"Lin Qianjun! Okay." Chen Qiangwei looked at the baby with affectionate and complicated eyes, then smiled miserably and said, "Mom, take him away."
"Okay, I'll have someone take you to the car." Guo Xuehua said.
"No, Mom. I don't plan to leave here." Chen Qiangwei hugged the baby tightly in her arms and choked up, "If you take me with you, the Hongmen people will not let the baby go."
"On the contrary, the baby will be safe if you take him with you."
"With my current status, if the Lin family openly protects us, it will become a weakness that will be attacked in the temple in the future."
Guo Xuehua was about to persuade him again when a heroic woman, fully armed, hurried in.
"Ms. Guo, something bad has happened. The Hongmen people are attacking us. They are too strong. Our people have suffered heavy losses. Please leave quickly!"
"What? How dare they be so arrogant in broad daylight?" Guo Xuehua said angrily.
"Madam, I think they are determined to die together. The Hongmen headquarters has been surrounded. They know there is no way out, so they came here with the belief that they will die." The woman said breathlessly.
Wu Guanjue is a powerful god. A big city like Donghai City has never been heavily guarded. The local armed police force alone is completely unable to stop Wu Guanjue from entering.
"boom!"
There was a loud bang, and the whole building seemed to tremble slightly.
A clear sound of footsteps came from the rooftop.
"Mom, please go away and don't worry about me. Please!" Chen Qiangwei begged.
"But..." The moment Guo Xuehua hesitated, both ends of the corridor were blocked by people. A man with black braids was holding a human head in his hand, dripping with blood.
On the other end was a man in a neat suit and glasses, holding a gun in his hand.
"boom!"
With a loud bang, a big hole appeared in the ceiling above. A man suddenly jumped down. A cloud of dust dispersed, and fine spider-web-like cracks appeared around the man's feet.
The man stood up slowly with an arrogant look in his eyes. He was an old man in his fifties, and the wrinkles on his face showed the vicissitudes of life.
He was dressed in a white robe, and just staring at him would make the hairs on your back stand on end.
"It's too late to leave!"
The old man uttered a few words softly, as if an eternal cold wind was blowing past, giving people a chill.
"The Hongmen is a mere lost dog, how dare you bark again?"
Suddenly, a figure jumped out, wearing clothes decorated in a strong Western style, walking with his hands behind his back, with the demeanor of a master.
Wu Guanjue squinted his eyes, then grinned and said, "It turned out to be Zhang Changsheng from Kunlun Void Realm. I heard that you are now a running dog. I didn't expect it to be true."
"I am a running dog, what are you? The Hongmen rebels are simply a group of beasts without a king or father. Stop talking nonsense and come to die!" Zhang Changsheng's eyes were indifferent.
Then he made a few sword gestures, and three black knife shadows appeared in the air, each as real as a substance, attacking Wu Guanjue.
"What? The sword light splitting technique?" Wu Guanjue murmured in surprise. He didn't expect that someone could use this sword technique that had been lost for many years. It was said that if practiced to the extreme, it could split into nine sword lights.
“Boom!”
Wu Guanjue concentrated all his energy and suddenly shouted loudly, lightning flashed all over his body and electric rays appeared everywhere.
Every move he made was filled with raging wind and thunder, and was extremely powerful.