"Okay, I see, you can go." Smal said, her body fading into the darkness.

Bauvo's eyes were full of confusion, and he was about to step away, but soon shook his head again, and said:

"I don't know where to go."

Smaer looked back at him, and for the first time felt that this clumsy and stupid fat man was really funny.

"Do you want to come with me, then?" Smaël asked.

"Yes, you saved me, and I will repay you in return, I don't like to owe favors to anyone, I ...... when I was a child," Bower replied.

"Whatever, the story doesn't make much sense, you don't owe me a favor anymore. But if you are willing to follow me, of course I have no reason to refuse, but at the moment, I just want revenge, you help me, I will pay you, this is a very simple deal. Smelterson laughed.

"Well, it doesn't look like a loss." Bowo said.

At this time, the noise outside was gradually approaching, and the monk had already detected the situation through the robot that imitated him, and knew that Smer actually had the ability to control it, so he only sent the two strongest cadres to intercept it, and did not send other subordinates.

Smal saw this, and concluded that the noise that was approaching outside must have nothing to do with the monks, and was probably from the pursuers of the Holy Light Exchange.

Since they had already pounced, it would be useless to stay here, so the two of them immediately escaped through the back door of the Heilan trading ground, and controlled the butcher who was still struggling to catch his breath to block the way for the two of them.

At this time, the noisy and lively streets of the past have become unusually deserted, and the empty streets and alleys even give people the illusion of coming to a deserted city.

Bower's size is too big, the goal is too obvious, Smail originally wanted to let him return to the black core, but now that Bowo is out of control and has his own independent consciousness, Smail has no way to let him go back.

The two ran through the alley one after the other, and soon encountered the enemy who was chasing them.

Yogmar, the Riddler, led a group of mercenaries with live guns and nuclear bombs to block the doorway, aiming their guns at the two men.

The wound on Smer's body was slowly recovering, but due to the consumption of too much strength, the explosion of the robot just now also caused him a lot of damage, and at this moment his consciousness became a little blurred, and his mouth let out a strange low sound.

"Hey, looks like your boss isn't friendly to you, either! Let me guess what is the interesting reason why a boss who doesn't like his subordinates and wants to kill people? Yogma waved his shiny green scepter, the smile on his face disgusting.

Smal didn't want to talk nonsense with him, he was ready for battle, and gently patted Bower on the shoulder.

Bowo understood and immediately rushed to the enemy.

At this time, the mercenaries shot at the same time, and the bullets in these rifles were all made of Hailou stone, which was specially used to deal with the able, and once the bullets penetrated the body, they would immediately become weak.

Bauvo didn't care, the rock armor on his body hardened again, and a gray glow rippled across the surface of his body.

Bullets made a rain of sound as they hit his hard body, and then they all shattered into pieces.

When Bowo rushed to the enemy's approach, he spread his arms around, and then lunged forward, hugging the enemies on both sides, these guys were still concentrating on aiming at the enemy with their rifles just now, and now when the enemy rushed in front of them, they were all stunned and overwhelmed, and they were surrounded by Bowo and slammed together.

With a cruel glint in her eyes, Yogma leapt in front of Bower and gently swung the scepter out of her hand, smashing it on Bower's head.

Seeing a flash of green light, Bowo's whole person was completely covered by a huge green box, and all six sides of the box were covered with big question marks.

Smael knew that this was Yagma's ability again, and he had created a secret room that needed to be solved before he could leave.

But this time, because it was only Bowo, it gave Smaer a bit of a headache.

After all, this big guy has just regained consciousness, although he is much stronger than his previous stupid state, but this big man doesn't look like he has great wisdom, I'm afraid he was originally a stupid person with a simple mind and developed limbs.

How could such a person escape from such a complex riddle room?

Thinking of this, Smaer decided that he would not waste any more time and should decisively abandon Bowo and run away.

Smal stretched out his hands, forming a love in them that was invisible to the naked eye, forming an interception net, wrapping all the bullets that should have hit him, and then ricocheting them out.

Immediately afterward, Smaer urged the wind shell under his feet, ran wildly again, and disappeared into the darkness.

The bullets flew in all directions, and a few of them came close to hitting Yogma. Yogma frowned, shaking the scepter in her hand, hesitating to pursue.

Things were just as he expected, and although he didn't know what kind of means Smael had, he must have used some method to instigate the monk to cause this battle, and maybe even just control Jason and his men, so he caused this trouble. The monk apparently knew the truth, so he ordered to kill Smael and the big man who had been trapped in the vault.

Thinking of this, Yogma felt that it was imperative to find Buklin immediately to explain the situation, and not to have a big conflict with the Heilan trading market at such a time because of this misunderstanding.

"You guys take a good look at him!"

Yogma hurriedly dropped this sentence and immediately hurried away.

At the same time, the monk hiding in a secret laboratory somewhere in the Heilan Society shook the wine glass in his hand, his face was already bruised, his expression became extremely hideous, he forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart, the wine glass in his hand had been squeezed tighter and tighter, and several shallow cracks had appeared on the top of the wine glass.

"This kid's fruit ability is so strong? Controllable, defensive, and attackable both ranged and melee! The monk's hoarse voice echoed in a low voice.

"This guy's fruit ability is indeed a little too strong." A man with square-rimmed glasses replied.

"Can you tell what type of Devil Fruit he is?"

"He is not in a state of transformation at the moment, it is likely that he is just some kind of superhuman fruit, he seems to be able to control the power that is invisible to the naked eye, maybe it is a thread fruit!"

"Thread fruit? The garbage fruit that was sold off at the trading floor for 1 million Baileys before? Hehehe......" The monk looked disdainful.

"But it really doesn't seem to be able to think of any other fruit that can achieve similar abilities, although the previous generations of line fruit abilities are not worth mentioning, but it is said that there have been strong people who can develop line fruit to the extreme, and have developed a variety of abilities such as self-healing, control, and flight." The man with glasses replied.

"Hehe, no matter what Devil Fruit power this kid has in his hands and dares to cause trouble for the Heilan Trading Ground, he will only have a dead end!" The monk's expression was grim and he said viciously.