Mansour hummed a little tune and went out. After walking a few steps, he saw his best friend Zaccaria coming in a hurry.

"Good morning, Zakaria, why are your face so bad...Huh?"

Zakaria said without saying a word, grabbed his arm, dragged him into a nearby alley, and said viciously: "Are you a good brother?"

"Yes, what's wrong?"

"Do me a favor!"

"explain!"

"Fatuna was captured!"

Mansour was surprised.

Fatuna is Zakaria's girlfriend and works as a doctor's assistant in the city clinic. The two have a good relationship. Both parents have met and are preparing to get engaged next month.

Mansour quickly comforted his friend: "Don't be anxious, just say slowly, who caught her and where she was caught, how could she be arrested?"

"You were not in the team early this morning, I don't know. It was about three o'clock in the morning, the protective cover was restarted and the order was basically stable. The Great Sage Mosque suddenly ordered a thorough investigation of the inner demon, and Fatuna was arrested!"

"Wait! It's a bit messy. Hasn't the Great Sage Mosque razed to the ground?"

"There is a Berka named Ratanyahu who is not dead! He issued an order in the Mosque in the north of the city, saying that a demon traitor lurked in and opened the portal. He ordered all the remaining vassals to go out and search the whole city. Now the door of the city hall is blocked! From officials to minor officials, they are sifted through one by one!"

For a long time, the City Mosque has monopolized the power, and the City Hall can only rely on others. Now the strength of the Mosque is damaged, which is a good time for the City Hall to take over the power, but unexpectedly, under the power of the Mosque, a light blow will suppress the City Hall to the point of being unable to move.

"A bunch of madmen! But what does this have to do with Fatuna?"

Zakaria glanced around and confirmed that there was no one. She quickly whispered: "The clinic, the missionary and the city's mosque are connected. The devil appears from the underground of the missionary and destroys all three buildings. I think they suspect the survivors of these three institutions. Now, only you can help me!"

The situation is serious.

Someone must take the blame for such a big incident last night. The city hall took the opportunity to take over the power and had to give the Mosque an explanation. It is likely to compromise and push a group of innocent people out to push the tank.

Both Fatuna and Zakaria's family have no power and are easily victims of power struggles.

This means that we have to challenge the Mosque, a powerful power that has ruled the city for three hundred years! In isolation and helplessness!

Mansour felt surprisingly calm: "What do you want me to do?"

"You are the hero who saved the city twice. They will definitely listen to your opinions! Let's go to the Mosque together to appeal!"

Brother, I understand you, but, but I can't.

If we do this, we will not have any result except being beaten with sticks. The water is too deep and we can't get through it!

But how could you bear to destroy the last fire of hope in your friends’ eyes?

"Zakaria, I...I..."

"What's wrong?"

"I'm going to... get married. Yes, I'm going to get married," Mansour felt his throat extremely dry. "With that girl with purple hair, you've seen before."

Zakaria's eyes froze.

The air was silent like death.

After a long time, he laughed: "Marry, okay, okay! You bastard have such a day, you are so quick to do it! If you need help, don't forget to tell me. Oh, by the way, today the Household Registration Management Office works as usual, and it's a good man, Mosooma. It will be very smooth to handle the procedures for your wife. I, I'll look for someone else, ah, that's it, you can do it, go and do it quickly."

As he said that, he staggered away.

"Zakaria, Zakaria!" Mansour shouted at his friend's back, "Go and find Captain Sailimu! See what he can do."

Zakaria's back disappeared around the corner.

Mansour punched the wall hard: "What did I do, what did I do!"

After a long time, Mansour dragged his heavy steps towards the city hall.

Along the way, the crying disappeared, replaced by nervous silence and panic. From time to time, the apologists with helmets and armor passed by.

As soon as he walked to the city hall, he was shocked. The apology army blocked the gate of the city hall! Their people were replaced on the gate!

So cruel? What are you scaring? But maybe it's not a particularly good idea to go through the procedures today... It's a long way to go.

He immediately made a decision to walk back. After a few steps, four or five priests came towards him, escorting a half-old child, pushing and shoving.

Bastard, don't even let the child go, wait, is that child Numan?

Numan is the youngest member of the battle puppet team, only twelve years old.

What can a twelve-year-old kid do? I can't understand this matter more. A group of bastards are catching people everywhere to extort money, and they can make money and sell them.

I caught the head of the city guard and I have to deal with it.

Numan recognized him and shouted: "Brother Mansour, they kidnapped!"

Everyone looked at each other on the way, and the leader of the Apostle Saint Army was furious and went up to slap Numan in the face: "What's the desolation? I'll do it again..."

