As the only city to be attacked by the Rocket, the Asura Dojo couldn't escape the blame.
But because the Dojo Master, Gamma Scorpii, was already dead, the Alliance couldn't blame the Asura Dojo too much on the surface.
But if the Asura Dojo couldn't elect a new Dojo Master in a short period of time, then there would be a lot of people rushing to eat this fat meat.
The old and wise Basho had already realized the crisis of the Asura Dojo before he fainted. When he woke up and saw Mo Yan, he almost didn't hesitate to choose him.
In his view, Mo Yan's future was limitless, and he was a very high-quality thigh.
Because he was young, he wasn't like some of the old guys in the Alliance who were greedy like black maggots.
Coupled with his pitiful granddaughter Ami, if Mo Yan really wanted to annex the Asura Dojo, his conscience wouldn't be able to live with it.
Thinking of this, Basho instantly felt the pain of being choked by the poisonous smoke lessen a lot.
Oh, I'm really a clever old man!
"Senior … Senior?" Mo Yan gently patted Basho's listless eyes, thinking that the poisonous smoke had damaged his brain.
"Ah! You said … "Basho was awakened from his imagination by Mo Yan, and his old face couldn't help but turn red.
"Senior, when did you get here?" Mo Yan didn't care too much, and directly asked after seeing that they were fine.
Basho had just woken up, so he naturally didn't know. His grandson next to him was also stunned by his beating, sitting on the ground in a daze without saying a word.
"Brother Mo Yan, we just had breakfast when the Rocket began to attack the city. Not long after, grandpa took us to hide here. It's five o 'clock in the afternoon now, so it's been almost ten hours. "
Ami looked at her watch and said timidly. Although she was a bit long-winded, her words were clear.
After Mo Yan heard this, he couldn't help but frown. The Alliance hadn't come to help for almost ten hours?
Most importantly, where was the Heavenly King in charge of Asura City?
Where was he?
"After all of you came in, none of you went out?" Mo Yan asked again.
Everyone shook their heads in unison.
"Dojo Master Mo Yan, because Asura City is a port city, most of the city's security … was placed in the south port, so the Dojo was relatively empty."
Basho's eyes were full of shame and regret. the Dojo Dojo Master.
The Dojo's position, the Dojo Dojo's, the Dojo Dojo Dojo's, the port, the port city's Dojo.
He was regretful because he had spoiled his son, Tie Yi. He had cleaned up after him time and time again, and had even given him the position of Dojo Master.
Dojo Dojo Dojo Dojo Dojo's Dojo's dojo Dojo Dojo's dojo Dojo's Dojo's, Dojo of's's's.
Dodododododododododododojo '''s Dojo of ''t' 'Master' of's … Dododojo. Dododododododojo.
Now that the white-haired man had to send off the black-haired man, Bashuo did not even have the time to feel pain. Before and after he fainted, he could only think about how to protect his family.
When he thought about his son Gamma Scorpii's death, Basho only grieved for a short while before continuing to ask questions.
"The south port should be the place where the battle is the fiercest. What's the situation there?"
"It's near the lighthouse?" Mo Yan recalled his observation of Asura City from the air and confirmed.
"Yes, it's there!"
"The battle there has already ended. Both sides suffered heavy losses. I haven't had time to go to other places, so I'm not sure."
"Sigh … It's fortunate that someone is still alive. I'll have to trouble Dojo Master Mo Yan to send me out. Asura City still needs us to protect ourselves."
Mo Yan nodded. He was only here to help. He could help for a while, but not forever.
Basho looked around at the other people in the secret room. Apart from the elderly and young children, the rest were some weak dojo apprentices, such as Ami and his grandson.
"You … If you're willing to fight against the enemy together, come to me." Basho's tone was calm, and no one could tell if he was happy or angry.
Most of the dojo apprentices stood up without hesitation. They had already escaped once, and they didn't want to escape a second time.
However, Basho wasn't happy at all. This was because his grandson, who he had high hopes for, was standing in place, hesitating.
"Grandpa, with my strength … even if I go out, I'll only be a burden …" Basho's grandson lowered his head, and his voice became softer and softer.
Basho closed his eyes and adjusted his emotions. This was actually the last chance he was giving his grandson. If he chose to stand up without hesitation, then there was still hope, and he would do his best to train him again.
However, Basho's grandson didn't even realize what he had lost by backing down this time.
"… Then stay here. The rest of you, come with me."
When he opened his eyes again, Basho's eyes were no longer dejected. He turned around and nodded solemnly at Mo Yan, then slowly walked to a wall and pressed a hidden switch.
"Grandpa, let me help you." Ami saw that Basho's body hadn't fully recovered, and hurriedly ran over.
"It's okay. Grandpa isn't that old yet."
"Grandpa isn't old. He's just sick for the time being. When he's sick, he needs to be taken care of." Ami didn't let go, and stubbornly and seriously said.
Basho patted Ami's hand and stopped struggling. He smiled for the first time since he woke up.
At this time, the door to the secret room slowly opened. Basho took the lead and walked out. The other dojo apprentices followed closely behind, and Mo Yan was responsible for bringing up the rear.
Those who stayed in the secret room silently watched Basho and the others leave, hoping that the battle would end as soon as possible.
Soon, everyone returned to the surface. When they saw the destroyed Shallow Onion Dojo, including Basho, their eyes couldn't help but turn red.
After all, this was their home as well.
"Senior, where should we go first?"
"These children haven't grown up yet. I heard you say that the battle at the port has ended. Why don't we meet up with them first?"
Basho still wanted to play it safe. He didn't want anything to happen to the family's remaining future.
"Then let's meet up first, Geng Gui!"
"Hah ~"
The Geng Gui appeared and lifted everyone up with a spatial barrier. Accompanied by a series of exclamations, they disappeared from the Shallow Onion Dojo.
The Geng Gui's speed was naturally slower than the Megalodon when it was carrying so many people. However, it only took them half an hour to reach the lighthouse at the south port.
After everyone landed steadily, George and a group of trainers who were less injured came to greet them.
Everyone was delighted when they saw Basho. They quickly informed him of the current situation.
George was also among the crowd. He gave Mo Yan a reassuring look, indicating that there were no other accidents during that period of time.
With Basho around, it naturally didn't fall to Mo Yan to organize the rescue team. He just had to be a strong fighter.
George, on the other hand, couldn't stay idle at all. After seeing that Mo Yan was fine, he hurriedly turned around and continued his treatment work.
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