The black-clad guard who fired the shot found himself frozen in place, unable to move, with fear in his blue eyes.

Is this Eastern witchcraft?

He Mozhao, who was fighting, had to stop because the others stopped. He curled his lips as he was not satisfied, and looked at Baili Xiyao who was blocking the way in front of him and passing through the bullet stopped in mid-air, and glared coldly at the black-clad guard who was immobilized.

"Xixi~" the tone was aggrieved, and Baili Xiyao's eyes became even colder. He raised his fingertips and lightly tapped the bullet hanging in the air.

The next second, the bullet changed direction and went straight through the black-clad guard's eyebrows.

Until his death, the fear in the black-clad guard's eyes never disappeared.

After dealing with the black-clad guards, Baili Xiyao lost his patience. He turned around and said gently to He Mozhao, "Baby, catch it." Then he disappeared from the spot, appeared behind Warren, and kicked Warren in front of He Mozhao.

Only after beating Warren into a pig's head did He Mozhao stop with satisfaction, clapped his hands, and appeared beside Baili Xiyao with a smile. He rested his head on Baili Xiyao's shoulder, pressed his whole body weight on Baili Xiyao, and said softly: "Tired~"

"Then let's go home?"

Baili Xiyao naturally picked up He Mozhao and asked him in a low voice. Seeing him nod in response, he left behind the half-dead Warren and the remaining group of relatively healthy black-clad guards and left.

After a short rest, a group of black-clad guards sent out several people to carry the unconscious Warren and prepare to leave the base. As for the theft of the base's weapons, they could only wait until Warren woke up to see what was happening.