"I'm better, prepare to take action. He probably won't last half an hour." The bodyguard urged Zhuo Fan.

"Um."

The two of them returned to the crowd in front of the bus, one after another.

The bodyguard whispered the plan to everyone. He whispered to each other, and most of them nodded.

"This is so exciting! I like it."

"For the sake of adults, fucking the fuck."

"Brothers, no matter what you do, I'm going to give it my best."

"I'll go and carry Lord Mel down..."

Zhuo Fan looked at them coldly, his attention was completely attracted by the person riding a bicycle.

The bicycles have gone from far to near, and have surpassed their location and headed towards the entrance.

The same entrance to the orange lights and the same twelve guards, they all stood up and saluted the people, and they were extremely respectful to the people.

"Welcome to Lord Nice back." The two guards in front said hello to the people.

Zhuo Fan and his group exchanged glances and slowly approached the city gate. Their group was like an irregular semicircle, slowly advancing in a manner that surrounded the city gate. Especially Zhuo Fan and the black-clad bodyguard, their two positions were at the end of the semicircle.

It can be said that the two of them are the sharp swords of the entire team, and they are responsible for the most dangerous and precise tasks.

The man got off the bicycle and pressed a red button on the front of the vehicle.

"Crack!Crack!"

The bicycle was folded up automatically in an instant, and finally folded into a metal stick with a length of a cane. On the short stick, the bell tied still made a tinging sound.

"Sir Nice, what did you gain from going out to explore today?" The guards guarding the city welcomed him enthusiastically.

"The harvest is nothing, I just found the wreckage of a reconnaissance saucer." His voice was not loud, but it was extremely clear.

Zhuo Fan and the black-clothed bodyguard were only twenty meters away from the target on the city gate. Zhuo Fan was suddenly stunned when he heard the conversation. He made a gesture, and the black-clothed bodyguard immediately stopped.

"Is the wreckage of the flying saucer the one I shot down?" Zhuo Fan's heart thumped.

"Is it destroyed?" the guard asked again.

"No, the parts are aging, and they fell down. Haha, I said a long time ago that you old flying saucers should be eliminated, so as not to be so shocked. I, the old guy who is about to see God, will come out."

"Yes, thank you Lord Nice for your hard work. This time the city lord's commission was a bit abrupt."

"Aging UFO? Isn't it the one I destroyed?" Zhuo Fan even more confused.

At the gate of the city, Nice laughed: "It's okay, I feel a little uncomfortable recently and I want to go out for a walk. I also think that when I go out, I might have some special gains."

"Oh? Then have you found what you want?"

Nice shook his head, his face kindly in the light: "No, I'm not looking for anything, baby, I'm looking for someone."

The black-clothed bodyguard at the other end of the city gate was already impatient and kept winking Zhuo Fan. Zhuo Fan let out a faint voice, then crossed his hands and made a pause gesture.

"Although I didn't find what I wanted..." Nice said and turned her head. Facing Zhuo Fan, he gently shook the metal stick in his hand, and the bell shaking "dingding" sounded.

Zhuo Fan looked at Nice in front of him. His brown hair, wrinkled skin, and bright eyes made him look like a wise man. It is particularly worth mentioning that his two yellow eyebrows and a star-shaped sign embroidered on his chest.

"The Five-Rare Star Magic Formation Sign? Is this person related to the [Mage Alliance]?" Zhuo Fan secretly guessed.

"But, I think I'm lucky. Because I found a good scholar with good talent." His words once again made everyone in the audience look at Zhuo Fan.

Under the dark orange light, Zhuo Fan's face turned pale. "He said this, it wasn't that he exposes my identity as a bodyguard. It's not easy to deal with now."

"Mystery?" Mel's subordinates and friends looked at Zhuo Fan in surprise. "Aren't he a third-level warrior from [Iron Blood Mercenary]?"

"The third-level warrior is actually a psychic? Sebastian is so powerful in his early twenties? I am now twenty, so why is the second-level warrior..."

"No wonder he is so strong as a monster. I can't beat him every time. It turns out that he has hidden a hand. It's so despicable."

"Level 3 warrior, psychic, my god, how much did Mel spend to hire him? Could it be that Mel made a fortune? He hired such a powerful bodyguard?"

Everyone didn't say anything, just looked at him strangely.

Only the black-clad bodyguard's expression remained unchanged. His hand was inserted into the pocket of his shirt, and his palms were not pulled out for a long time, constantly fiddling with something. If you listen carefully, you can hear a subtle "crack" sound.

Niss paused for a moment and said, "Little guy, are you going to the city too? Let's go along the way."

Zhuo Fan nodded. Under his sunglasses, no one could see his expression clearly: "It is such a clear hint that he means, what does he mean?"

Nice smiled, his back to the light, behind his palm: "Do you want to follow me? I just happen to be missing a [assistant]."

The black-clothed bodyguard in silence had a slight trembling arm, and his palms were pulled out and put them back in his pocket.

Nice said again: "You have something urgent to go back to the city, right? If you follow me now, the guards guarding the city will not continue to stop you."

He didn't look back, but just turned his back to the city gate and shouted: "Heroic guards, are you right about me, old guy?"

Except for a maverick guard stretched, the rest of the guards shouted in unison: "Yes, I dare not stop Lord Nice and Lord's assistant."

This time, the face of the bodyguard in black really changed. His left hand tightly grabbed his right hand that was reaching into his pocket.

Zhuo Fan nodded simply: "There is an urgent matter, and I am very willing to serve Lord Nice. But it is not possible now. After all... I am employed by Lord Mel and entrusted by someone, so it is impossible to change it easily."

More than ten meters away, the black-clad bodyguard in the shadow of the light breathed a sigh of relief.

"If I have the chance in the future, I will definitely visit you, Lord Nice."

Nice raised her thick earthy eyebrows and said, "Is that so? That's a bit regretful."

He was about to turn around. Zhuo Fan suddenly said, "If I agree, can you bring these people into the city? Lord Mel, one of us, suddenly became sick and needed treatment."

"This..." As he said that, Nice knocked on his metal cane, the bell shaking, and he shook his head.

"I can only help my assistant enter the city. As for other things, please forgive me for being powerless. It's not that I'm unwilling to help, but that I'm powerless."

Under the city gate, a young guard stepped forward: "Don't let it go. Lord Nice loves talents, and he has already given you face after saying so much. Why don't you thank Lord Nice quickly? This is your last chance."

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Chapter completed!