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At the front line, most of the people Cao Tai brought had already fallen. But there was no sense of war or sacrifice at all. Hundreds of people fell to the ground, but other than their own bodies, there were no signs of battle anywhere else. Watching the charge from a distance was like watching a clumsy and comical performance. These people fell in front of the factory's gate. It was as if they had discussed it beforehand, no one could step into the factory's gate. An invisible line separated these people from the world inside the factory.

"Is this the Modern isolation from the intelligence?" Taoist Qu stood on the tall building and observed the movements around the factory.

A short Daoist came to Taoist Qu and said, "So this is a spell from the west."

"What do you think, Daoist Master?" Taoist Qu asked.

"I can try." The Daoist priest hesitated for a moment before speaking. This short cultivator came from the Western Xiangshan region, so even Taoist Qu did not know what abilities he had.

The short man took out a small porcelain bottle from his bosom and removed the lid of the bottle.

He brought the porcelain bottle closer to his nose, fanned it with his hand, and smelled the contents of the bottle. Then he muttered, "It doesn't seem to have deteriorated yet."

Daoist Master was recommended by Sect Leader Murong, and he was also a strange fellow who was not one bit inferior to Taoist Murong in terms of craziness.

"Let me do it." Taoist held the porcelain bottle in his hand, stuck out his tongue and licked his dry lips.

Below, in front of the factory, a group of foreign men came out with a variety of weapons in their hands. Some had soft whips, some had hammers, and some had large, ridiculously shaped scythes.

These people were the servants of the Black Tower, and the biggest difference between them and Magi was that the servants were equipped with weapons that they were familiar with. Magi did not need these weapons to fight; on the contrary, the existence of physical weapons would only interfere with a Magus' control over their own energy. Wearing robes and holding a magic staff in one hand, the wizards in the other are just a common misconception about wizards.

After all, this was the temporary stronghold of the Black Tower. Although Magus King and his disciples had already left the house, they could not let these people lie at the entrance of the factory just like this. However, there were too many people this time. If he wanted to lock them up, there wouldn't be enough space in the factory, nor would he be able to expel them all. Therefore, for the black pagoda, even if it could withstand this attack, the aftermath would still be a headache to deal with.

The servants came to the center of the crowd and used their weapons to strike at the invaders who were conscious enough to fight back. For a moment, the crowd was filled with wails and moans.

At this moment, a short man in a grey robe walked out from the shadows.

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Zhou Heng suddenly received a call for help.

"S-Big Brother Zhou!" The person on the other end of the line was extremely anxious, "Help!"

"Who are you?" The other party's voice made Zhou Heng feel that it was a stranger, not someone that he was familiar with. Zhou Heng's relationship with Hai Ying Wu was very simple, those that were slightly more familiar with him all stayed in his phone's phone book.

"I'm Little Chen!" The person on the other end of the line said, "Do you remember? "Brother Zhou!"

Little Chen? Zhou Heng still did not remember who he was, and could only reply: "I don't have an impression."

"I'm Boss Cao's little brother, I've been to your house, the one who handled the registration formalities for you," the person on the other end of the phone tried to recall Zhou Heng's memories.

"Oh!" Zhou Heng finally remembered. He had once asked Cao Fang to arrange her inside the Coastal University, and at that time Cao Fang had sent a fatty surnamed Chen to help him settle the procedures.

"So it's you." Zhou Heng said.

Zhou Heng finally remembered. This moved Fatty Chen on the other end of the phone, and he continued to seek help from Zhou Heng: "Big Brother Zhou, please save this little brother's life!"

"What is it? Tell me." Zhou Heng said. Although it was under Cao Fang's guidance, Fatty Chen had still helped him before. Even though he might not agree to help him, he should at least listen to what he had to say.

"Didn't Boss Cao go to the Beiping? Before she left, she handed over the Qingyu Lake's project to me, "the Fatty Chen said to Zhou Heng through the phone," I had thought that this would be a huge project.

Had Cao Fang already gone to the Beiping? Zhou Heng really didn't know about this, because he had never contacted Cao Fang before he left.

"What's going on?" Zhou Heng asked. Could it be that the Fatty Chen encountered a strange beast hidden in the Qingyu Lake?

"This project has already been assigned to a construction team, there won't be any problems here," Fatty Chen said to Zhou Heng, "The problem is that the construction team and Cao Fang have signed an agreement, without Cao Fang's permission, this construction team cannot start construction, then —"

"Stop, stop!" Zhou Heng did not want to hear Fatty Chen complain about these commercial matters, "Get straight to the point."

"Today, when I was on my patrol in Qingyu Lake, I saw a group of people." Fatty Chen's tone was very mysterious.

"So?" Zhou Heng was getting impatient.

"It's a group of tall Europeans." The Fatty Chen said.

What? Zhou Heng opened his eyes wide. Did the people from the Black Tower go to the Qingyu Lake?

"They took the altar at the lake," the fat man said. "I sent men to dismiss them, but they never came back."

Sending mortals to deal with these magicians is not sending a sheep into a tiger's den. But Zhou Heng did not let the words in his heart come out, in case Fatty Chen panicked.

"Brother Zhou, I know you have some relationship with the Dragon King," the Fatty Chen laughed, "Brother Zhou, can you help me settle this matter?"

"Zhou Heng hesitated for a moment, and then decided. Okay, "Zhou Heng said," I'll make a trip to Qingyu Lake right now.

"Do you want me to come and pick you up?" Fatty Chen asked over the phone. He knew that Zhou Heng had no car.

"That's fine too." Zhou Heng would not reject such good intentions.

Fatty Chen thanked him a few more times, but since Zhou Heng was unwilling to chat with him, he tactfully hung up.

Of course, Zhou Heng would not look for Ding Long for help in this matter. Moreover, he still had enmity with the Black Tower. The one who started all of this must have been the guy called 'Magus King'.

Zhou Heng looked at the corner of the room, where a copper rod that was wrapped in white cloth was placed.

The last time Zhou Heng was beaten to the brink of death by the Magus King, it was because he carried Xu Lingshan, this useless fool who didn't know anything about magic at all. Right now, Zhou Heng was not constrained at all, and knew about the power of magic like the back of his hand.

Even if he was not a qualified Magus, he would definitely be a qualified Magus hunter.