Villain: Forced to accept a marriage contract at the beginning

"Uh... is there anything else, young master?"

With one arm on his shoulder, Zhu Mo sneaked a glance at Nanmenyue behind him.

Nanmenyue who took a look at this felt inexplicable and confused: "Hey, why are you still looking at me?"

"We are allies, shouldn't we help each other? How can you leave your allies alone in this bird place?"

"ally?"

Nanmenhu thought to himself that he had not yet reached the age of dementia.

Why can't I remember Zhu Mo as an ally at all.

"That's right. Think about it. If I really accidentally died in the Red Sun Country, and you lost an ally, wouldn't my father have to blame you for not saving me?"

"This... what are you talking about? Even if I have ten guts, I wouldn't dare to die."

Nanmen Tiger scratched his head and said puzzledly: "But I really don't remember being an ally with you. We only have two sides..."

"What? Nanmen Yue Mingming told me that if she helped you become the Patriarch of the Nanmen, she would help me become the Patriarch of the Zhu Family."

"You father and daughter won't joke with me about such a serious matter, will you? If I want to be the head of the family, I have to rely on you father and daughter."

Although Zhu Mo's tone was very flat, his expression was gloomy and terrifying.

Hearing his words, Nanmen Tiger froze in place as if struck by lightning.

Looking back slowly, she glared at Nanmen Yue with extremely kind eyes.

Nanmenyue blinked her eyes, her face was full of grievances, she didn't know what exactly Zhu Mo said to her father, he wanted to stare at herself like this.

"That... let me think about it again."

"Nanmen Yue, you are really... shameless!"

After pretending to cough a few times, the Nanmen Tiger was about to get away.

But how could Zhu Mo let him slip away, and the strength in his hands increased to prevent him from getting out:

"Uncle Tiger, I am the only one who can help you now. You also know that Nanmen Town has my elder brother's help. If you really want to turn around, you can only find me."

"But I don't want to be the head of the house..."

Zhu Mo sighed, a little impatiently:

"You don't think for yourself, you have to think for your daughter, too?"

"You know your daughter's temper better than I do. She will definitely not be reconciled to making Nanmen Town the head of the family. She must use your banner to rebel..."

Nanmen Tiger was on the verge of crying at this moment, not only had he thought about it, he had even dreamed about it.

He was really worried. If Nanmen Town became the Patriarch, Nanmen Yue would definitely not sit still.

This daughter is an ambitious, disheveled and fun-loving stinky girl.

"What sin did you do to give birth to such a daughter?"

Shaking his head, Nanmen Tiger gritted his teeth and squeezed out with difficulty: "Okay!"

"Then what are you going to do next?"

A gleam of coldness flashed in Zhu Mo's eyes: "Of course, the bigger the trouble, the better, and the whole city of Taijing will be turned upside down."

"What do you mean by that?" Nanmen Tiger said nervously after swallowing.

What he meant seemed a little too extreme...

"What are you hemming and haggling about? Do you just kill anyone you see and set fires everywhere?"

"Ah? It's not good... It's not good for the international influence."

Such extreme words were actually said lightly by you?

It seems that the three young masters of the Zhu family are not easy-going lamps, and there is a posture that the ink comes from the black and is better than the black.

It's really scary.

"Don't be afraid, if something goes wrong, I..." paused: "My father will take care of it."

"As the saying goes, if you are close to Zhu, you will be red, and if you are close to ink, you will be black. This is true. It is good to stick to the Zhu family, but it is true when you are involved..." Nanmen Tiger beeped softly.

"What did you say?"

"No no...I just farted."

...

"idiot!"

Yamamoto Fuzen walked on the streets of Taijing City in embarrassment with the remnant soldiers and defeated generals.

Everyone will take the initiative to avoid them when they see them.

"Master Patriarch, what should we do! Patriarch Nine Ghosts and Patriarch Zhukou have all died in their hands. It is very difficult for us to deal with so many people from Yan Kingdom..."

People around me are very pessimistic about this situation.

Some people even suggested that people from the Yan Kingdom come to support them overnight, eliminate these intruders, and then discuss how to destroy the Zhu family in Tianjing in the long run.

But this proposal was decisively rejected by Tomiyama Yamamoto.

What a joke, the three families have been planning for ten years and waiting for this day, how can they choose to give up because of this little setback.

"Let's go to the palace meeting now, and ask Gong Guitai to get rid of them!"

"I also contacted the major forces of the Red Sun Kingdom to support Taijing City. They said that the entire Taijing City was invaded by the Tianjing Zhu family. Please come and guard Taijing City."

Yamamoto Fuzen took a deep breath and ordered with a solemn face.

"Hi!"

After a while, everyone drove to the palace meeting.

But everyone was stunned on the spot, with their mouths wide open and expressions of disbelief, staring dumbfounded at the scene in front of them.

"what's going on..."

Yamamoto Fuzen's legs were weak, and he sat on the ground looking at the row of bloody heads hanging under the plaque at the gate of the palace meeting.

The one in the middle is so familiar to him, isn't that the head of Gong Keita, the strongest man in the world?

After rubbing his eyes and slapping his hands a few times to confirm that he was not mistaken, Yamamoto Fuzen looked at everything in front of him in horror, his body trembling and his eyes terrified.

Yamamoto Fuzen was full of shock and fear at this time, he didn't know what words to use to describe his current mood.

"Is Gong Guitai dead? Who is it... Who in this world is capable of killing Gong Guitai?"

The gate of the palace opened and a man wearing a white scarf walked out.

The man was Umegawa Uchibori, the No. [-] member of the Palace Council. He had a haggard face, dark circles under his eyes, and his eyes were bloodshot.

"Patriarch Yamamoto, the president is dead..."

"Nani? Even if he's dead, why did you hang Gong Keita's head here? Don't Uchibori-kun know that this is disrespectful?"

Yamamoto Fuzen was so emotional that he almost cried.

This blow to him was too great, too big for him to accept.

"Mr. Jia, who killed the president, let us hang here for a month. If anyone dares to take it down, he will come and destroy the entire palace."

Suffering such humiliation, Umegawa Uchibori, as the highest-status figure in the palace, could only choose to endure.

Because that day, including the chairman, more than 30 masters present were also killed by Jia Xin, and none of them survived.

By the time he arrived at the scene, there were already rivers of blood and corpses strewn across the field.

"Then what should we do next... The Nine Ghosts' family has basically suffered annihilation, and the Inoguchi family is probably killed and scattered everywhere."

Yamamoto Fuzen's face was full of remorse, regretting that he had played tricks and called Nanmen's house.

"That can't give up, we can't just admit defeat like this! We must keep our rear steady." Umegawa Uchibori gritted his teeth.