"Mr. Zhu Mo, I am your loyal fan. I am so happy to meet you."

Dan covered her blushing cheeks with her hands and patted them like a little girl, shyly admiring the living idol in front of her.

"I'm not a celebrity...how come you are my fan?"

The woman's fiery passion frightened Zhu Mo so much that he could not help but take two steps back.

Han Ningchu beside him also had a strange expression on his face, and was looking at Zhu Mo with a questioning look.

Zhu Mo shrugged and indicated that he didn't know either.

Dan's eyes were obsessed, as if he was completely intoxicated.

Just as Zhu Mo was thinking about how to get rid of this woman, a hearty laugh sounded from behind him.

Lu came over with a smile and patted Dan on the shoulder and said:

"My family's Dan has admired Mr. Zhu Mo for a long time. Perhaps because she is also the youngest in the Lawrence family, she has great admiration for Mr. Zhu Mo in her heart."

After finishing speaking, he found that Zhu Mo still had no change of expression, Lu took off his gray hat and nodded slightly to Zhu Mo: “Lu Lawrence.”

"So it's the famous butcher Lu. I've heard a lot about you." Zhu Mo smiled back.

When Lu heard the title of butcher, his face turned ugly for a moment, but it only lasted for a moment.

His old face still had a harmless smile on it, and he laughed and said, "I didn't expect that the title I used to be in my youth would still be known by young people. I'm a little surprised."

The Lawrence family was different in the past. Back then, they were the largest violent organization in the United States.

It's just that they have been whitewashed and engaged in business because of the changes in the times, but in essence, they are just guys who appear civilized on the surface but are still violent in their hearts.

Generally, only those from the Carey and Herman families dare to call him that.

This is the first time that someone of Zhu Mo's age has called him a butcher.

"Ahem, Dan, please step aside for now. Dad wants to talk to Patriarch Zhu alone."

Because of this daughter, Lu had to take the initiative to talk to Zhu Mo despite the murderous gazes of everyone present.

Cold sweat dripped down his face unconsciously. He just wanted to take Dan away quickly and not have anything to do with Zhu Mo.

How could Ke Dan be obedient? At that moment, she only had Zhu Mo in her eyes and would not listen to even her own father's words.

Lu was a little impatient, and gave Zhu Mo a forced smile and said, "Then we can talk about it when we have time. I'll take Dan over first..."

"Dan, hurry up! Those lunatics can't hold back anymore..."

Although Lu is old now, he was once a butcher dancing on the edge of a knife, and the strong murderous aura behind him makes him nervous.

He had to quickly take Dan, his only daughter born in old age, away and protect her to prevent her from being accidentally hurt by the madman.

Before coming here, I reminded those lunatics not to take action here, and they agreed to it at that time. But now they have burst out with such strong murderous intent.

"Mr. Zhu Mo, please sign my mask..."

"Oh my god, you're crazy."

The murderous aura behind him was extremely strong, and it seemed that it would explode in the next second. Lu didn't care about that and directly pulled Dan away with brute force.

As soon as I left, a whistling sound piercing the air reached my ears.

Several shurikens shot out.

Zhu Mo's mouth curled up slightly, and he said with a regretful tone: "Oh, why are you so anxious? You don't even give us time for a dance."

"Senior, it looks like we'll have to dance next time."

When he turned around, he saw Han Ningchu had already taken off her high heels and was ready to fight, which made Zhu Mo feel embarrassed.

No matter how you look at it, it seems like Han Ningchu is here for a fight.

Several shurikens were knocked away by the holy light emanating from Zhu Mo when they were less than a fist away from him.

The broken shuriken fell to the ground with a crackling sound, breaking the dead silence that had ensued after Zhu Mo came.

"Baga, we must kill Zhu Mo today to avenge our fellow countrymen who died in Hongri."

Yamamoto Tomiyoshi took off his dress uniform, revealing a pure black ninja suit underneath.

His call attracted hundreds of responses, and hundreds of ninjas and samurai appeared throughout the banquet hall.

Several warriors, wearing wooden clogs that made tapping sounds on the ground, ran to the door to block Zhu Mo's retreat.

In an instant, the banquet hall was shrouded in murderous intent, and a tense and depressing atmosphere permeated every inch of space.

"Mr. Carey, should we intervene?" Carey's men standing beside him asked.

Kaili smiled slightly and shook his head: "No, we are not here to fight today, just watch from the side."

"yes!"

"Wait..." Just as his men were about to leave, Kaili stopped them with a sinister smile on his face: "If... I mean if Zhu Mo and the others are no longer able to do it, then charge at them like mad dogs and tear them to pieces!"

"People outside, please help to block them and don't let anyone in casually." After saying that, Kaili waved his hand and told his men to retreat.

He swirled the remaining red wine in the glass with a strange smile on his face: "Maybe... these Red Sun people can really beat the master to death with random punches."

"Come on, let me see your true abilities. It would be boring if you were defeated so easily, Zhu Mo."

Although surrounded by countless enemies, there was no change on Zhu Mo's face.

He is not a fool, so he had naturally thought of all kinds of situations before coming.

It's a bit surprising that these guys would choose to take action so quickly.

Pulling Han Ningchu beside him over, Zhu Mo slowly released thick black mist from his body.

The thick fog is slowly condensing into the image of a devil.