When the guard raised his hand high again, the whip gleamed with a cold light.

Seeing that the whipping was about to come down again, Gao He turned pale with fright.

"Stop hitting me, stop hitting me!" Gao He's voice was filled with a pitiful sob.

His body trembled violently with extreme fear, and his limbs instinctively crawled forward desperately, trying to get as far away from the whip that was about to fall as possible.

"Smack!"

The whip lashed the three of them again.

Song Deng and Kang Le, who were lying on the ground to the side, gritted their teeth and could only watch helplessly as the guards swung their whips.

The two quickly lowered their heads, enduring the pain as they crawled forward, not daring to utter another word.

Having been whipped again, the three men were now filled with even deeper resentment towards Li Yu.

"Li Yu, this isn't over yet," Gao He gritted his teeth, enduring the pain.

As if Li Yu were the one who had just whipped them, hatred continued to spread in their hearts.

After a quick patrol, the guards hurriedly led the three back to the canyon entrance to prepare for battle.

In front of the canyon mouth.

The situation between the two sides is escalating and a conflict is imminent.

"Charge! There are so many of us, we're not afraid of them!" someone suddenly shouted from the crowd.

“Yes, we can’t let them continue to run rampant like this!” another refugee angrily echoed.

The anger in the crowd spread rapidly, like gunpowder that had been ignited.

They started shouting, and their voices grew louder and louder.

"Charge!"

"Charge!"

The shouts from the crowd grew louder and louder, and the refugees began to slowly surge towards the canyon like a surging tide.

Looking at the agitated crowd below, the wealthy businessman revealed a cold smile.

He waved his hand, and the people behind him immediately began to move.

A cannon was slowly pushed out, and standing next to it was Zhang Biao.

"Hmph, they're courting death."

The wealthy merchant's eyes held a hint of disdain, as if mocking the displaced people's overestimation of their abilities.

He knew that the existence of this cannon was enough to make these refugees think twice.

"What is that?"

Upon seeing the cannon, the refugees instantly calmed down.

They knew perfectly well what the appearance of this cannon meant.

"This cannon..."

Who are those people?

"It's the Montenegro Safety Zone!"

The refugees' eyes were filled with disbelief.

"They actually mixed up with the people from the Golden Summit Safe Zone."

"They're truly cut from the same cloth," someone sneered, their tone filled with anger.

After the cannons were brought out, the two sides were once again locked in a stalemate, and the refugees were at a loss.

A group of people slowly walked in from behind the crowd.

Despite the crowd blocking the way ahead, the procession showed no sign of detouring or turning around.

Their goal was clear: they headed straight for the mouth of the canyon.

When the refugees behind saw the procession clearly, they were all shocked and involuntarily made way for each other.

They didn't even dare to block the way for the team's advance.

In the middle of the procession, a very young boy sat atop a tall camel.

"Is that the Holy Son?"

"My God, it really is the Holy Son."

The refugees in the shelter had a look of awe in their eyes.

"Why isn't the Holy Son in the shelter?"

Some of the refugees were filled with doubt; they couldn't understand why the Holy Son would appear here.

The sounds of commotion rose from the crowd, quickly attracting everyone's attention.

At this moment, Wang Tianzhao sat lazily on the camel, without even raising his head.

Just as the rain was about to drip onto Wang Tianzhao, it all miraculously disappeared.

He was holding a small square box in his hand, and he seemed to be completely absorbed in it.

Wang Tianzhao was completely unconcerned about what was happening in front of him or the noisy crowd around him; he just stared intently at the small box.

As Wang Tianzhao pressed the buttons rapidly, a "biubiu" sound could be heard from inside the box from time to time.

Under everyone's watchful eyes.

Wang Tianzhao rode his camel slowly and leisurely through the crowd, heading straight for the canyon entrance.

The commander in charge of clearing the way didn't take the Golden Summit security guards blocking the road in the distance seriously at all.

Suddenly, several groups rushed out from the crowd and knelt down beside Wang Tianzhao's group, their faces filled with panic.

"Patrol Team Three, Captain Zhao Gang, pays his respects to the Holy Son."

"Patrol Team Nine, requesting to return to the team."

"Patrol Team Five, the rescue arrived too late."

The people kept their heads down, not daring to raise them.

They never expected that after taking the opportunity to escape the shelter, they would actually encounter the Holy Son.

Recalling the strict regulations and brutal methods of the safe zone, several team leaders broke out in a cold sweat.

After waiting for a while, Wang Tianzhao noticed that the rain camel had stopped.

He glanced at the kneeling people out of the corner of his eye, his hand still rapidly pressing the box, and casually uttered a single sentence:

"good!"

Upon hearing this, the commander hurriedly walked over and urged the group, "What are you all standing there for? Get back to your units immediately."

"yes!"

The members of the three patrol teams stood up tremblingly, wiped the cold sweat and rain from their faces, and followed behind the camel.

Back in their unit, the three captains finally breathed a sigh of relief, as if they had just escaped from the brink of death.

Some patrol members also witnessed this scene.

However, instead of returning to their unit, they quietly retreated and hid in the crowd.

"Make way, let's move forward!" the commander shouted, and the crowd quickly moved to the left and right sides, clearing the way.

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