"We belong to the "new century" and are here to take you out." Mo Yun looked at the little girl and said softly.

"New Century?"

The girl's face was full of doubts. Her pupils were dark green, as crystal clear as green agate. Her long snake-shaped hair wrapped around her head made her exude a strange charm.

The girl wrapped in a green robe reminded Mo Yun of the angel who descended to earth.

"Yes, we are not bad people." Leng Shanhong squatted down and induced slowly, "Do you think my sister looks like a bad person?"

"Good people and bad people cannot be judged by their appearance." The girl shook her head and said.

"What?" Leng Shanhong was stunned for a moment.

"When my dad was still here, I kept saying this to me." The girl whispered.

"There is no time, we must leave immediately." Mo Yun looked around, his intuition was a little uneasy. This is the core hinterland of the Holy Plant Society, not a place to stay for a long time.

Just as he wanted to take the girl away directly, messy and noisy footsteps suddenly came from all directions. A few seconds later, from the gate when Mo Yun came, more than a dozen masked men in black were pouring out. From the edge of the wall on the left, several guys wearing ninja-like clothes jumped out; from the right, several middle-aged men in gray-white cloth appeared.

Several groups of people gathered here at the same time, and they were stunned for a moment.

A few seconds later, they said in unison: "Who are you!"

The man in black in the head looked around and sneered, "What a demon dance. The Holy Plant Club will be really lively tonight. The four major forces in Brana City are gathered here."

He pointed to the "ninja" on his left: "You are mercenaries of the Independent Workers' Association." He also pointed to the middle-aged man wearing off-white cloth on his right: "You are patrol members of the FTA."

Then the masked man looked at Mo Yun and Leng Shanhong standing in the middle of the yard, paused for a few seconds, "Where did you come out? Which organization belongs to? One is holding a knife, the other doesn't even have a gun. Are you here to perform comedy?"

"Haha, you're so much better than us."

The middle-aged man in a gray-white cloth dressed in a gray-white cloth led by the Farmers' Free Trade Association took out his automatic rifle from behind and sneered: "If you think you are covered with your face, we can't recognize who you are? The little mice who cannot get on the table secretly plagiarize the fruits of our labor every day and hide in the stinky ditch to make a living."

"There are thousands of victims entering Branagh every day. If we weren't there, what would they eat?" the masked man retorted: "Can we only watch those who can't find jobs starve to death on the street?"

"Stop talking nonsense, we are not here to discuss people's livelihood issues." said the mercenary dressed in a ninja from the Independent Workers' Association. "Now, the Holy Child is here, who will take her away?"

"We can't waste time," said the masked man. "After a while, the people from the Holy Wild Club reacted, and none of us could take her away."

"Then what are your good ideas?"

"I think we might as well join forces for the time being." The masked man said slowly, "The purpose of everyone is nothing more than to use the Saint Child to expand their power. Everyone here is the elites in their respective organizations. If we fight to the death, it will be of no benefit to anyone. Why not join forces to take the Saint Child away first, and then discuss how to distribute the benefits, how about it?"

"This is a good way." The mercenary nodded.

"I agree, but what should these two people do?" The middle-aged man in gray looked at Mo Yun and Leng Shanhong with gloomy eyes.

"Kill them both first." The masked man sneered.

“Okay.”

Seeing that the other party had a few words, they decided their fate, and there was no intention of discussing with him. Mo Yun narrowed his eyes, and he immediately turned to Leng Shanhong and whispered: "I'll stop them, you can take her away first."

"What do you do?" Leng Shanhong said anxiously.

"I'm fine." Mo Yun shook his head, "These people can't hurt me."

"Okay, I believe you." Leng Shanhong did not delay. She grabbed the girl's shoulder, squatted halfway, and then jumped upwards.

"Bang!"

The bricks and stones on the ground were shattered, and with the sound of bricks breaking, Leng Shanhong jumped into the air, crossed the wall more than two meters high, and disappeared in front of everyone with the little girl.

"Damn it, it's the awakened one..." The masked man was shocked, "I should have thought of it long ago."

"Don't let them run away!" The mercenary raised his gun eagerly.

"Damn it, beat him to death!" The middle-aged man in gray raised his gun angrily and aimed at Mo Yun.

The intuition sent out an alarm again, and Mo Yun felt a chill on his back. Facing the muzzle from all directions, the best solution was undoubtedly to retreat immediately, but his physical instinct did not allow him to choose to escape.

He raised his knife and slashed at the ground.

The silver sword light turned into a train, marking a knife mark of more than two meters long on the brick floor.

Immediately afterwards, Mo Yun raised his foot and stepped on the ground.

"boom!"

With the loud noise, the brick and stone fragments cut by the knife light flew up one after another under the action of anti-shock force, and a storm of sand and dust rose in the air.

Immediately afterwards, Mo Yun swept his sword across and slapped the masonry and stone fragments from left to right with the back of the knife.

"Swoosh swish swish swish--"

The bricks and stone fragments were flying out like bullets.

