Chu Tianshu's eyes instantly focused, he grabbed Zhong Chuxi's chair next to him, kicked off his feet, and his and Zhong Chuxi's chairs slid to the wall, and at the same time he shouted: "Be careful."
Everyone in the venue looked at Chu Tianshu in astonishment, wondering what he suddenly called out.
Before Yan Nujiao and others could react, there was a "pah pah pah" sound at the door.
Following the noise, small holes appeared in the door.
The two water glasses on the conference table broke into pieces.
Only then did Yan Nujiao react and shouted hurriedly: "Everyone, be careful, someone is shooting..."
As soon as he finished speaking, the door of the conference room was opened with a "bang" from outside.
A man wearing a Dali Temple uniform and a stern face appeared at the door of the conference room.
He was holding a Dali Temple standard pistol in his hand, but with a silencer added.
He aimed at the people in the conference room and pulled the trigger brazenly.
Choo Choo Choo!
The muzzle of fire bloomed.
The conference room suddenly became a chaotic mess.
Yan Nujiao's ability to adapt can be regarded as quick. When the door was opened by the other party, she turned over the conference table and blocked the direction of the door.
Therefore, most of the bullets fired by the intruders hit the conference table.
The power of this standard pistol was average, and the board of the conference table was more than an inch thick, enough to block all bullets, so no one was injured.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Zhong Chuxi and others also drew their guns and fought back.
The intruder quickly dodged and ducked into a corner to hide, while firing back.
Yan Nujiao glared at Zhong Chuxi who was on guard with a gun, and shouted sternly: "This is a matter of our Nandu Dali Temple, no outsiders need to interfere."
Her angry expression was distorted: "You dare to break into Dali Temple and kill people. I just don't want to live anymore."
Chu Tianshu gave Zhong Chuxi a hand and advised: "Let me solve it by myself, so as not to be thankless."
Zhong Chuxi frowned, pondered for a moment, and lowered the muzzle of the gun.
At this time, messy shouts and screams also came from outside.
Zhong Chuxi said in a deep voice: "It seems that there is more than one killer who broke in. Who is it that is so rampant that he dares to break into Dali Temple and kill people..."
At this point, her pupils suddenly shrank: "Is it... the Blood Knife Sect you are talking about?"
Accompanied by screams, a man wearing a Dali Temple uniform rushed in from outside the door and fell to the ground dead.
At the same time, someone outside shouted in a deep voice: "Hand over our guardians, or else your Nandu Dali Temple will be a river of blood today!"
Chu Tianshu shrugged: "It seems so."
"asshole!"
Looking at the subordinate who fell dead in front of him, Yan Nujiao's eyes were about to burst.
She cursed angrily and pushed away the conference table in front of her.
The heavy conference table crashed towards the intruder.
When the conference table flew out, Yan Nujiao also flew out like a cheetah.
The intruder raised his foot and kicked the conference table away from him, but Yan Nujiao's pistol had already locked onto him and pulled the trigger repeatedly towards him.
The intruder hurriedly hid aside, but the bullet had already scratched a long wound on his thigh.
The wound must have affected a major artery, and the blood instantly stained the intruder's trousers red.
Injured in the leg, the intruder staggered and failed to escape.
Yan Nujiao's next two shots all hit his chest.
Two flowers of blood suddenly bloomed from the intruder's chest, his eyes widened, and he fell to the ground dead.
Yan Nujiao straightened up, glanced at Zhong Chuxi as if demonstrating, and said coldly: "Our Nandu Dali Temple is capable of solving any emergencies... Anyone who wants to offend our Nandu Dali Temple will suffer this..."
Zhong Chuxi had no expression on her face and said nothing.
Chu Tianshu said jokingly: "Then I wish Director Yan a smooth repelling of the foreign enemies."
Yan Nujiao snorted heavily and rushed out with a gun, followed by her men.
Outside, the gunshots and screams continued.
Zhong Chuxi frowned: "These people are so arrogant, they dare to attack Dali Temple."
Chu Tianshu smiled: "The Blood Knife Sect has done so many daring things, but attacking Dali Temple is nothing."
Zhong Chuxi said worriedly: "Do you think they can deal with such people from the Blood Knife Sect?"
Chu Tianshu curled his lips and said, "You haven't seen Director Yan's tone be so harsh?
I'm sure it's okay, don't worry."
The gunshots outside became more and more intense, and screams came one after another.
Yan Nujiao's loud shouts also entered the conference room: "Hold on... everyone, hold on, support will be here soon..."
Then, Yan Nujiao shouted excitedly: "Colleagues, Secretary Li is here. With his first-grade Chi Yan cultivation, these gangsters are definitely no match for him."
The sound of energy clashing reached my ears in waves.
Zhong Chuxi's expression was relaxed: "With the Red Flame master coming forward, there should be no problem."
"Have you forgotten that the one I just destroyed was the seventh grade Red Flame?"
Chu Tianshu smiled and said, "It's not impossible for a person of the seventh grade of Red Flame to have a few first and second grade Red Flames appear under his hands, right?"
Although the attitude of Yan Nujiao and others made her unhappy, she was a member of Dali Temple after all, and she still couldn't accept the fact that gangsters were allowed to break into Dali Temple and commit murder.
Sure enough, within two minutes, Yan Nujiao's exclamation came to their ears: "Secretary Li... Secretary Li, are you okay?"
Yan Nujiao shouted loudly: "The bandit leader Chi Yan is the second grade, and Secretary Li is seriously injured... Go and ask for Minister Ling..."
Zhong Chuxi suddenly couldn't sit still.
She stood up suddenly and said in a deep voice: "No, I can't just sit back and watch those gangsters commit crimes."
After saying that, she strode out.
Chu Tianshu had no choice but to follow out with the cigarette he had just lit.
The two came outside and saw that the hall was in chaos.
Men and women wearing Dali Temple uniforms huddled in corners and behind bunkers, beaten by the gangsters and unable to stand out.
The bodies of men and women wearing Dali Temple uniforms were scattered all over the ground, and some were lying on the ground, holding their injured parts and screaming in agony.
Yan Nujiao hid behind a marble pillar, her face as dark as the bottom of a pot.
Seeing Chu Tianshu coming out of the conference room, her eyes lit up and her lips moved, but she still said nothing.
A man, also wearing a black cloak and with a hideous scar on his face, stood in the middle of the hall and shouted in a deep voice: "Hand over our guardians, or else your Dali Temple in the southern capital will not be spared today."
Yan Nujiao said sternly: "Don't be so arrogant. When our minister comes, we will see how you die."
The scar-faced man smiled sinisterly: "It's useless for anyone to come."
At this time, Yan Nujiao's female assistant put down her cell phone and said in a panic: "The minister is not in Nandu, but a special team has been sent over."
The scar-faced man laughed wildly: "By the time the special forces arrive, you will all have turned into cold corpses."