The members of the Black Sun team looked at each other.
Just as the captain was about to move forward, Zhou Lu's big hand landed on his shoulder, with his thumb turned backward and outward: "Hey, get out of here."
Looking at Zhou Lu and the group of masked Mo Guards behind him, the captain of the Black Sun team couldn't help but shudder.
There are three saints among these people. If they confront them head-on, the team he leads will be wiped out.
He sighed helplessly and waved to the team members he brought with him: "Go out first, I'll go ask the head of the family."
Zhu Mo went in and personally helped out Zhu Shang, who was wearing a grey suit.
When he saw Zhou Lu, Zhu Shang touched his chin and smiled meaningfully: "Hey, Xiao Zhou. Are you doing well around Xiao Mo?"
"Yes, Master." Zhou Lu bowed to Zhu Shang with a hint of embarrassment on his face.
After all, this person was his former master, and it does feel a bit weird to meet him now.
Looking at the receding backs of the Black Sun Team, Zhu Shang said coldly and spat on the ground: "Bah! Look at your father, he actually asked the Black Sun Team to escort me."
"This unfilial son really makes me angry! I guess he has to bring two people from the Jingwei team with him even when he goes to take a shit, and I will call a team of Black Sun to escort him."
"No..."
Pointing at the Black Sun Team going away, he counted silently: "The first team is still short of five people. Haha... I'm really worried that my father won't die."
Mo Wei, who was looking at Zhu Mo, chuckled and said, "In this respect, Xiao Mo is better than that unfilial son. At least there are still three saints."
Zhu Mo was embarrassed and said helplessly: "Grandpa, you should save your breath to speak at the meeting."
"You little brat, do you dare to talk to Grandpa like this now?"
"Um, Zhou Lu, help my grandpa walk."
Zhu Mo nimbly dodged Zhu Shang's big kick and left first.
There were no accidents along the way, and Zhu Shang was smoothly brought to the meeting place of the Presbyterian Church.
Or perhaps it was because the Mowei lineup was too strong, and those who wanted to assassinate Zhu Shang had to give up.
Many people outside the guild hall focused their attention on Zhu Mo's convoy.
Fang Haoming, who was about to enter the venue, shielded his eyes from the sun with his hands and looked out, patting the elder who was accompanying him: "Hey, what's going on with such a big show?"
"Really? It's not like the Black Shooting Society, so how could they make such a big scene? The rule is that one person per car, and they are violating the order of the meeting. Come on, let me take a look."
Fang Haoming walked forward with his hands behind his back and two elders.
"Hmph, we must teach the guys in the car a lesson. They simply don't know their place." Fang Haoming said viciously.
The two elders following behind him shrugged and said nothing.
Zhu Shang got out of the car, took a deep breath, straightened his back, and said to Secretary Liu beside him: "Old Liu, you don't need to support me. I can walk by myself."
"Four years have passed in the blink of an eye. I didn't come to the last conference. At that time, I naively thought that I would never have to set foot here in my lifetime. I didn't expect that I would have to come here again before I die." Zhu Shang was filled with emotion.
"Hey, who is that? Brother Zhu, you're here!"
Fang Haoming, who just had a ferocious look on his face and wanted to teach the people in the car a lesson, now put on a flattering smile and bowed forward.
She held Zhu Shang's hands tightly with both hands, nodded and bowed, lowering her posture to the lowest level: "It's been a long time since we last met. I missed you so much!"
Zhu Shang raised the corner of his mouth slightly, glanced at Fang Haoming coldly, and pulled his hand away: "I heard that Elder Fang wants to abolish all restrictions on the entry of foreign superpowers."
"Hehehe... is that true? I'm not sure..."
Thinking badly in his heart, Fang Haoming turned around and looked at the two elders.
"Don't look at me, I...I don't know."
The two elders pretended to be dumb.
"Well, I'll go in first. Please walk in slowly and don't fall."
After saying this, Fang Haoming left at a rapid pace as if he was escaping.
With an extremely ugly expression, he unconsciously pinched the corner of his clothes and frowned: "Didn't he say he was going to die? How did this old guy come back to life? Damn it!"
He slapped his head hard with an annoyed expression: "Oh, I am such an idiot. I forgot that Zhu Shang is such an unstable factor."
Zhu Mo and Zhu Shang had just walked into the meeting room. The elders who had already taken their seats immediately nudged the elders beside them and whispered reminders when they saw Zhu Shang.
In an instant, Zhu Shang became the focus of the entire venue.
One by one the elders stood up, stared at Zhu Shang and clapped their hands.
There are two tiers of seats at the front of the venue.
The five seats on the lower level are occupied by the five deputy elders of the Presbyterian Church, and the one on the upper level is occupied by the chief elder.
Three deputy elders and the chief elder also stood up to show their respect.
Fang Haoming snorted coldly, half lying on the chair with disdain written all over his face.
The applause was thunderous, but Zhu Shang looked calm and walked slowly in the aisle.
This is Zhu Shang’s influence in the Presbyterian Church.
More than half of the elders are members of the Zhu faction, and the leader of the faction is Zhu Shang.
In recent years, Zhu Shang has gradually lost his voice, and Zhu Min has slowly taken away Zhu Shang's power.
But a lean camel is bigger than a horse, and Zhu Shang's attendance at this conference is definitely more important than Zhu Min's.
The applause stopped only when Zhu Shang sat in the front row, and the elders sat down.
"Well... let's start the meeting." The chief elder cleared his throat and spoke a lot of nonsense into the microphone.
I don’t know how many elders below were knocked down.
"The next step is the meeting. Everyone's microphone will be turned on. Please follow the order of the meeting..."
Hearing the word "meeting", the elders who were drowsy just now suddenly became alert.
Everyone was slapping their faces to keep themselves awake, as if preparing for a fight, and stirring their tongues in their mouths for fear of getting stuck during the verbal battle.
The sickly old man also rolled up his sleeves, spit out the throat lozenge that had not yet completely melted in his mouth, and adjusted the position of the microphone on the table.
Fang Haoming glanced at Zhu Shang who was sitting in the front row, cleared his throat and said sternly: "I still propose to abolish all restrictions on foreign supernatural beings and saints."
"I think such regulations are of no benefit to Yan Country. They are just ridiculous regulations made up by some people to protect their own interests."
Fang Haoming's aggressive words directed the spearhead directly at the four major families and the Zhu family.
The current situation is that all the elders are pointing their fingers at the four major families, the Zhu family.
On the contrary, the Zhu family, one of the four families in the Elders' Council that had always been at odds with each other, rarely joined forces and sat on the same boat.
"Stop talking nonsense, Fang Haoming! I think that's all for your own benefit. What's your intention in colluding with external forces and letting them into Yan Country?"
The second elder sitting next to Fang Haoming, the man with the name Han Jingxiu on his sign, slammed the table, pointed his finger at Fang Haoming's head and cursed.
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