The Kuki family.
The important members of the family sat on the ground, listening to the person kneeling in front of the head of the family reporting the battle situation in tears.
"Tianjing City Zhu Clan, Zhu Qing personally led the team to defeat the fourth, sixth, and thirteenth teams. The head of the family, Kuki Kenta, was killed by Zhu Qing himself!"
Hearing this, the head of the family, Jiu Guixin, almost fainted, holding his forehead and sighing: "Why did all three teams die at the hands of that Zhu Qing?"
The Red Sun man kneeling on the ground wiped the tears from his face casually and choked up:
"He is the eldest son of the Zhu family. Not only is he very powerful, but each of his thirty-three generals is also incredibly strong."
"Oh? Kenta is a quasi-saint, how could he die in his hands?" Kukishin's voice became louder and louder, and in the end it was almost a roar.
Kenta Kuki is not only his cousin, he is also one of the best masters in the Kuki family.
He has reached the level of a quasi-saint when he is only in his 40s, and has the best chance of becoming the fifth saint of the Kuki family in the future.
But this genius that the Jiugui family was proud of was killed by Zhu Qing within less than a week of the war with the Tianjing Zhu family.
This was unacceptable to Jiu Guixin.
Even if he died together with the eldest young master of the Zhu family, or seriously injured Zhu Qing, he could barely accept it.
"Then... Zhu Qing is a saint himself. And he has three saints under his command. Only the elite team we send out has the strength to fight him."
"What? How old is the eldest son of the Zhu family? He can't be the same age as me, right?"
These words made Jiu Gui extremely frightened.
The faces of the retainers sitting on both sides were equally horrified.
"Zhu Qing is only... in his thirties now."
"This Zhu family... is really not simple." Sitting slumped on the floor, Jiu Guixin suddenly felt a strong sense of uneasiness in his heart.
He was originally extremely determined to go to war with the Zhu family of Tianjing, but now he began to waver a little.
In the entire Red Sun Kingdom, he knew of only two saints under the age of forty.
The eldest son of the Zhu family is a saint at such a young age. It is really enviable.
Just when Jiu Gui was doubting his life, a subordinate walked in from outside the door.
"Master, Mr. Cotton from the United States has arrived."
"Quick! Please invite Mr. Cotton in!" Jiu Guixin ordered excitedly.
Soon, a tall white man and a handsome man in a suit and black-framed glasses walked in.
Jiu Guixin flattered the white man and bowed 90 degrees: "Hello, Mr. Cotton. I am Jiu Guixin, the head of the Jiu Gui family."
In order to meet Cotton, Jiu Guixin has specially learned to introduce himself in American these days.
The reason for using American English was naturally to please this distinguished guest who flew in from the other side of the ocean.
The white man had a question mark on his face. He took a step back and pointed at the young man next to him: "Watt? This is Mr. Cotton."
"kindness?"
The subordinate who could speak American immediately translated for Jiu Guixin.
Jiu Guixin rubbed his eyes in disbelief. This gentle-looking handsome man looked like an Asian.
How could it be Mr. Cotton from the United States?
After a moment of silence, Cotton said in fluent American: "Hello, I am Mr. Cotton."
"Hi!"
Jiu Guixin, who was still bent over, finally sobered up a little and laughed, "I never thought that the distinguished Mr. Cotton is actually from Asia Y. Are you of Red Japanese descent?"
"Yan Clan."
"Oh~Yanyi."
Although he hated Yan Guo in his heart, Jiu Guixin had to be polite to Mr. Cotton.
Because this is the financial sponsor of their Jiugui family.
He had begged and pleaded with everyone to get in touch with this wealthy father from a hidden American family, so he dared not neglect him.
"You look like you have some dissatisfaction with the Yan people." Cotton looked down at him coldly and spoke in red Japanese.
"How could that be? This is absolutely impossible."
Jiu Guixin immediately waved his hand to deny it, with a flattering smile on his face:
"I love Yan Country and its culture very much, and I have many friends in Yan Country. How could I dare to be dissatisfied with the noble Yan people?"
The Red Sun people's nature of bullying the weak and fearing the strong was fully demonstrated in Jiu Guixin at this moment.
"That's good. I'll let Julian talk to your people about the business."
"Father..."
At this time, a beautiful woman in kimono shouted and walked in.
Seeing the woman, Jiu Guixin looked kind and said, "Shaminai, why did you barge in without telling me?"
"Didn't father say that you would accompany me to Jirui Temple today? There will be a fireworks display there tonight, and you promised me that you would go with me."
Shaminai looked aggrieved, fearing that Jiugui would change his mind.
"I'm really sorry, but I really can't do that today. Shamina, I have to accompany this very important guest today."
"guest?"
Shaminai had a helpless look on her face and looked at Cotton with disgust.
Plop...
It's the sound of a heartbeat.
The disgust on his face instantly turned into surprise and joy.
The VIP that the father mentioned turned out to be the man he met a few days ago, Zhu Mo.
Ever since that day of separation, Shaminai has always felt a sense of loss.
I regret why I didn’t keep his contact information.
This was the first time in his life that he had thought about a man like that.
Whether it is before going to bed or while eating, this handsome face flashes through my mind almost every moment of my life.
"Zhu Mojun..."
"It's nice to see you again. Shaminai." Zhu Mo smiled.
"What a huge contrast! It turns out Zhu Mojun can be so gentle?" Shaminai covered her mouth and laughed secretly.
"Do you know him? Please don't be rude. This is the most distinguished Mr. Cotton from the United States."
"It's okay, I've met Miss Shaminai." Zhu Mo smiled.
Shamina put her hands behind her back shyly like a little girl:
"Father, leave this Mr. Cotton to me. I will entertain you."
"So Mr. Zhu Mo, is your name Zhu Mo or Ke Dun?"
"Both are my names. Zhu Mo is my red sun name. You can call me whatever you like." Zhu Mo replied with a smile.
"this..."
Jiu Guixin, who was somewhat at a loss, asked, "Mr. Cotton, what do you think?"
"Then let Miss Shaminai entertain me. I haven't been anywhere during these few days since I came to Hongri Country. It has been two years since I last came to Hongri Country." Zhu Mo sighed.
Hearing the last sentence, Jiu Guixin nodded secretly.
Before Cotton came, Jiu Guixin had sent someone to investigate once. He had indeed been to the Red Sun Country once two years ago, but he was attending a palace meeting at that time.
"Then the matter of entertaining Mr. Cotton will be left to us, Shamina. You must entertain our distinguished guest from the Kuki family well."
Kukishin touched Shamina's head lovingly.
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