Chu Tianshu raised his eyebrows and couldn't help but think of his mother's natal family.
His surname was Murong, and he was from a top family in China. Chu Tianshu could basically conclude that the Murong in front of him was the Murong from his mother's family.
In the convoy in front, in a Hongqi car in the middle, there was a middle-aged couple sitting in the back row.
The man had a slim appearance, fair complexion, and deep and wise eyes.
Although his figure was far from burly, his whole body was filled with the aura of iron-blooded killing, and he also had the aura of being on top for a long time.
The middle-aged woman next to her was wearing a purple cheongsam and a pearl necklace around her neck. Each pearl was the size of a dragon's eye. Her movements showed a graceful and noble demeanor.
Although the corners of her eyes have left traces of time, it can still be seen that she must have been a gorgeous beauty when she was young.
Xie Wanying, a graceful woman, gently leaned her head on the man next to her and said softly: "Husband, what do you think Bei Youfeng wants to discuss with you when he calls you over this time?"
"The Jedi in all directions have been peaceful in the past two years."
Murong Xuan glanced at Xie Wanying fondly, "So what else can they say? It's just reminiscing about old times and trying to win over her."
Xie Wanying asked: "Has your husband made a decision in your heart?
Which one do you prefer?"
She held Murong Xuan's arm and brought her body close to Murong Xuan: "If you ask me, the Nangong family is more reliable. Although the Ximen family has the longest history among the four major families, it is also the first family responsible for guarding the Jedi.
However, after the Battle of Wenzhou more than ten years ago, the strength of the Ximen family was severely damaged, most of the elite men under their command were lost, and all the seven heroes of Ximen were killed. There was only one incompetent Ximen official left among the men of the Ximen lineage. Now we have to discuss
The strength is definitely not comparable to that of the Nangong family..."
"Wanying!"
Murong Xuan shouted in a long tone and gently held Xie Wanying's hand: "Why do I have to choose a family to seek refuge with?"
Xie Wanying said: "You are so versatile. Although the four families are treating you with great courtesy in order to win over you, you cannot get the full trust of any of them."
Murong Xuan sighed: "Once you become a vassal of a certain family, you will be restricted everywhere. So once the other three families are in trouble, it will be very difficult for me to step in and help."
Xie Wanying frowned slightly: "As long as we form an alliance with one of them, and have the Murong family's background and the support of the other party, although we will not be able to call the shots, we can definitely dominate China..."
"Wanying!"
Murong Xuan's tone was a little sharper, and he said in a deep voice: "My father worked hard to suppress the Jedi for the sake of the people of China, regardless of gains and losses. Do you think that when you come to me, you only think about personal interests?"
He stared at Xie Wanying: "How can I face my father like this?"
Xie Wanying broke away from Murong Xuan's hand and turned her head away from the window: "The Murong family has sacrificed almost everything for the people of China. The old man has been trapped in Wenzhou for more than ten years, but what did the Murong family get?"
Murong Xuan's eyes were firm: "Father taught me that in order to suppress the Jedi for the sake of the people of China, one should not care about personal honor and disgrace..."
He grabbed Xie Wanying's shoulders: "Regardless of personal honor or loss, Wanying, the Murong family has always done this, and it's not just words."
Xie Wanying's eyes were covered with a layer of mist, "I just feel worthless for the Murong family, for my father-in-law and for you."
"Nothing is worthless."
Murong Xuan's face softened, he smiled and said, "As long as China is fine, all the efforts made by the Murong family will be worth it."
At this time, the car slowly stopped.
Murong Xuan asked: "What's going on?"
Murong Po, who was sitting in the passenger seat in front, squeezed his headset and replied respectfully: "The road ahead is blocked. It seems that someone did it deliberately."
Xie Wanying sighed: "My father-in-law has been trapped in Wenzhou for more than ten years, but the revenge against the Murong family continues one after another. When will such days end?"
Murong Xuan squeezed Xie Wanying's hand and comforted her softly: "Madam, don't worry, it's just a small thing, it can't do anything to us."
He opened the car window, stuck his head out and looked forward, and saw several buses parked at the front of the motorcade, blocking the road tightly.
In the red flag cars in front and behind, the guards had already got out of the car.
Not far behind, Chu Tianshu's car also stopped.
Ren Changfeng said in shock: "What happened in front?"
Chu Tianshu directly opened the door and got out of the car.
Seeing this, Ye Shaoliu and others also followed him.
Chu Tianshu looked at the tightly blocked road ahead and said coldly: "Something's not right."
Ren Changfeng asked: "Master Chu, what should we do?"
Chu Tianshu said in a deep voice: "Let's take a look at the situation first.
Another bus was coming in the opposite direction and got stuck on the road.
The door of the bus opened, and a large group of well-dressed men and women with black scarves and masks got out.
At this time, one side of the road is surrounded by a mountain surrounded by stone dams.
On the top of the mountain, many similarly dressed figures also appeared.
Boo hoo hoo…
A crossbow arrow, as thick as an adult's thumb, was shot from the top of the mountain and struck at the convoy with a sharp roar.
The windows of the buses blocking the front were also shattered, and huge crossbows shining with metallic light were revealed.
With the sound of "dang, dang, dang," the sound of gold and iron clashing, thick crossbow arrows hit the red flag cars parked on the road.
However, these red flag cars have obviously been specially modified. The car body was not penetrated by the crossbow arrows, but was scratched by the sharp arrow tips, making a heart-wrenching sound.
Under the continuous bombardment of crossbow arrows, the bulletproof glass of the Hongqi car gradually began to appear spiderweb-like cracks.
The killers were obviously fully prepared before they came. While suppressing the convoy with huge crossbows, the killers on the top of the mountain took out Molotov cocktails, lit them and threw them towards the convoy.
Murong Xuan, with a stern face, squinted at everything outside and uttered one word coldly: "Kill!"
"yes."
Murong Po responded, held the headset and shouted: "Kill!"
After receiving the order, the guards of the Murong family began to fight back with guns. In an instant, several killers fell from the hill above their heads.
The killers holding Molotov cocktails were shot to death one after another.
There were also several killers. The Molotov cocktails in their hands were exploded by bullets, and their bodies suddenly burst into flames. They screamed and fell from the top of the mountain.
However, the fierce counterattack did not make the killers give up the attack, and their offensive became more fierce, constantly approaching the place where the Murong family's motorcade was.
Murong Xuan coldly ordered: "Contact the Beiyou family and ask them to send people to support you."
Murong Po took out his mobile phone, then frowned and said: "There is no signal, it must have been blocked by the other party."
Murong Xuan snorted coldly: "You are so well prepared, it seems you are determined to kill me!"