Before he finished speaking, a figure flashed, and Mansour kicked him out: "What a mourning?"

The remaining saints of the Apostles were stunned. This guy was so arrogant. He would take action if he had a disagreement? At this time, he would be tired of fighting the Apostles of the Apostles.

At that moment, the sword and gun were unsheathed, and someone shouted: "This guy is a fellow party member, take it down together!"

Mansour's heart was burning with fire. Why don't you guys have some colors to show me today? I'll write my name in reverse!

He was about to fly over when the ground suddenly vibrated slightly.

Two city guards' battle puppets came from behind him, one left and one right. The captain Sailimu walked in the middle.

The Holy Abbot's face suddenly changed, and the leader who was kicked was still stubborn: "Captain Sailimu, these two guys are demons...uh?"

Mansour and Nulla stepped forward and saluted Sailimu: "Captain!"

"Numan is naughty, Mansour, you are not sensible? It's not appropriate to collide with friendly forces at this time?"

"The subordinates know their mistake."

Sailimu said to the leader of the Apostle Saint Army: "These two are my team members. I don't know what they did and offend you all?"

"Well, this kid may be related to the devil."

Sailimu interrupted without hesitation: "Is there any evidence? The war puppet is the last force to defend the city. If your troops arrest the war puppet driver, I'm afraid there will be a lawsuit, what do you think?"

The leader was very embarrassed: "Yes, you are right, this is all, this is all..." He turned his hand and slapped his deputy's two big mouths: "What's wrong? If you don't find out, you'll bite people randomly!"

"This is all a mess of reports, time is tight. Besides, we didn't think it would be difficult for this little brother."

Sailimu didn't want to watch this disgusting performance again, and waved his hand and said, "That's it, we have no intention of interfering in your department's actions, but we just don't want this misunderstanding to happen again."

A group of saints retreated with timidity.

Sailimu said in a deep voice: "Go away. Mansour, come with me."

Mansour thought it was not good, and the city guard actually pulled out all the battle puppets to conquer the situation. Things are going on!

The group returned to the guard station, and Sailim brought Mansour into a cottage.

As soon as Mansour entered the door, he saw Zakaria who was tied up tightly: "What's going on?"

"What else can happen?" Sailimu sighed heavily, "A technician wants to steal the puppet, but he has been taken down."

"This, this...Zakaria, he, he is for..."

"I know."

Zakaria even stuffed her mouth, probably because she was afraid that he would commit suicide by biting her tongue. He screamed wildly, trying to break free from the constraints.

Sailimu sat down, frowned and said nothing.

After a long time, he said, "I can't hold on anymore, I can't continue like this anymore."

Two young men watched him together.

"If you can't even protect your own family, what's the use of our city guard?"

Mansour's heart pounded wildly. Zaccaria's eyes were filled with surprise.

"There must be a reason for the Apostles to go crazy. The capture of all the people related to the clinic must be to cover up something, and that must be their ulterior motive."

Sailimu slowly stood up: "I originally thought that as long as we could survive, it would not matter which one of the Mosque or the Town Hall was in power. But now, the Mosque is crazy."

Two young men looked at him excitedly.

"There must be key evidence underground in the clinic, missionary and mosque underground in the original Mosque. That is evidence that the Mosque will not hesitate to break up with the city hall and even destroy it. Mansour, Zakaria, do you have the courage to face the enemy?"

The two young men stood up at the same time, Zaccaria was too fierce and stood up with the chair.

Sailim untied Zakaria's rope: "Zakaria, go visit the prison, see your girlfriend, and make things happen. The guard will support you and let go of the trouble! Mansour, as long as Zakaria starts to make trouble, you will find a way to sneak in!"

Mansour said: "But, captain, is there really no other way?"

"Some guys, they can't live if they live!"

As soon as Sailimu finished speaking, a rapid knock on the door sounded.

"Come in!"

Numan pushed open the door and shouted, "Captain, no, Brother Mansour's parents and an older sister who lives in his family have all been captured by the Apostles' Holy Army!"

Sailimu waved his hand and signaled Numan to go down, turned to Mansour and said, "How?"

Mansour gritted his teeth: "It's too much!"

"Think clearly, if we step out of this room, we cannot turn back. If we succeed, we are the heroes of recreating the city; if we fail, we are the devil's accomplices, and we will die without a place to bury."

The two young men stepped forward and pounded their chests at the same time.

"Then, Zakaria, go and prepare. Mansour, you have an hour and a half, hurry up and go to the city hall to receive the honorary title of the city hero."

"Huh, do this now?"
Chapter completed!