"ah--"

Screams of screams sounded from all directions, and the masked man in the lead and the middle-aged man in gray were the first to bear the brunt and suffered the greatest damage. The fragments of the bricks pierced into their bodies like shrapnel. Mo Yun's attack actually produced a terrible effect of several fragments of grenades exploded at the same time, causing everyone present to lose their combat power almost completely.

"Da da da da da da!"

Mo Yun's scalp was numb, and he rolled to the right, dodging the bullets shot from the front.

More than a dozen bullet holes appeared on the ground at the original site, and sparks splashed everywhere.

It turned out that a masked man who had just hid behind everyone was not seriously injured. At this moment, he raised his submachine gun and shot at Mo Yun frantically. Mo Yun had to move his body, exert his fastest speed, dodge and avoid the trajectory of the bullets.

He was like a snake swimming on the ground. The bullet was about to hit his body, but he could not hit him. Just as the masked man wanted to change the magazine and continue to attack, the sky was suddenly red with flames.

The masked man raised his head and saw in horror that a fire dragon was spinning down from the sky!

"ah!"

Amid the screams, the masked man was wrapped in flames and turned into a ball of coke in a few seconds.

The young man with brown hair and red eyes burned a ball of flame under his feet, pushing his body like a flamethrower and slowly falling from the sky.

The person coming was Connor.

Connor waved to the other direction, and a black and iron armored vehicle broke through the courtyard gate. Dozens of fully armed special service members entered one after another, quickly controlled the courtyard and arrested all the intruders from several major organizations.

The tension eased.

"You are here." Mo Yun waved his sword and pulled out a knife flower and inserted it backhand into the scabbard behind him.

"It seems that I'm coming at the right time." Connor smiled. "The Holy Plant Society is so crazy. This afternoon I got the news that their extremely fanatical members actually gathered publicly at the headquarters of the Holy Plant Society to worship the disgusting plants, which caused most of them to be infected with phytotic diseases and might even threaten the people in the entire city. After I got the news, I immediately rushed over with the special service team and concentrated on cleaning up the fanatics."

"Now, the Holy Plant is under our control."

“Good done.”

Mo Yun nodded and based on the information he had so far, he made a reaction that was most suitable for his identity in this parallel world. His expression was plain and he looked calm.

"I think Brother Yun can deal with this garbage even if I don't come." Connor said, "Has the Holy Child found it?"

"Well, Leng Shanhong took her away."

Ten minutes later, Mo Yun and Connor met Leng Shanhong again. When they found her, she had already taken the Saint Child away from the headquarters of the Saint-Trail Association and sat in Verina's jeep. They got into the jeep. Verina looked back at the little girl sitting in the back row in surprise and asked, "Mr. Mo, where are we going next?"

"Go back first, and then look for the research institute." Mo Yun said calmly, "I remember that there is a research institute for phytochemical diseases at the base of the island."

"Yes, mainly because there are no serum samples, the research has been stuck in the initial stage." Leng Shanhong turned her head and looked at the little girl beside her, "There is now a great increase in the determination to develop a vaccine."

"Will I die?" the little girl blinked, and a crystal light reflected from her dark green pupils.

"No." Leng Shanhong said softly, "It just needs a little blood from you."

"Will it hurt?" the girl asked.

"No." Leng Shanhong shook her head, "I believe my sister will definitely be fine."

"Okay." The Saint Child nodded.

"Do you have a name?" Leng Shanhong hesitated and asked.

"Some," the girl said softly, "My name is Alice Smirnov."

"Smirnov..." Conner curled his lips.

"It's probably how I read it...but I can't write..." Ellie whispered.

"It's okay, we'll call you Ellie in the future." Leng Shanhong smiled gently and introduced Mo Yun, Connor and others to her one by one. The few chatted one by one, the atmosphere in the car gradually eased, and Ellie's emotions gradually stabilized. Girls of this age are very sensitive and can easily distinguish the malice and kindness of the people around them. More than ten minutes later, the jeep returned to the "New Century" building.

"Connor, is it okay for the Secret Service?" Mo Yun asked.

"I've already explained it," Connor said. "Tonight the city is curfew, and no one is allowed to enter and exit Branagh."

"Mr. Conner is amazing." Verina gave a thumbs up and praised respectfully.

"Haha, I just did what I should do." Connor smiled.

"What are the people from the Free Trade Association?"

"Just jumping clown." Connor said indifferently, "The Special Service Team has the most powerful armed forces and should have been the rulers of Branagh. They have sharp swords, but they do not have the heart of swordsmen. I just help them regain their confidence."

"The heart of the swordsman?" Morverena smiled, "It's really an oriental metaphor."

"I have lived in the East with Brother Yun for two years." Connor glanced at Mo Yun deeply, and an inexplicable memorial feeling appeared in his pupils, and he sighed.

"So that's it." Verina exclaimed, "It's indeed a mysterious and talented country."

"Okay, we'll go back to the island immediately without further ado." Mo Yun urged.
To be continued...