"boom!"

After killing the leader with one shot as usual to intimidate everyone, Yanhan began to look at everyone, looking for potential accomplices - as the number of companions continued to decrease, this process also became slow.

Yanhan asked everyone to stand in the small courtyard, and those she had confirmed asked them to go to the door one by one to line up. Just as she was identifying them one by one, one of the people at the door suddenly yelled, and then fell down.

The ground convulsed in pain: "Give, give me..."

"Spiritual addiction!" Yanhan's pupils shrank, and she quickly grabbed a bottle of spiritual fluid from the box in the center of the courtyard and rushed to the fallen man's side. She put down the gun, held the jade bottle in one hand and pinched his chin with the other, "Come on, open your mouth.

——”

At this moment, a black shadow suddenly burst out and rushed towards Yanhan! But Yanhan didn't look back, but the long sword behind him seemed to have eyes, and the thick sword body was like a light swimming fish.

He happily jumped out of the scabbard, turned back with agility, and stabbed into the sneak attacker's right shoulder!

"Hmph." Yanhan shook off the blood on the tip of the sword, "I guessed that you would make a sneak attack. Now -"

"——Don't move."

Yanhan turned her head, only to see that the air gun she had just placed on the ground had turned the head of the gun and pointed it at herself, and the person holding it... was the "spiritual addict" who was still lying on the ground convulsing just now.

"!

"Don't move!" The person holding the gun was a boy who was younger than Yanhan, holding the air gun nervously with both hands. "We have just seen the power of this thing! If you dare to move -"

"...I remember." Yanhan asked after a moment of silence, "You are indeed the new disciple of the War Department the year before last, right? Why?"

"Hahaha!" The sneak attacker just now covered his right shoulder and stood up to stop the trembling all over his body, "Of course that's because...

…”

"--clang!"

The young man holding the gun fired the gun the moment he noticed Yanhan's movements, but Yanhan's movements were faster than him. The huge long sword drew an extreme curve against the girl's hair at an unimaginable speed.

He blocked the trajectory of the gun shot - and pushed it out with all his strength, knocking the air gun out of the young man's hand.

"I don't know why you did this." Yanhan stood up, holding the long sword in her hand and said to the young man on the ground, "But now -"

"...Don't move."

An expression of astonishment finally appeared on Yanhan's face. She looked at the gunman this time: he was still a known person who she had judged to be safe, but at this time he was carrying a burning passion that was the same as that of the young man on the ground.

With his eyes, he pointed the gun at himself.

"Hahahahaha!" The previous sneak attacker laughed loudly regardless of his injuries, and continued what he had not finished, "Of course it is because: you are late!"

Some people lowered their heads, while more people raised their heads in response to the attacker's high-pitched words: "We are all comrades here!"

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"Snapped!"

On the temporary platform of the South Square, a loud whip fell on a middle-aged monk covered in scars. It seemed that he was numb to the whippings that he had lost count of, and the original painful expression on the middle-aged monk's face was almost gone.

What happened was that his body shook instinctively - this made the whipper very dissatisfied. After handing the whip back to the leader on the stage, he spat with unfulfilled interest: "Bah! Master Dog!"

"That's right!" The leader said with a cheerful smile, "That's Hall Master Dog! As the master of Hall Danbu, this person usually relies on his power to be mean and bullying.

Why should he oppress me? Is he nobler than us? No! We are all the same!"

In the corner below the stage, Zhang Zhaoqing watched all this in silence. She also knew the monk who was being whipped on the stage. He was indeed a master of the Alchemy Department. He did a lot of immoral things on weekdays and was often raped by the lower-level monks below.

Cursing behind the scenes.

Now that these curses were finally brought out from behind the scenes, Zhang Zhaoqing felt a little happy - but at the same time, there was also some faint uneasiness.

...What exactly is wrong?

"Hey, it's your turn!"

A push from the person next to her brought Zhang Zhaoqing back to her senses. She raised her head to meet the eyes of the people on the stage, and then realized that it was her turn. Zhang Zhaoqing calmed down, walked onto the temporary platform, and took the hand of the leader.

The whip was calmly dipped in salt water.

Holding the whip that was still dripping with water, Zhang Zhaoqing lowered his head and looked at the middle-aged monk who was kneeling on the ground and almost unconscious, but was fixed by the shackles and could not fall down. He felt a little dazed for a moment.

This guy is indeed not a good person, but... what is wrong with him?

Just when she was about to get distracted again, someone suddenly squeezed through the crowd and walked up to the leader and whispered a few words. The leader's expression did not change when he heard the words, and he patted the speaker on the shoulder and said a few words of encouragement: "——Take the lead.

Come up!"

A passage was barely separated from the crowd, and two people carried a tightly tied girl onto the platform and threw her to the ground.

"Everyone!" the leader shouted through the loudspeaker again, "In addition to the dog hall master, we just captured this woman!"
Chapter completed!