Li 9 looked at the two burly white men who were approaching step by step with grim smiles, and felt a chill on his back.

She wanted to retreat, but her body was tightly against the wall and there was no way to retreat.

At this time, the tall black suit walking in front stared at her slightly raised belly with evil eyes.

"Let this bitch have fun." The medium-sized black suit walking behind shouted excitedly.

The tall man weighed the thick and long black iron rod in his hand, and gestured in the air to Li 9's slightly raised abdomen, as if he was choosing the best place to hit.

"No...No..." Li 9, panicked, shook his head desperately.

"Don't want anything?"

"Don't hit my stomach, please, don't hit my stomach." Li 9 begged, and wanted to break free from the chains that tied her body.

"Do it." Kim Ki-min, who was standing beside him, ordered coldly.

"No, please don't..." Li 9 begged desperately.

"I don't want your mother..." The tall man raised the iron rod with both hands and knocked Li 9's abdomen.

"Bang!" There was a loud bang.

The iron door of the torture room suddenly flew away from the door frame and hit the tall man who was swinging the baton heavily. The man and the door slapped the solid gray concrete wall with a "boom".

The tall man was photographed to pieces, and the iron door was deeply trapped in a broken wall.

A thin boy stood outside the door coldly with his palms raised.

Everyone present was stunned, and even Kim Ki-min took a breath. Such palm pressure was at least 6000KG.

"Damn it, you must have attracted the person." The medium-sized black suit reacted first and immediately kicked Li 9's lower abdomen.

Strange? Why didn't I kicked something? The medium-sized black suit just felt like stepping on the air, and then his ankle tightened, and his whole right leg suddenly left his body.

Lu Xuan pulled off the right leg of a medium-sized black suit with one hand, and punched his lower abdomen with the other hand. With a "bang", he exploded with a corpse on the ground.

"I finally arrived in time." Lu Xuan breathed a sigh of relief.

From Lu Xuan's arrival in Casablanca, the general told him that an emergency occurred.

The general said that he received a helping signal from someone who was very important to Lu Xuan.

Before he could figure out what was going on, Lu Xuan, under the guidance of the general, took Xie Juan and Shaoer to the dilapidated mosque without stopping.

When Lu Xuan saw Li 9's face, he immediately understood what was going on.

This face, including this time, has seen Lu Xuan three times. Although he passed by her twice before in the vast crowds of different countries, Lu Xuan quickly pieced together the memories, and it turned out to be her.

Lu Xuan remembers that the general once told him more than once that many people living in this world have guardian angels. Guardian angels are those who are by our side without regrets and silently protecting you.

"Xiao Xuan, you have always had an exclusive guardian angel. She spreads her wings in a place you can't see, silently blocking the wind and rain for you, and enduring all dangers for you. She will... keep guarding you by your side until you no longer need her."

Lu Xuan always thought that the general was just a fable or legend, but when he saw Li 9 this time, Lu Xuan understood.

When Li 9 saw Lu Xuan standing so close to her, she was gritting her teeth and enduring all the pain when she looked at her, she finally couldn't help it anymore and tears fell down.

"So you are my angel." Lu Xuan gently stretched out his hand and clumsily wiped away the tears on her face, "Don't cry, as long as I'm by your side, I promise you that there is absolutely no one in this world that can hurt you."

For seven years, Li 9, who has been under rigorous training, originally thought that no matter what kind of pain he endured, he would never shed tears again.

But at this moment, Li 9's tears couldn't stop falling, because the people she had been protecting could already protect her.

A group of aggressive black suits entered through the entrance without doors.

"First smash that bitch into meat sauce for me." Kim Ki-min, who had been manipulating everything coldly, gave a sinister order, "I must make this kid unable to protect her."

At this time, inside and outside the broken mosque, there were already densely packed with black suits and hundreds of Moroccan gangsters holding machetes, and rushed over after receiving the order from their new owner Kim Ki-min.

Xie Juan, who was originally watching the wind in the temple, saw that the situation was not good, and pulled Shaoer to escape. Shaoer insisted on leaving. Helpless Xie Juan had no choice but to knock Shaoer unconscious and then carried him into the crowd.

"Kill." Kim Ki-min turned around and went out coldly, and the black "tide" rushed into the small torture room frantically.

Lu Xuan stood quietly in front of Li 9 without retreating.

More than a dozen crazy black suits rushed up with bright machetes.

"It's overwhelming!" Lu Xuan raised his left arm upwards and his right palm suddenly "slapped" forward.

With a loud "bang!", the two black suits rushing to the front were bombarded by the overwhelming "palm pressure". The dozens of people behind them were also unable to escape. They were hit by the "radial" palm pressure after the bomb exploded, making their limbs fly across, and black and red kept blooming.

The second black suit, which was red-eyed, continued to continue, with their faces twisted, as if they were only left with beasts with attacking instincts.

Lu Xuan, who was facing forward with both palms, suddenly found a strange light flashing in someone's hands among the black suits, trying to sneak attack in the chaos?

With a "swish", a flying knife shot lightning at Li 9's lower abdomen behind Lu Xuan. Lu Xuan hurriedly copied back with his left hand. In desperation, Lu Xuan could not confirm whether he could grasp the tail of the flying knife, so he could only use his palm to catch the blade.

With a "swish", half of the flying knife came out from the back of Lu Xuan's hand, which was almost invulnerable to swords and guns, and blood spread out along the wound that penetrated the tip of the knife.

"Xiao Xuan." Li 9 exclaimed in surprise.

"It's okay." Lu Xuan gave her a clumsy smile, and his left hand, which was penetrated by the flying knife, clenched into a fist, and with a "bang", it hit the black suit that rushed to the front.

"Bang bang bang!" The unlucky black suit's corpse flew backwards horizontally. The corpse was like a bomb with amazing destructive power. Everyone who was hit by the flying corpse vomited blood and was shocked to death. The flying swordsman had not had time to fly out the second knife and vomited blood and died on the spot.

The black tide surged like endless, and the thin Lu Xuan was like a wall that could block the sea, using all his strength to fight against the black suits who had been one after another.

When the black "tide" photographed Lu Xuan's wall of power built with his attack, he would be crushed to pieces and never return.
Chapter completed!