Villain: Forced to accept a marriage contract at the beginning

The members of the Black Sun team looked at each other.

Just when the captain was about to move forward, Zhou Lu's thick palm fell on his shoulder, and his thumb turned backwards: "Hey, get out of here."

Looking at Zhou Lu and the group of masked Mowei guards behind him, the captain of the Black Sun team couldn't help but shiver.

There are three saints among these few people. If there is a head-on confrontation, the team led by him will be wiped out.

Sighing helplessly, he waved to the team members who brought him: "Go out first, I'll ask the Patriarch."

Zhu Mo went in and personally helped Zhu Shang out who was dressed in a gray suit.

When he saw Zhou Lu, Zhu Shang looked at Zhou Lu in front of him and touched his chin, showing a meaningful smile: "Oh, Xiao Zhou. Are you doing well with Xiao Mo?"

"Yes, my lord." Zhou Lu bowed to Zhu Shang with a little embarrassment on his face.

After all, this is his original master, it's a bit weird to meet him now.

Looking at the back of the Black Sun Team going away, 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 pissed me off! I guess he would have to bring two members of the Jingwei team with him to take a shit. To escort me, I will call a team of the Black Sun team."

"Do not..."

Pointing to the Black Sun team going away, he silently counted: "The first team is still five people short, huh...I'm really afraid that my father will not die."

Looking at Zhu Mo, Mo Wei chuckled and said, "Little Mo is better than that unfilial son in this regard. There are at least three saints."

Zhu Mo was ashamed, and said helplessly: "Grandpa, you should save your breath and speak at the conference."

"Stinky boy, do you dare to talk to grandpa like that now?"

"Well, Zhou Lu, help my grandfather go."

Flexibly dodging Zhu Shang's flying feet, Zhu Mo left first.

There were no accidents along the way, and Zhu Shang was brought smoothly outside the meeting place of the elders' meeting.

Or maybe it was because Mo Wei's lineup was too strong, 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 arena, shielded his hand from the sunlight and looked at the elders who were accompanying him: "Hey, what kind of guy has such a big posture?"

"Really, it's not where such a big battle came from the Black Shooting Club. It is clearly stipulated that one person, one car, they violated the order of the meeting. Come, follow me to have a look."

Fang Haoming led the two elders forward with his hands behind his back.

"Hmph, you must teach the guy in the car a good lesson. You really don't know the heights of the sky and the earth." Fang Haoming said viciously.

The two elders following behind shrugged and said nothing.

Zhu Shang got out of the car, exhaled deeply, deliberately straightened his back, and told Secretary Liu next to him: "Old Liu, don't help me. I can walk by myself."

"It's been four years in a blink of an eye, and I didn't come to the last conference. At that time, I naively thought that I would never have to step here in this life. I didn't expect to come here again before I died." Zhu Shang was filled with emotion.

"Hey, who am I talking about. Brother Zhu, you're here!"

Fang Haoming, who had a ferocious face just now, wanted to teach the people in the car a lesson, put on a flattering smile and bowed forward.

Clutching Zhu Shang's hand with both hands, nodding and bowing, he lowered his posture to the lowest: "It's been a long time since I saw you, I miss you so much!"

The corner of Zhu Shang's mouth slightly raised, he glanced coldly at Haoming below, and withdrew his hand: "I heard that Elder Fang wants to abolish all restrictions on the entry of foreign supernatural beings."

"Hehehe...Is there such a thing? I'm not sure..."

Thinking in his heart that it was bad, Fang Haoming turned his head to look at the two elders.

"Don't look at me, I...I don't know."

The two elders all pretended to be stupid.

"Well, I went in first. Come in slowly, don't fall down."

After dropping the words, Fang Haoming walked away at a fast pace as if fleeing.

With an extremely ugly face, he unconsciously pinched the corner of his clothes and frowned: "Didn't he say he was about to die? How did this old guy come back to life, damn it!"

He slapped his head vigorously, with an annoyed expression: "Oh, I'm such an ass, I forgot that there is such an unstable factor as Zhu Shang."

Just as Zhu Mo followed Zhu Shang into the venue, the elders who were already seated immediately pushed and pushed the elders around him to remind them in a low voice after seeing Zhu Shang.

In an instant, Zhu Shang became the focus of the entire venue.

Elders stood up one after another, staring at Zhu Shang and clapping their hands.

There are two tiers of seats at the front of the venue.

The five seats on the lower floor are the five second elders of the Presbyterian Church, and the seats on the upper floor are the chief elders.

Three of the secondary elders and the chief elder also stood up to pay their respects.

Fang Haoming snorted coldly, half lying on the chair with disdain written all over his face.

The applause was thunderous, and Zhu Shang walked slowly in the aisle with a calm expression.

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 the right to speak, and Zhu Min has slowly taken away Zhu Shang's power.

But a skinny camel is bigger than a horse, and Zhu Shang's participation in this meeting is definitely more important than Zhu Min.

The applause didn't stop until Zhu Shang sat in the front row, and all the elders sat down.

"Cough...then let's start the meeting." The chief elder cleared his throat, and talked a lot of nonsense into the microphone.

The elders below did not know how many were knocked down.

"The next step is the discussion session. The microphones in front of everyone will be turned on. Please abide by the order of the meeting..."

Hearing the word discussion, the elders who were still drowsy just now regained their spirits.

Everyone seemed to be preparing for a fight, slapping their faces to wake themselves up, stirring their tongues in their mouths for fear of getting stuck in a tongue fight later.

The sick old man also rolled up his sleeves, spit out the throat lozenges that had not 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 solemnly: "I still propose to abolish all restrictions on foreign supernatural beings and saints."

"I don't think such regulations are of any benefit to the Yan Kingdom. They are just ridiculous regulations fabricated by some people in order to protect their own interests."

Fang Haoming's aggressive words directly pointed the finger at the four major families, as well as the Zhu family.

The current situation is that all the elders are pointing their fingers at the four great families, the Zhu family.

On the contrary, the Zhu family, the four families who had always been at odds with each other in the Presbyterian Church, sat on the same boat together.

"Stop fucking farting, Fang Haoming! I think it's all for your own benefit, right? What's your intention in colluding with external forces and letting them into Yan Kingdom?"

The second elder sitting next to Fang Haoming, the man whose sign said Han Jingxiu jumped up, pointed his finger at Fang Haoming's head and cursed.