The system has to be used even if it is pulled

After the brief conversation, Zhao Yuanlang understood the number of agents of the entire Federation in Daqin. There were only thirty-eight people, which should be thirty-nine including himself. Five of them were minor characters who escaped the last encirclement and suppression. He just didn't know if there were any tails behind them.

It's so damn difficult. It's no different from being penniless. Daqin has seven planets, but there are only thirty-nine federal agents stationed in Daqin. It's really a joke.

The road ahead was long and arduous, so Zhao Yuanlang reluctantly walked out of the secret room and collapsed directly on the moldy bed. He frowned, his whole body shook, and a fleeting golden light enveloped the entire room, and then the entire bedroom became brand new.

This night was destined to be restless, because Zhao Yuanlang's clone, the Emperor, who was on night watch, noticed the movement outside the door. Zhao Yuanlang woke up instantly and then took back his clone.

At this time, the door of the room had moved away from its original position. Amidst the flying wood chips, a chubby figure, like a tiger in the dark, threw a straight punch at Zhao Yuanlang who came out of the bedroom door.

It was quite interesting. Zhao Yuanlang controlled his strength, clapped his hands, and deftly used the force of the straight punch to fly directly over the black shadow.

The Imperial agent who rushed in looked at the scene with a grin on his face.

The black shadow seemed to have been greatly insulted and mocked, and he suddenly elbowed Zhao Yuanlang who had fallen to the ground, and this time his speed was even faster.

In order to avoid more trouble, Zhao Yuanlang directly broke through the window. As the imperial agents chased downstairs shouting, the fat black shadow standing at the bedroom door showed his white teeth, with the corners of his mouth obviously raised.

After landing, Zhao Yuanlang rolled forward quickly and got into the manhole cover which had been opened long ago.

The agents outside the door then hurriedly took their weapons and prepared to enter the sewer to try to chase, but soon an explosion made them give up the idea, because the sewer exploded and the sewer entrance was blocked.

Soon, the fat black figure walked out of the house. He took a look at the sewer and pointed in a direction. The group of agents quickly moved towards that direction.

Interestingly, the empire's martial king has become stronger again, and the system even prompts him that he cannot be detected. This makes Zhao Yuanlang feel that this martial king is very special.

As Zhao Yuanlang moved quickly in the sewer, he finally crawled out of a sewer entrance. His body shook, and the smell dissipated and he disappeared.

In just three or four minutes, the empire's agents, including the martial king Zhao Heng, arrived at the sewer entrance where Zhao Yuanlang had just come out. They frowned and looked around. How could it be possible that they had lost any information about Zhao Yuanlang? This was not right.

The agents around looked at this important person cautiously, not daring to say anything.

Quite interesting, Zhao Yuanlang, you are indeed not an ordinary person. Zhao Heng showed off and took out his unique pink folding fan from behind his back and smiled.

"Level 3 alert for the entire city. Send out everyone and make sure to capture him alive."

"Sir, is it necessary?" an agent asked cautiously.

Zhao Heng folded his folding fan and hit the agent's head hard. The agent grimaced and a bump appeared on his head. Then he slowly said, "After all, this is the man who almost killed old man Bai Jingrong in the army."

With that said, all the agents understood that although Daqin won the battle against the Federation, it was defeated by a Federation man. Because of Zhao Yuanlang, the imperial general Bai Jingrong was almost captured, and the elite officers of the command center were beaten by that man, who even kidnapped Lieutenant General Zhang Xi and rescued the generals of the Federation.

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Zhao Yuanlang exchanged clothes with his clone, the Emperor, and grew his hair long and straight black. Wearing loose clothes, he walked slowly in the noisy night market. He finally chose a barbecue stall, ordered a lot of things, and then started eating and drinking.

Soon, the number of people on this street suddenly shrunk, and then soon increased again. However, the dozen or so people who had been circling around the stall for several times had already revealed something.

Zhao Yuanlang didn't care and continued to eat and drink. As a fat figure came here, the number of people on the street became increasingly sparse. The owner and the waiter of the barbecue stall trembled as they looked at the black-clad agents, imperial soldiers and Shangwu Jun, who was extremely familiar to them.

"You came."

"Yeah, I'm here."

"Let's eat something together."

"I refuse. As a qualified member of the imperial family, I cannot eat such niche food."

"You really don't want to eat it? It's really delicious. I've eaten 40 or 50 skewers."

"Since you invited me, I won't hesitate."

Zhao Yuanlang rolled his eyes as he watched Zhao Heng grab four or five skewers and start eating them. He even saw him take a big sip of beer from his glass.

The two of them ate against the clock, making the serious and tense atmosphere on the whole street seem a little ridiculous.

After a while, there were hundreds of sticks on their table, and they even drank two barrels of beer.

Finally, Zhao Yuanlang stretched and stood up. The imperial soldiers and agents around him looked at him vigilantly.

"How about this, let's fight. If I win, you let me go. If I lose, I'll go with you."

Zhao Heng finished the last sip of beer, wiped his mouth, looked at Zhao Yuanlang, and nodded.

The two sides walked onto the street, and all the surrounding soldiers and agents made way.

Both sides were standing still with great momentum, but one could see with the naked eye that the airflow around them was distorting.

The empire's agents and soldiers looked at this scene in shock. Shangwu Jun was the strongest in the empire, the youngest and most powerful supreme grandmaster in the empire. How could and why could the young man in front of them be so strong?

Countless tiny pieces of dust and stones under the feet of the two men flew around uncontrollably, hitting the surrounding imperial soldiers and making them scream in pain.

With the sound of sonic boom, they saw Zhao Yuanlang take the first step. With just a simple punch, he created a hole in the air. There was even a flash of red and smoke in his fist.

Zhao Heng looked at the punch cautiously, shouted with joy, and his hands were like a wall, blocking Zhao Yuanlang's attack.

The huge recoil force made both sides take a step back, and then they quickly engaged in a fight. The sonic booms and moves that were too fast to be seen opened the eyes of the surrounding imperial soldiers. Is this really a level that humans can achieve?

The battle in the field was extremely thrilling. Zhao Yuanlang was almost hit on the chest by Zhao Heng's Dragon Claw Hand. Of course, Zhao Yuanlang retaliated and hit Zhao Heng with the "Immortal Kick".

The two sides fought back and forth for more than half an hour, from this side to that side. The originally clean street was filled with several large potholes, and even the surrounding flower beds and green belts were in a mess.

In the end, the two sides separated and looked at each other cautiously. Zhao Yuanlang's left leg was particularly painful. The fat man's punch was heavy and fierce.

Zhao Heng had one hand behind his back, shaking it constantly, and the back of his hand was red.