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In the small courtyard, Future's arm was strangled by a big white man, and at the same time, a dagger with a cold light was pressed against her neck.
Opposite her stood a young man in his 30s. Although he was dressed in designer clothes from head to toe, he still couldn't hide the vulgarity in his expression.
"Hahaha, little girl, although I know you have some abilities, you still can't escape from my grasp.
Mage, after all, you still need time to prepare. As long as I move quickly enough, you won't be able to resist at all."
"Blank, you despicable person, you dare to plot against our saint, please let her go immediately."
Around the courtyard, Wood and others held firearms in their hands, pointing directly at the young man and a dozen bodyguards in black suits behind them.
It's a pity that although they are angry, they don't dare to take any action. After all, the saint is in their hands.
"Wood, damn guy, you were the one who beat me last time. Today I am going to settle things with you completely."
Blanc glanced at the people around him with disdain. Now I order you to put down your guns quickly, otherwise I will let someone scratch this little girl's face.
Although Future was taken hostage, he didn't look too panicked.
"Wood, don't listen to this guy."
She is very aware of the current situation. Once she surrenders, she will have no choice but to be slaughtered by others.
There was a trace of struggle on Wood's face, and now he didn't know what to choose.
"Oh, you're pretty tough, aren't you?" Blanc smiled slyly, and then shouted to the big white man, "Kahn, give this little girl some blood, but don't move your face. Wait a minute, Master.
I still want to play.”
"yes!"
The big white man named Kahn agreed and waved the dagger in his hand, ready to stab Future's arm.
"Wait a moment."
Wood threw the gun in his hand to the ground and finally chose to surrender.
As a warrior of the Tu tribe, if the knife was pierced into his body, he would not even frown. But now that the future is in the opponent's hands, he cannot let the saint be harmed in the slightest no matter what.
In his opinion, the reason why the saint was attacked by the opponent was because he failed to protect her, and he was filled with guilt and self-blame.
"now it's right."
Blanc smiled proudly, "As well as those people behind you, I obediently threw away their guns."
Wood turned around and waved his hand: "Brothers, throw away your guns."
After receiving the order, the Tu people threw their guns on the ground without any hesitation. "Yes, you people are quite loyal."
Blanc walked over with a sinister smile on his face. Suddenly his expression changed and he punched Wood in the face with an extremely fierce punch.
The punch was so heavy and ruthless that it sent Wood flying seven to eight meters, and the blood from his nose and mouth instantly spurted out.
"You bastard, I wanted to play with this little girl last time. You dared to do something to me. I have to destroy you today."
After Blanco finished speaking, he walked towards Wood again.
Wood's eyes were full of anger, but the saint was in the opponent's hands, and he did not dare to resist at all.
"Blank, you bastard, stop it."
Future roared angrily.
"Little girl, don't worry, I will play with you again later."
Blanc showed a crazy look, stretched out his tongue and licked his lips, "It's been a long time since I played with such an innocent little girl like you."
Wood roared angrily: "Damn it, if you dare to lay a finger on the Saint, I won't let you go even if I become a ghost."
"Really? Then let's wait until you become a ghost and see if you have that ability."
After Blanc finished speaking, he stretched out his hand, and a bodyguard immediately handed him a baseball bat.
"Boy, you are just a slave, and you still dare to yell at me. Let me see how long you can handle it.
By the way, don't hide. If you do, the little girl will suffer."
After making the despicable threat, Blank looked ferocious, swung the baseball bat in his hand and hit Wood hard on the arm.
"don't want!"
Future wanted to struggle and stop him, but Kahn held him down tightly. He couldn't use any strength at all, and he couldn't even commit suicide.
There was a click, followed by the heartbreaking sound of bone cracking, and Wood's arm was forcibly beaten into two pieces by Blanc.
But he was indeed tough. Even though his arm was broken, he didn't even frown or make any sound, as if the hit wasn't his arm.
"Oh, you are such a tough dog. Let me see how long you can last."
Without any intention of stopping, Blanc raised the baseball bat in his hand again and broke the other arm, then the left leg, and the right leg with a click.
"Wood, run quickly and leave me alone!"
Future's distressed eyes were red with tears streaming down his face, but he was so controlled that he couldn't even do anything about it.
She wanted to use spells to kill the guys in front of her, but Kahn was very experienced in dealing with spell practitioners. She was interrupted at the beginning and couldn't use a complete spell.
"Why are you just standing there stupidly? Do you have to do it myself? I'll kill all those guys!"
Blanc was not satisfied with the status quo. With a wave of his hand, the bodyguards behind him immediately rushed towards the other indigenous people.
Like Wood, those people had endless loyalty to the Saint and had no fear of death. Although they were beaten with scars, they did not resist at all.
"Stop it, bastard, stop it!"
Seeing his own people being harmed by others, but being unable to do anything, Future's eyes were filled with despair.
At this moment, the man's words appeared in her mind.
"As a saint, your greater responsibility is to let the people live a good life, instead of living in hatred all the time."
At this moment, Future regretted it. The man was right. He should not be so persistent. Hatred could not help his people, it could only make the Tu people decline further and further until they were destroyed.
A flash of madness flashed across Blanc's face, and he stepped on Wood's chest: "Damn you guys, you can't even make a sound when you're beaten, how can you enjoy this?
Bark! Hurry up and bark like a dog for me!"
This guy is a bit neurotic and looks more like a lunatic.
"Bah! We Tu people are not cowards, don't even think about it!"
Although Wood's limbs were broken, he had no intention of surrendering, and a mouthful of blood sprayed on Blanc's face.
"You bastard, then just go die."
Blanc stretched out his hand to wipe the blood from his face, his eyes full of cruel killing intent.
He grabbed Wood by the collar, threw him high, and then kicked him in the chest.
With a muffled bang, Wood was kicked out more than ten meters. He completely lost control of his body in mid-air and crashed into a boulder next to him.
In his current physical condition, if he hits his head, he will immediately turn into a rotten watermelon.
"Hahaha, go to hell."
Blanc laughed crazily, looking forward to seeing Wood's brain explode.
At this moment, a figure flashed, and a young man appeared in front of Wood. He picked him up with one hand and placed him gently on the ground next to him.
Feeling that he was not dead, Wood opened his eyes. When he saw Ye Bufan, he was stunned for a moment, and then shouted: "Dr. Ye, why are you here? Leave quickly, that guy is a lunatic."
