Just when the young man was riding a tiger, three men wearing dark green robes, high boots, and black hats came over. They also held a short black stick in their hands.
"Get out of the way, don't block the road."
The three men shouted loudly and waved their short sticks at the same time to separate the crowd and walked up to the middle-aged warrior and the young man.
"Damn, why are the patrols here?"
"Push nm push, rush to reincarnate."
"Why don't these people die?"
"..."
It can be heard from the words of the surrounding crowd that most residents hate these three people. These three people have similar identities to law enforcement officers and are mainly responsible for the security of the city.
However, it may be because their rights are not restricted, so some people are likely to use this right to satisfy their own desires. Therefore, these people hate the patrol members so much.
The excessive concentration of power in Magic City has led to a high degree of corruption, which can easily cause riots. Fortunately, this is an era where force is supreme, otherwise a rebellion might have broken out in Magic City long ago.
"Why are you still hanging around here? If you don't leave quickly, believe it or not, I will arrest you all." The tallest of the three patrolmen frowned and shouted at the crowd around him.
"What are you pulling on? I don't know how big an official you are."
"That's right, aren't they just a bunch of errands? What kind of airs do they have?"
"..."
Although the pedestrians around were very dissatisfied with these patrols, they could only obey and leave here. If they were caught by the patrols, they would be in trouble.
After seeing all the pedestrians around him leaving, the tall patrolman immediately came between the middle-aged samurai and the young man in a flattering manner.
"Two adults, is there any conflict between you two?" the tall patrolman asked, mentally cursing the two fools not to cause trouble here, why not go somewhere else?
"Oh, it's not a big deal. It's just that Mr. Magic Tower ignored the decree issued by the Magic Tower and used magic at will in the city and attacked ordinary people." The middle-aged samurai said with a hint of ridicule.
The tall patrolman immediately agreed with what the middle-aged samurai said. It was not that they knew each other, but that the middle-aged samurai had a temperament that made people think what he said was true.
"Mr. Magician, is what he said true?" the tall patrolman asked. If he had just arrested ordinary people, these people with any background would be really troublesome.
Even if you offend someone if you arrest him, you will still offend him if you don't. In the eyes of ordinary people, his job is very prestigious, but behind the scenes there are huge risks.
The young man didn't seem to want to answer, but after thinking about it, he nodded with an ugly face. The patrol officers didn't say anything more. In their opinion, this was not a big problem.
"Mr. Samurai..." the tall patrolman shouted flatteringly.
"My name is Wade." The middle-aged warrior said.
"Mr. Wade, since Mr. Magician already knows that he was wrong, why not just let it go?" the tall patrolman asked.
The middle-aged samurai said: "Okay, I said, he just needs to apologize to this gentleman."
"No, no, since this gentleman already knows that he was wrong, I think it's better to just let it go." The man who was attacked touched his head and said awkwardly.
"Yes, yes, he's right." The tall patrolman immediately agreed, giving the man a knowing look.
The young man was overjoyed and quickly shouted: "Yes, I already know I was wrong. Since he has forgiven me, can I go?"
The middle-aged warrior glanced helplessly at the man who was attacked, and then at the young man who looked a little proud. He could only nod and let him go.
The middle-aged samurai sighed. The reason why he did this just now was not only to help the ordinary man, but also to beat the young man. Otherwise, he would not persist like this.
But the person being bullied is just an ordinary person. If he persists, it will only do harm to him, but no good.
The middle-aged samurai felt helpless. He was a man with a strong sense of justice, otherwise he would not have helped. He wanted to maintain the order of the Magic City, but the other party's background was too big, making him very powerless.
"Okay, since this gentleman has forgiven him, so be it." The middle-aged warrior said helplessly.
"Thank you." The ordinary person who was attacked said quickly.
"Thank you, sir." the patrolman said respectfully.
"Humph." The young man snorted coldly and walked through the crowd towards the magic tower.
When he left, he glared at the middle-aged samurai fiercely, cursing him for meddling in his own business. He wanted to remember the appearance of the middle-aged samurai and wait for an opportunity to take revenge in the future.
Fang Yu admired the middle-aged samurai very much and had his own principles. If they met outside, they might be able to get to know each other. The middle-aged samurai turned around and left in despair, no longer paying attention to the people behind him who were grateful to him.
"Let's go, follow." Fang Yu and Xuanya left the place and chased the young magician.
Walking to a deserted alley, the young magician suddenly started to curse. Fang Yu took advantage of the other person's curse and slapped him on the back of the head. The young magician instantly fell to the ground and fainted.
"God-Forging Technique—Soul Resonance."
Fang Yu closed his eyes and put his hand on the magician's head. A weak soul power poured into the magician's mind and began to entangle with his soul.
When the two souls had a certain rapport, Fang Yu increased the output of his soul power. Suddenly, some strange memories suddenly appeared in front of Fang Yu's eyes, and the memory pictures were pushed from the present to the past.
It didn't take long for Fang Yu to accept the memory of the other party from the present to the past when he first joined the Magic Tower. Fang Yu then untied the shackles on his soul and took back the power of his soul.
Fang Yu opened his eyes and said breathlessly: "That's it."
Xuanya looked at Fang Yu, who was sweating profusely and obviously very tired, and said distressedly: "Is your skill okay? Don't risk your future for something you don't know."
"Don't worry, I'll be fine." After Fang Yu finished speaking, he closed his eyes and began to restore his cultivation.
Just as Fang Yu was recovering from his injuries, snowflakes began to float in the sky. Xuanya was surprised and quietly stayed by Fang Yu's side.
Not long after, Fang Yu's complexion improved a lot. At this moment, he gradually stopped practicing and opened his eyes.
"How is your health?" Xuanya asked eagerly.
"No problem." Fang Yu said.
"That's good." Xuanya breathed a sigh of relief, then pointed at the magician lying on the ground and asked, "What should he do?"