At that moment, when the guard saw the blank sheet Chen Mo handed over, he was somewhat moved. Well, this young man seemed to know how to handle things. Though he was a little dark-skinned—hmm! Darker than me—he really had potential. He knew how to handle things!
The paper was folded, so when the guard took it and happily unfolded it, he froze. It was just a blank sheet of paper! He turned it over and over, and his face immediately darkened even further. It was a fucking blank sheet of paper. There was nothing on it!
His rage instantly soared to the heavens. He reached for his gun, intending to fire a burst and kill the young man before him, the kind of execution that would last at least five minutes. This guy actually dared to tease soldiers holding guns. How much nerve did that take?
The other soldiers nearby had been leaning against the barricades and smoking. Seeing what was happening here, they placed their hands on their triggers and watched closely.
But Chen Mo formed a Restriction one-handed, drew upon his True Essence, and quietly cast an illusion technique. Against an ordinary person like the man before him, whose Mental Power was naturally weak, Chen Mo could make him enter an Illusion Realm with one hand, given his current proficiency with Restrictions.
The soldier froze. He had been about to throw away the paper, but it remained in his hand. The solemn and weighty greeting that was about to leave his mouth was also choked back.
"I'm one of your relatives, so you should smile and let me pass," Chen Mo said. He did not dare take too much advantage. He had originally wanted to say he was a relative from the guard's father's generation, but thought