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Ten hours ago, there was a gas station fifty kilometers away from Los Angeles Airport in the United States.

Fang Mo and Yan Xiaoman reached a cooperation in the small and dark carriage.

Although the woman was also a powerful martial arts master, Fang Mo didn't know when the silver needle that pierced his skin seemed to be filled with strong toxins.

It will be obvious that the poison has already begun to develop.

This made Yan Xiaoman feel dizzy and at the same time, she completely lost the idea of ​​resisting.

Twenty minutes later, Fang Mo drove to the vicinity of Chinatown.

Staring at Ning Yuelan, who was sleeping in maternity clothes in the back row, Fang Mo felt guilty in his heart.

But there was still a hint of determination in his eyes.

"I said I won't let you face any danger again."

The next moment, he gently picked up his wife.

According to the location designated by Sato Cang, I met several heads of the Blood Clothes Sect in the United States.

Forces like the Ghost Card, 'Skull', and the Blood Clothes Sect.

There is a 80% chance that their power will be distributed all over the world, which is not difficult to understand.

After all, as the saying goes, in the Middle East battlefield, the "ling" king Xu Sanduo died in the Middle East in order to cover the retreat of his teammates, and his body was picked up by Sakurajima.

Then he was used as a guinea pig for the first biochemical experiment and was transformed.

It is conceivable that the blood-clothed sect's power is not only distributed in Asia.

These people were obviously Sato Cang's confidants. Seeing Fang Mo striding towards him, they all quickly followed him.

Fang Mo took a quick glance and knew that Sato Cang had not deceived him.

Almost all of these guys are dead soldiers. It can be seen from their bulging clothes that what these people carry in their pockets may not be anything else, but explosive bags and the like.

Speaking of ruthless people, it has to be Sato Aoi’s subordinates.

Of course, in a place like the United States, if you want to get any pistol, the C4 is easy and simple.

Fang Mo had read it online before.

According to statistics, the total population of the United States is 330 million, and there are 390 million registered guns. It is conceivable that the average per capita gun ownership is.

No wonder people say that in a free America, shootings happen every day. This statement is not unreasonable.

Looking at the dead soldiers called by Fang Mo, Meihua and Yan Xiaoman also knew that if he planned to let the organization attack Ning Yuelan, if he dared to make any changes at this moment, I am afraid that the result would be that the entire Chinatown would be razed. Flat ground.

The king's target is indeed Fang Mo.

There is no point in adding extraneous details at this time...

After thinking about this, Yan Xiaoman pretended not to see this scene.

After Fang Mo settled Ning Yuelan, he started the car again and drove in another direction of the city.

The darkness of night was gradually dispersed by the light of dawn as we hurried on.

Along the way, Fang Mo felt completely relieved. In fact, he had never been worried about his own safety.

What he has always been worried about is that when he is involved in danger, his wife Ning Yuelan will be implicated.

Now that Sister Ning Yu has been settled and she goes to meet the king alone, Fang Mo's heart feels like the pulse has returned, sweeping away all negative emotions.

Dragons have reverse scales, and the young ones perish. Ning Yuelan is Fang Mo's reverse scales.

It is both his armor and his weakness.

Instead of worrying about Ning Yuelan's safety, Fang Mo felt completely at ease.

It was nothing more than death anyway, but the king kept himself until now, obviously because he wanted to see Zheng alive.

They come, the security!

Before the next day came, Fang Mo finally arrived at a villa that looked particularly luxuriously decorated after seven or eight hours of driving.

This place is far away from the city, just in the suburbs. When the car drives nearby, the fuel tank is almost empty.

Fang Mo's heart moved. No wonder Qu Anran had to go to the gas station as soon as he received the couple.

There is probably another reason for this, most likely because the king's residence is too far away.

Without filling up the gas, the car might not be able to travel so far in one go and bring Fang Mo to the king.

In front of me is a villa decorated in a European style. The quaint villa is like the European style that only exists in movies. There is a small waterfall in the huge courtyard, because the temperature here in Los Angeles is extremely low, colder than the port city. Too many, so the fountain in the courtyard froze.

The courtyard seemed to have not been cleaned for a long time and was covered with thick white snow.

The smooth surface of the fountain lake reflects the dots of dawn in the sky like a mirror.

Reflecting on this, Fang Mo couldn't even open his eyes.

If it weren't for the fact that it was already dawn, the sun would be rising slowly.

The whole villa really gives people an eerie feeling.

After all, there is only this building in front of us, because the United States is not a populous country, and the per capita land area is really quite large.

Housing prices in the suburbs will never be as exaggerated as in China.

If you are willing to live in a place like this, and all the surrounding land is taken over, it probably won't cost you many dollars.

Obviously, 80% of the area around the king's residence is also his territory.

After Fang Mo and his wife got off the plane, they were a little shocked when they saw how Yan Xiaoman and Qu Anran were dressed. However, considering that they drove here, they probably didn't have to wait long to get off the plane, and the terminal hall has air conditioning and heating. , naturally not cold.

Fang Mo was slightly relieved at that time.

Otherwise, let alone a master of martial arts, even a Daluo Jinxian would freeze into a Daluo Jinxian in this kind of weather.

"Phew! It's so cold in the United States!"

Fang Mo exhaled a breath of white mist and got out of the car wearing sportswear. The next moment, without Yan Xiaoman's urging, he took the initiative to walk into the villa.

There was no stupid security guard rushing up to the villa and asking, "Private property, who are you?"

As soon as he entered the courtyard, there was a cold air, probably because of the huge frozen fountain in the courtyard. Then Fang Mo's eyes fell on the center of the fountain building, staring at the mirror-like fountain building. , thoughtfully.

Then he suddenly burst into laughter.

In the center of that fountain is a statue of a young woman.

Wearing an official crown, draped in Xia Shuang, holding a jade Ruyi, his appearance is beautiful and gentle. He seems to be smiling, but he gives people an inexplicable majesty and dignity.

Mazu statue!

At this moment, Fang Mo was completely convinced of his last guess.

He shouted at the top of his lungs at the gate of the villa in the courtyard.

"King, I'm here, why are you so secretive?"

"Only those who do maritime business believe in Mazu. Worshiping the goddess of the sea can protect the safety of fishermen and fishing boats. Mazu is a god believed by everyone along the southeastern coast of China."

"Didn't you make it clear to me like a god? Tell me your identity?"

"Among the people I know, apart from you who do cross-border trade and worship the Poseidon, who else believes in Mazu?"

The next moment, Fang Mo raised his chin slightly, with a hint of amusement in his eyes.

"Liu Qing, my old friend has come all the way to visit me. Are you still going to pretend to be a ghost and avoid seeing me?"

Wow!