"Bang!" Biaozi raised his hand and shot the sky, then pointed it at Zhao Momo's head, "Yao Bo, don't be defeated by us. There are more than a dozen people here, and it's enough for you to have more than a dozen lives!"

"Biaozi, you really want to be in trouble with our Mr. Yuan!"

"It was him who couldn't get along with us. He sent someone to arrest Boss Dong, and now he wants to kill us all. Yuan Xiangcheng has such a cruel thought!"

Lu Shan noticed the gunshots, which were opened upwards and happened in the Zhuangjia ancestral hall.

Obviously, those people were heading for the people in the ancestral hall. I don’t know how the monk and Dehui were. Now there are many people watching at the front and back doors of the ancestral hall, and there are more and more people.

Lu Shan knew nothing about the situation in the ancestral hall, so he could only rely on Yang Shangwu and Dehui to adapt to the situation!

"Senior Brother, what should I do? They surrounded the ancestral hall and couldn't get in?" Dehui and Yang Shangwu were both costumes of ordinary people, so no one cared about it when they were mixed in.

"Wait and see!" Yang Shangwu said, suddenly there was a commotion at the beginning of the village. A group of village soldiers holding spears surrounded the brightly dressed young man and walked over quickly. The young man had a small flat head, glasses, a suit, a small vest, and leather shoes on his feet could be seen in a mirror!

"Membersman, who is this person?" Yang Shangwu asked a middle-aged farmer beside him in a low voice.

"You don't know this, the eldest master of our banker, the owner of this ancestral hall!" Yang Shangwu, who was despised by the middle-aged uncle, glanced at him, "I see you, aren't you a local, right?"

"No, I happened to pass by and saw the excitement and came over!" Yang Shangwu closed his hands and said.
Chapter completed!