Night is the best disguise, and in the streets and alleys, in the dark corners, there are a pair of eyes that are coldly watching the movement on the street.

Pink down jacket, red woolen hat, young Lan Xin is holding a flying knife painted black in his hand.

When the orphanage was raided last night, Lan Xin chose to escape, because, with her strength, if it was a head-on confrontation, three or five people could take her down, and, for some reason, Lan Xin would feel extremely frightened and even tremble when she saw a large group of men.

So she fled, and the directionless escape made her lost, and a child of her age is easy to get lost.

By the time she overcame her fears and dark memories and made her way back to the orphanage, the not-so-large orphanage was empty.

But fortunately, Mo Xie has no reservations about Lan Xin's teachings, in addition to not being able to directly open the door to the spiritual treasure house for Lan Xin, he can be said to have taught him all the skills of using spiritual power, although he himself is also a half-ass.

Lan Xin is a very talented child, but she was born in the world, otherwise there would definitely be more than N famous magicians/telekinesis vying to take her as an apprentice.

With the experience and skills accumulated in the past when she was in the society, Lan Xin found the whereabouts of everyone in the orphanage, the children were imprisoned in an abandoned warehouse in the town, Aunt Wang was sent to the hospital, and Li Xinmei was detained alone in a special cell at the police station.

Lan Xin didn't know why these people were arrested, but the concept of 'official non-personnel' had long been deeply rooted in her head, in the past, when her mother was lying in bed, she had never seen anyone come to the door to send warmth, and in the past, when she was bullied by a few birds, she had never seen a green-skinned guy break into the door. She had only seen her mother finally fall ill and die, and before her mother finally fell ill, a group of uniformed men were brought to the door and forcibly took away their real estate deeds from a man she had never met, she had only seen green-skinned, pot-bellied men taking an unknown amount of money from her brothers several times a month, and even, on several occasions, they had bullied her and made her miserable.

"These people...... They should all be killed!"

Pain and hatred made Lan Xin clench her hands, and at that time, she had made such an oath.

And today, she took the first step on the way to fulfill her vow.

She killed the guards in the cell in a sneak attack, and then rushed to the warehouse to try to free the children, and she succeeded in the first and failed in the latter.

Compared with the absent-mindedness of the police guarding Li Xinmei, the police guarding the children are obviously more 'dedicated', Lan Xin has no chance to sneak attack at all, and there is no reason for her little girl to appear alone near the abandoned warehouse.

She wanted to lurk near the warehouse and wait for the right time, but she couldn't wait until the sun went down.

If you don't have a chance, create it!

Because of the events of the day, the town is already full of sirens, and if something happens tonight, the guards guarding the warehouse will be greatly weakened, right?

Lan Xin only had some immature thoughts in her head, but she firmly believed that she was right.

"Click!"

A police car drove down the street outside the alley, the siren stopped somewhere, and the four officers got out of the car, the sound of the door opening and closing caught Lan Xin's attention.

Like a civet cat, Lan Xin ran and jumped in the alley, her mental cultivation was not enough to support her weight, but there was no problem with speeding it up.

"Boom!"

During the run, the four flying knives in the backpack behind Lan Xin's back automatically flew into her hands, plus the original one in her hand, a total of five flying knives were grasped by her with both hands.

It was her only means of attack, monotonous, but deadly.

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At the capital airport, there has been a large number of guys in suits and leather shoes on standby since the morning.

"Welcome to the President of Utan, Mr. Saliman, and the delegation of Utan. ”

The banner, which was half a meter wide and three meters long, was opened, and it also accompanied these guys to wait here all day.

The greeting staff had already changed shifts for two shifts, and just as the third shift and their boss were preparing to swipe through the news to see if there was a crash, the delegation they had been waiting for for a day finally appeared at the exit gate.

The leader is a man less than 1.6 meters tall, wearing a suit and a trench coat, after the designer's unique design, this simple outfit is indescribably capable and handsome - even if this man's height and face are below the level of a normal person.

There were dozens of big men around him, and behind him was a team of people, all in black suits, this atmosphere of the real underworld was still choking even if it was dozens of meters away.

Without asking, or even checking photos, the person in charge of greeting them can be sure that the person who is coming in front of them is the main one.

"Welcome to the Celestial Empire!"

Ordinary employees can stand in shifts, and it is not so comfortable as the main person in charge, Yan Xianhua is unfortunately such an unlucky ghost, at this moment, he was the first to greet him and stretched out his right hand to the leader with a smiling face.

Yan Xianhua is already in his forties, his hair is combed in the style of the Mediterranean, his face is oily, and he looks like a guy with a belly of fat and cream.

Such a person does not have much energy.

For the guy who made him wait for almost a whole day, he could recognize it even if he turned to ashes, and at this moment, although he smiled and stretched out his hand, he had already scolded in his heart.

"Sorry, Mr. President is tired, please take us to the hotel as soon as possible. ”

The kindness shown by suppressing the anger was not taken seriously, and Sariman did not shake Yan Xianhua's hand, but a person who followed him grabbed Yan Xianhua's hand first, and the other party spoke in Chinese with round words, which seemed to be a portable translator.

"It must be as soon as possible!"

Yan Xianhua didn't have a good seizure, so he had to make a 'please' gesture to everyone with a promise in his mouth.

After staying here all day, he almost dizzy his eyes, and when he looked at the behavior of these people, even the last bit of enthusiasm was suddenly consumed.

He just wanted to find a place to do a massage now, well, a special massage, so he made a gesture to his cronies at the moment, meaning that he should arrange it as soon as possible, while he himself looked dedicated, all the way in front to guide the foreigners behind him.

"Mr. Saliman's visit coincides with the traditional New Year of the Celestial Empire, I wonder if he will be interested in purchasing some traditional New Year's goods?"

Yan Xianhua said to the other party's translator, the other party was wearing sunglasses, and his pure blonde hair was impressive, Yan Xianhua bet on five cents, which was dyed. Because, he has never seen a foreigner who can speak Chinese so fluently.

Just as he was making malicious speculations, all of a sudden, he felt a slight chill in the back of his head, as if water had dropped on his head, but when he looked up, he found nothing.

"Well, Mr. President is tired today, if you have any questions, let's talk about it tomorrow. ”

The black sunglasses made it difficult to see the translator's eyes, there was no expression on his face, and the words he spoke were cold.

Yan Xianhua waited here all day, but now he is treated like this by the distinguished guests who are waiting for him, even if he has a good temper, he is about to have a seizure, not to mention that Yan Xianhua is not a good-tempered person. His secretary was ready to come over and be a peacemaker when he heard the interpreter's answer, but ......

"Ah...... It's me who took the liberty of it, so let's talk about it tomorrow~"

Unexpectedly, Yan Xianhua bowed very politely, and then continued his work of leading the way.

The secretary breathed a sigh of relief, he didn't notice that there was a hint of rigidity in Yan Xianhua's tone, as if it was mechanical.