The Lord of the Quick Transmigration is addicted to the paranoid dragon again today

Mu Bai, like a curious baby, asked, "Ayu, do you think you will cry?"

He Yu didn't react yet, "What do you mean?" But when he saw Mu Bai's teasing expression, he knew it was not serious.

Mu Bai smiled and shook his head, "I should be crying. After all, I dropped a lot of little pearls last night, and I was heartbroken."

He Yu finally understood what Mu Bai meant and smiled provocatively, "Then why don't you try it and know, baby?"

"Ok, I…"

He Yu hung up the phone before Mu Bai finished speaking, for he was afraid that Mu Bai would say something nonsense again.

After hanging up the phone, Mu Bai smiled foolishly.

886 couldn't help but complain, "As expected, men become stupid when they fall in love."

Mu Bai slapped him, "You know nothing, a single system has no right to speak."

886 was deeply dissatisfied. Who was it that had resisted the mission in the first place? Ha! He looked down on her, but he didn't show it on his face because he was a coward.

Over the next few days, a clandestine rivalry unfolded between Mu Bai and Yves Cari. Like two ghosts in the night, they engaged in silent confrontation several times. However, their strength was equally matched, and neither gained a clear advantage.

Today, on this inky black night, at the abandoned dock, a tense atmosphere hung in the air. Yves Karl, that scheming fellow, had proactively exposed his flaws. He had left a mysterious shipment at the dock and invited Mu Bai to meet him there. This was a carefully crafted trap, designed to lure Mu Bai into the trap.

Mu Bai knew from the beginning that this was Yves Karl's conspiracy. However, Mu Bai did not back down, but decided to play along and bravely face it. He didn't want to play this game anymore, he wanted to go back to be with his wife.

Mu Bai arrived as promised. The river water hit the shore, making a dull sound, as if playing a prelude to the upcoming bloody feast.

Yves Karl, with a cigar in his mouth, looked at the people beside Mu Bai and said sarcastically, "You only come here with these few people. Do you look down on me too much?"

Mu Bai shook his head in disdain and pointed his gun directly at him. "These few people are enough to deal with you." Mu Bai's eyes were cold, revealing endless murderous intent. His finger was tightly on the trigger, as if he would fire a fatal bullet at any moment.

Yves Cari was not afraid at all. He slowly exhaled a puff of smoke and said with a smile, "Do you think you can kill me like this? Naive!"

After he finished speaking, a group of assassins in black suddenly emerged from behind him and surrounded Mu Bai and the others.

"Hahahaha." Yves Karl doubled over with laughter. "Today I will make sure you never return. Did you know that your forces were surrounded when you arrived?"

"You overestimate yourself." Mu Bai remained calm. With a command, the people he brought quickly launched a counterattack.

The two sides immediately engaged in a fierce battle, with swords flashing and gunfire ringing out. Mu Bai nimbly moved between the enemies, each strike precise and ruthless.

Yves Karl stood in the distance. His disabled legs forced him to hide awkwardly to the side, analyzing the battle situation indifferently. His hatred for Mu Bai was growing. He noticed a subtle movement from Mu Bai, and a sly smile curled up at the corner of his mouth.

He took out his cell phone and dialed a number, "Let's do it..."

At this time, Mu Bai's men discovered that another group of men in black were coming from behind. They were more numerous and had more advanced weapons.

He was not at all flustered. "Is that all?"

Just then, the roar of engines could be heard in the distance. Several black cars sped towards the scene, stopping at the edge of the battlefield. The doors opened, and a group of well-trained men, armed with weapons, rushed out. Mosha led them to quickly join the battle, confronting Mu Bai's forces.

Mu Bai had anticipated this, so he had arranged for the Demonic Demons to join him. With the Demonic Demons joining him, the battle situation changed instantly. They worked in perfect harmony, eliminating most of the enemies.

Seeing this, Yves Karl's face turned a little ugly. It didn't matter, he still had a trick up his sleeve. He must kill him. He raised the sniper rifle in his hand, aimed at Mu Bai and shot, but was pushed out by Mosha and shot Mosha in the shoulder.

Mosha casually pressed the wound, "You didn't do this on purpose! Now we're even."

Mu Bai had done this on purpose. He hadn't even put on a bulletproof vest, just in time to get through this disaster. He'd even arranged with 886 to change the trajectory of the bullet, aiming it towards a less dangerous area. If the blood loss was a little less severe, it would be perfect. Then he'd quietly take out the hero. He hadn't expected the demon to be so loyal this time.

"Thanks. I'll put in a few good words for you." As Yves Karl's men continued to decrease, "Go help your family member first. Leave the rest to me."

"Okay." Mosha turned around without any reluctance. He had been pursuing Tate these days. During this time together, he found that Tate was indeed a little cutie, but Tate always ignored him because he hurt Mu Bai.

Mosha looked at his injured arm and thought, "Great! Now I have an excuse to pester him." He didn't know if the cute little Tate was injured, so he quickened his pace to help Tate.

Mu Bai walked into the house to look for Yves Karl. He guessed that Yves Karl had gone to get the remote control. Yves Karl had one last trump card. Just in case, he had buried a bomb here. Even if they both died today, he wanted Mu Bai to die.

Mu Bai had just stepped into the house, before he could even take in the scene inside, when a flash of cold light streaked towards him like lightning! He looked closely and saw an extremely sharp, gleaming sword piercing his face!

A sharp sword energy was faintly revealed on the sword blade, as if it wanted to tear apart anything that blocked its progress, and every move revealed a strong murderous intent.

Mu Bai wanted to dodge sideways, but he was still a little slow. With a light "swish" sound, the sharp blade had already cut a long wound on his body. Blood seeped out instantly, staining his clothes red.

Mu Bai looked up at the person in front of him and said with certainty, "You are not Yves Karl."

The man snorted coldly, "I'm not that loser. I've helped him so much, but it still doesn't work. I'll come and meet you in person."

Mu Bai's face was as cold as ice, with a cold light flashing in his narrow and sharp eyes. He said coldly: "Hmph! Who do you think you are? How dare you be so presumptuous here!" Before he finished speaking, he suddenly raised his right hand, and a powerful divine power instantly gushed out from his palm.