However, after arriving at the Hattori Division for half a day, Menglin quickly noticed something strange.
The puzzled Menglin saw that the female students in the Hattori Division were all Level Six. Moreover, these Level Six Astral Beast Warriors did not have any self-respect. All of them dressed casually, and some of them even exposed some of their private parts.
What was even more unusual was that Menglin noticed that there were no Raushezi casualties in the Hattori Division. Instead, there were some arrogant students and even instructors walking in and out of the Hattori Division.
Moreover, the male students and instructors who entered the Hattori Division did not even try to hide it. They even casually hugged the female students and entered the stone rooms in a hurry.
"Damn it, why is the Hattori Division of the Martial Arts Division so foul?" Menglin, who was looking for the Division Head's office, could not help but think of two words — brothel!
"Found it!"
After much difficulty, Menglin finally found the Division Head's stone room. He wondered what kind of position he would be assigned to.
Little did he know that as he approached the Division Head's stone room, he could hear the unrestrained laughter of a man and a woman.
Even the wooden door of the stone room was half closed.
When Meng Lin got closer to take a look, he was surprised to find an acquaintance.
In the stone room, the naked Deacon Lian was straddling a woman's body. He was showing off his powerful combat strength while shouting, "Remember, when that brat comes over, you have to humiliate and torture him for me!
It's best if you force him to leave the Martial Arts Division. "
"Oh …" The Hattori Division Head's voice sounded like she was suffocating. It was unknown whether she really could not take it or was pretending. While she was begging for mercy, she promised, "If he falls into my hands, that brat will definitely suffer a fate worse than death. In less than three days, he will be kicked out of the Martial Arts Division."
"Hahaha!" Deacon Lian, who was laughing maniacally, worked even harder.
Outside the door, Menglin completely understood. He did not expect Deacon Lian to be so despicable.
"You want to force me to leave the Martial Arts Division?
No way! "Menglin, who was walking away quickly, was thinking about how to make this adulterous couple look good.
Unfortunately, Menglin did not have enough basic information about the Martial Arts Academy, so he was unable to formulate an effective plan. He could only hide from Minister Houfu for now.
"Scram!"
"Damn it, don't block the way!"
"Deacon Lian, where is Deacon Lian?"
Suddenly, a group of ferocious-looking guys barged into the Back Hattori Department.
These guys were guarding a stretcher.
Menglin, who happened to be near the entrance, saw an unconscious young man lying on a stretcher. There was a black arrow in the young man's chest.
Looking at the wounded man, Menglin couldn't help but think of the time when he was on the way to the Juxia tribe with Uncle Zhong Xing and Yunke. He had also been shot in the chest by a poisonous arrow.
At that time, if it were not for the Cang Long Stele in the chest, Menglin would not have survived.
Involuntarily, Menglin murmured, "The arrow must have shot into the heart. He's dead!"
A ferocious-looking guard stared at Menglin with an unfriendly face and roared, "Bastard, who are you?
Where did you come from? How dare you curse our Mao Shao? You must be tired of living! "
At the same time, a group of people rushed over in a panic.
Among them were the disheveled Deacon Lian, the coquettish Houfu Minister, and several women whose clothes were obviously torn.
At the first sight of the wounded man, Deacon Lian's face changed greatly. He seemed to be frightened and said with a trembling voice, "What, what happened to Mao Shao?"
"Mao Shao was assassinated. Deacon Lian, we heard that you were in the Houfu tribe, so we came immediately. Hurry, hurry up and save our young master!" An evil god-like guard saw Deacon Lian as if he had seen his savior.
Menglin, who was squeezed out of the crowd, whispered, "This Mao Shao is not simple!"
A woman standing on tiptoe next to Menglin said contemptuously, "You don't even know Mao Shao?
He is one of the Six Gods of our Martial Arts Academy. His father is the 14th Elder of the tribe! "
"Six Gods?" Menglin was also confused. How dare a kid from the Martial Arts Academy call himself a God?
Were the Gods of the Wilderness so worthless?
"Country bumpkin!"
The woman looked at Menglin with disdain and said enviously, "Mao Shao is one of the Six Great Young Gods. Not to mention the mentors, even the deacons have to curry favor with him. If only I could get a little bit closer to him, that would be great!"
Menglin knew that he had met a broken shoe that worshipped money. He muttered in his heart, "This so-called Young God will definitely not live for more than a few minutes."
It seemed that Menglin's curse had taken effect. Deacon Lian, who had checked the body, had a very ugly expression. Sweat could be seen on his forehead.
"Deacon Lian, what happened to Mao Shao?"
"Hurry up and tell me, what happened to our Mao Shao?"
Deacon Lian, who wanted to say something, paused for a while and then said helplessly, "Mao Shao was hit by a poisonous arrow!
Not only did it enter his heart, but it also contained Xi Lin Poison! "
"Ah?"
"Xi Lin Poison?"
"How is that possible?"
"Heavens!
How could it be Xi Lin Poison? "
As soon as Deacon Lian's voice fell, Mao Shao's group of fierce guards went crazy. They were like fierce beasts that wanted to choose a person to devour.
"Perhaps, perhaps only the lords of the Holy City have a way to save him!" Deacon Lian, who was murmuring, was also at a loss.
The strongest guard grabbed Deacon Lian and roared, "Aren't you talking nonsense?
The Martial Arts Academy is thousands of miles away from the Holy City. If we rush over, will we still be able to make it? "
"Deacon Lian, if you don't save Mao Shao today, I will chop you alive!"
The guard leader knew that if something happened to Mao Shao, he would not have the slightest chance of survival. Therefore, he threatened Deacon Lian.
Menglin looked at the incomparably powerful Deacon Lian in front of him. At this moment, he did not even dare to let out a fart. An idea emerged in his mind.
"I have a way to save Mao Shao!" Seeing that the situation was about to get out of control, Menglin shouted.
"Who?
Who said that?
Who said that he can save Mao Shao! "The guard leader, whose eyes were red with anxiety, stared at the surroundings, like a drowning man who had grabbed onto a straw.
"Me!" Menglin stood out.
Seeing that it was Menglin, Deacon Lian was furious and shouted, "Bastard, you are just a new student. How can you save Mao Shao?
Are you qualified?
Can you bear the responsibility if something goes wrong? "
Menglin did not show any weakness and sneered, "Mao Shao is in danger. You are all helpless. I estimate that he won't be able to hold on for more than half an hour. Are you sure you don't want me to try?
If something goes wrong, you can use my life to pay for it. "
Seeing that the guard leader was about to agree, Deacon Lian became anxious and hurriedly said, "I have already sent a message to the dean. The dean should be on his way. This brat came from a lowly tribe. God knows what he is thinking."
The guard leader ignored Deacon Lian and stared at Menglin. He said fiercely, "Brat, you should know that if you don't save Mao Shao, it will have nothing to do with you. But if you interfere, your life will be in the blink of an eye!"
"I have absolute confidence!" Menglin also threw caution to the wind.
"Deal!
If you can't save Mao Shao, I will chop you into minced meat! "The guard leader looked at Menglin cruelly, as if he was looking at a weak prey.