen and asked, "So what?"

This is the first time someone ran to ask if he was the captain of the guard.

"Do you know where Ye Shu is?" Mo Wen asked again.

As soon as this question arises, Zhang Liming's vigilance just now dissipated like a bubble. He hummed in contempt from his nose and smiled disdainfully, "You are a follower of Ye Shu. I advise you to stop daydreaming. You are really a toad who wants to eat swan meat, you!"

In his eyes, Ye Shu is a figure like a goddess. How can she tolerate the defilement of a guy like Mo Wen who looks like he has no strength at first glance?

"I'm asking you, do you know where Ye Shu is?" When Mo Wen heard the sentence "Ye Shu's follower", there was a little impatience in his black eyes. His smile became gentler, but his voice became colder.

Zhang Liming waved his hand without caring at all, "Do I know it's all about you? Where did you get the lunatics? Sike and you guys quickly drive him away!"

"Hey--" Seeing that the people on the whistle opposite were no longer there, they simply smiled and made a few buzzing sounds, turned around and continued to prepare to stand guard.

Really, it's so boring to stand guard.

The six guards guarding the passage responded in unison. Sike breathed a sigh of relief first. He had long felt that Mo Wen was giving him something wrong, and now he could finally let him leave.

Unexpectedly, when he turned around, he found that Mo Wen was strangely missing.

Where is the person?

The few people were stunned. When they realized that they could react, the whistle on the left suddenly turned into powder as if it had been rolled into a washing machine. The seven guards standing inside the whistle were instantly stirred into meat paste. Some of them had smiles on their faces, and they didn't even have time to make a sound.

What's going on?

Sike and others were stunned.

What a joke, most of those guards are 10th-level psychics. Even without being alert, they cannot die so simply!

Before he could react, the guards who had just realized what had happened were stunned. Zhang Liming was the first to react and subconsciously yelled, "Warning!"

"Why are you warning?" Mo Wen's voice sounded from behind Zhang Liming. He smashed his machine gun, and the corners of his mouth were still filled with a gentle smell.

"When did you--" Zhang Liming was stunned, and the next second he was shocked by the blood in front of him.

All the six people who were staying in the whistle were wiped off their necks and collapsed on the ground in a row. The arms of several guards were trembling uncontrollably, and the blood of Ran Ran spurted out from their throats.

Being smeared is actually a very painful thing. Because the pain in the throat cannot make people feel pain. Most people who are smeared die of excessive blood loss due to severing arteries, or suffocation from the trachea.

Looking at his subordinates dying, Zhang Liming felt that his heart was burned out by the nameless flames. He roared and rushed towards Mo Wen, and the clanging man had his eyes red.

"A twelve-level supernatural person?" Mo Wen bit the compressed biscuit with one hand, and covered the fist that Zhang Limin waved with the other hand, with a gentle smile, "Can you wait a moment?"

This gentle smile stained his face, making his pale face even colder.

As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Wen flashed and disappeared from Zhang Liming's vision. He turned back in horror and found that Mo Wen had reached the ground and twisted a guard's neck.
Chapter completed!