"I have another storage bag here, it should be big enough to fit."
Wen Zuo took the storage bag from Yun Chen and examined it closely. In fact, it looked no different from an ordinary small cloth bag. "Do you want me to drip blood?"
"You can use it directly."
Wen Zuo nodded and put the items scattered around his feet into his storage bag one by one. After putting the stratosphere into the space card, he could still put more things in. It took him five or six minutes to put everything back. In those few short minutes, except for the items in the boxes, all of their belongings were examined.
The young man who had been ahead of them in line and mocked them earlier sneered, "No wonder someone so weak could get into the legion, turns out he's got connections. Heh, this isn't a place for you to play hide-and-seek."
After he said this, the others around him actually showed signs of agreement. After all, their judgment wasn't too bad. They had clearly seen what Mo Shuwan had taken outside, and when they saw that they were all gray-level soldiers, they naturally assumed that they were connected by connections.
"The alliance has really fallen. Now they can even let this kind of trash in. If they actually went to the battlefield, wouldn't they be so scared that they'd wet their pants?"
“Wetting their pants is not a big deal, what I’m worried about is that they’ll embarrass the alliance and make those foreign invaders think that our alliance can only produce this kind of trash.”
Mo Shuwan wasn't affected by the mockery. She knew her own abilities and didn't need others' approval or disapproval to judge her strength. She just felt something was strange. They hadn't done anything wrong, so why had they attracted so much hatred? Now it seemed like anyone could step on them.
However, Wen Zuo and the others' eyes turned cold, especially Cheng Hua and Yun Chen, whose murderous intent was clearly revealed. If it were any other time, they would have rushed up to vent their anger, but now they all turned to look at Mo Shuwan.
"Captain, can we make a move?"
Mo Shuwan glanced at Cheng Hua and Yun Chenjing, who were almost unable to contain themselves, and then looked at Wen Zuo. Seeing that he was also silent and did not intend to stop it, she looked helplessly at the soldier standing next to her and asked, "Do military regulations prohibit soldiers from fighting?"
When Mo Shuwan asked that question, the expressions of the soldiers who were watching changed slightly. One of them said, "The Fifth Legion does not prohibit fighting for any reason. As long as no one dies, no innocent people are harmed, and no order is disrupted, you can fight however you want."
The people who had just spoken mockingly all stood up straight at this moment. They looked at Mo Shuwan and the others with eyes that looked at ants. After all, Mo Shuwan and the others were only gray-level soldiers, and they knew all too well the strength that gray-level soldiers represented.
"It's been a while since I taught anyone a lesson. It's rare that you guys are willing to walk right into my door and ask for a beating. Brothers, let me have my fun in the first round. What do you guys think?"
"Heh, whatever you want, but be careful if you get killed. Not only will we not get our fun, but you'll also be court-martialed."
"At least keep a complete one."
Mo Shuwan turned to look at Cheng Hua and the others, "Go."
After receiving Mo Shuwan's consent, Cheng Hua and Yun Chen immediately rushed out. Their speed made the faces of the laughing crowd change. When the muffled groan came, the mocking smiles on their faces had not even disappeared.
Liu Dongcheng and Chen Jiaxu also went out.
"I went too."
Mo Shuwan reached out and took Wen Zuo's arm. "Don't get hurt."
"Um."
After Wen Zuo left, only Mo Shuwan remained standing there. She looked at the square, which had become a mess, and glanced around. Seeing some shameless people rushing towards her, she hesitated for a few seconds between hand-to-hand combat and the silver bow. In the end, Mo Shuwan chose the silver bow.
Why use a difficult method when there is a simpler solution?
She calmly drew back the bowstring, and arrows of two elements appeared on the string simultaneously, taking shape in the blink of an eye. "I don't really want to fight you guys."
As the last note faded, the arrow, which had swiftly left the bowstring, was already in front of the group. The relaxed smiles on their faces instantly vanished, and the pressure they felt from the arrow made them hesitant to use their hands to catch it.
While they were already locked in a fierce battle, soldiers continued to lead various small teams into the square, without even glancing at them. After completing their tasks with the wooden pieces, the soldiers left the square immediately.
The battle began unexpectedly, but ended quickly.
Cheng Hua unceremoniously trampled the guy who had just said he wanted to be the first to go out and have some fun under his foot, and asked with a smile, "How was it? Did you enjoy it?"
Feeling refreshed after the fight, Wen Zuo returned to Mo Shuwan's side and said with a smile, "I've become much stronger, but I have a vague feeling that there are some more important things that I haven't been able to discover yet."
Mo Shuwan couldn't help but grab Wen Zuo's hand. "I just looked closely, and there seemed to be a glint between your fingers when you were fighting?"
"Really? I didn't really notice."
"Yes, I see it. Let's go choose a place to stay first, and then we'll study it in more detail later."
When Mo Shuwan finished speaking, Cheng Hua and the others returned. Chen Jiaxu whispered, "Now I finally understand why some really powerful guys insist on causing trouble for the weak. It feels so good to crush others!"
They weren't bothered by the fierce stares directed at them from all around. They looked around with the backpacks that had just been distributed and finally chose a spot near the edge of the square to pitch their tents.
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