As soon as Zhao Xiaoyue finished speaking, seven or eight people, all dressed in camouflage-like uniforms, gradually gathered around them.
The men were tall and burly, all carrying guns. Yu Muqi, exuding an imposing aura, asked, "What's going on? Who are you?"
Among these people, a slightly older man in a suit stepped forward politely and asked, "Excuse me, are Sixth Master and the Hunter at the helm?"
"I am Master Yu Qi, spit it out!"
The man frowned. "Then I'm afraid I'll have to trouble you two."
The man in the suit glanced at the calm child leaning against the pillar before hesitatingly said, "Two of you."
Then he turned around and ordered in English, "Since it's not their Sixth Master or the helmsman, search them, then handcuff and blindfold them."
Two burly men then approached and began to search them.
These men all raised their guns and pointed them at them. The man in the suit said, "Hands up!"
Yu Muqi certainly wouldn't obediently wait to be searched. Just as he was about to retaliate, someone held a gun to his head.
Zhao Xiaoyue: "..."
That's awkward.
She was so frightened that she quickly dodged away.
Then, a man quickly removed the soft knife that Yu Muqi had hidden in his belt.
If they have guns during security checks, they can go straight to "chat" (a euphemism for being detained or imprisoned), forever.
They were intercepted before they even left the airport after getting off the plane; there was no time for them to prepare their weapons.
When they were about to search Zhao Xiaoyue, she walked up to the man in the suit and said with innocent eyes, "I don't want them to search me, you can search me, Uncle."
She smiled innocently, and her shallow dimples made her incredibly cute.
Children, in the subconscious of any human being, are perceived as having no fighting power or ability to cause harm.
The man took another step closer, crouched down to search the man, and the moment his hand reached out, the still-laughing man suddenly swiftly struck him in the neck, slashing at his carotid artery. The man in the suit instantly lost consciousness, and Zhao Xiaoyue then subdued him and moved towards Yu Muqi.
Only two or three seconds had passed when he said in English with a local accent, "Don't move, or I'll cripple him!"
It took the group a moment to realize what was happening. They raised their guns, aimed them at the two men, but didn't dare to fire.
The man in the suit woke up in pain again. The pain in his arm made him break out in a cold sweat, and he couldn't break free from the little boy's hand, which was gripping his arm like an iron shackle.
"Throw two guns over here," he said, then slammed his knee into the man in the suit's spine, the force causing the veins in the man's neck to bulge in pain. "Tell them not to make any rash moves, or I'll really cripple you."
The man in the suit winced in pain and quickly said, "Don't move, do as she says!"
It has been proven that you should never underestimate an enemy, regardless of their age.
Then Zhao Xiaoyue threw the two guns at Yu Muqi's feet and said, "Pick up the guns and lean against me."
Yu Muqi did as instructed.
The man in the suit took a breath and asked, "May I ask who you are?"
Zhao Xiaoyue nudged him with her knee. "Do you have the right to talk to me? Let's go find your boss."
Then Yu Muqi, holding a gun, leaned against Zhao Xiaoyue, and the two moved to the base of the wall, switching places. Zhao Xiaoyue was small, so it looked ridiculous for her to hold the gun. Yu Muqi controlled the man in the suit, and someone led the way to the car.
Ten minutes later, they arrived at a port, boarded a yacht, and headed towards the Dragon Travel Department.
We drove around the sea and rocky islands for about two hours before finally getting to our destination.
These supposedly clever tricks couldn't escape Zhao Xiaoyue's eyes.
The Dragon Realm is located on an island in the high seas of the South Pacific.
Near the island, whether at sea or on the island, there are guards every three steps and sentries every five steps.
When they arrived at their destination, two rows of mercenaries stood with guns at their sides. The man standing in front of them was Vara, the third leader of the Dragon Path!
When Vara saw that Longxing's second-in-command, Bai Qun, had been arrested, he was quite surprised.
Immediately, the people on the shore raised their weapons and aimed them at the people coming down.
Vala remained quite calm, stepping forward to signal to Yu Muqi, "By capturing our second-in-command, Hunter's Helmsman means they don't want you anymore."
Yu Muqi's heart was filled with shock. Was this Long Xing's second brother in a white dress?
He didn't speak, but simply controlled the people. Vara frowned, "Is the helmsman mute?"
Then, "Hehe, hahaha, I didn't expect the current leader of the Hunters to be a mute, this is hilarious!"
It's clear that Vara has mistaken someone for someone else.
Zhao Xiaoyue slowly walked from behind Yu Muqi to the front, her hands in her pockets, and said, "Could you please lead the way?"
Yu Muqi held the hostage firmly. Just as Bai Qun was about to shout when she saw Wala, Zhao Xiaoyue kicked a pebble with her toe, hitting an acupoint on Bai Qun's neck. Bai Qun immediately lost her voice, and her throat became red and swollen.
Vara's expression changed. "May I ask who this little friend is...?"
Zhao Xiaoyue casually replied, "The person your boss wants to see."
Vara was taken aback. When did Master He want to see a little baby?
But seeing that even the girl in the white dress was captured, that little kid's skill was truly impressive.
"Make way," he said to the person in front of him. "Please, sir."
Zhao Xiaoyue thought this sounded strange; very few people address others like that these days.
Yu Muqi looked at the little girl walking ahead, her aura overwhelming the mercenaries. Because he was holding a hostage, he dared not be distracted at all.
After entering through the gate, which resembled a bandit stronghold, and seeing the dilapidated bandit den, Zhao Xiaoyue felt speechless.
When I first heard the name "Dragon's Journey Division," I thought it was some kind of high-class place, but I was wrong...
Further in, there were cement walls, gray and several meters high, made of reinforced concrete. A steel gate, weighing several tons, was a drawbridge-style structure. As people approached, the chains, as thick as an adult's arm, rattled, and the gate slammed shut.
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