"That's the situation. Dear guests, I'm very sorry." After saying that, the curator bowed humbly.
Some of the guests in front did not believe it and insisted on seeing it with their own eyes.
The director did not stop him and asked his personal guards to escort the guests to the front to look outside the gate of the large shopping mall. They came back soon, with expressions on their faces ranging from fear to shock.
When everyone behind them saw this, they had to believe it.
But then, there was an even louder noise. Everyone was whispering about the current situation, and some guests and their family members began to cry. The crowd was in commotion and the scene was a bit out of control.
"So," the curator had no choice but to raise his voice and shout loudly, "we are asking everyone to move to our agency cave for temporary shelter. Please believe that the big store will be able to protect your safety."
"But once they discover us there, won't we have no way to escape?!" someone asked loudly.
"Don't worry about this. Our agencies are fully secretive and will ensure that this kind of thing will not happen." The curator tried his best to appease everyone's mood, patting his chest and making a guarantee.
After a while, the crowd got really quiet. Everyone looks at me and I look at you, and they all know that at this time, they have no better way.
The war was raging outside, and if they dared to show their faces, they would die. Rather than arguing endlessly, it would be better to believe in his last resort for preservation. After all, other than that, all these defenseless people can do right now is pray.
"If you have no objections, please come with me." A guard next to the curator looked at them and said.
There was no other way. Soon, the silent crowd began to move slowly with the guards.
The curator stood aside and watched them off, his eyes full of sadness. He knew in his heart that in this way, the rich connections and lofty reputation he had gained through running his large business house for hundreds of years were all over.
Fu Yunge and Dongfang Shiming stood behind the curator, watching all this happen, and they both felt extremely regretful and hurt.
The crowd gradually dispersed from the entrance of the auction hall, and a few people at the end of the crowd also followed. Among them is Ju Lao.
Ju Lao walked to the curator and suddenly stopped, unable to speak.
The curator looked at him, but didn't speak in a hurry.
"I think I won't follow them." Ju Lao whispered to the curator as he watched the crowd gradually move away.
The curator was not surprised. He nodded, sighed and said, "That's fine, that's fine."
"...Jiuche Xiaoying's purpose for targeting the big business hall this time is Golden Wind Peony. And it's in your hands now." The curator looked at the box that Ju Lao carefully protected with complicated eyes.
"I know. So if those thugs know that I left, maybe the crisis here can be resolved." Ju Lao was very aware.
"Do you want to die?" The curator raised his gray eyebrows and looked at the familiar old man in front of him, "We can't let you die, and we won't allow Golden Wind Peony to fall into the hands of evil criminals."
"I didn't say I was going to die." Ju Lao moved his eyes to the two teenagers behind him and said leisurely:
"Don't you already have a plan? I just need to cooperate with you, right?"
Fu Yunge and Dongfang Shiming admired the old man's wisdom. He is indeed the pillar of Chateau Cuisine for many years. Although he is kind and kind, he is also a shrewd old man.
The curator stroked his beard, laughed, and patted Ju Lao on the shoulder with his other hand: "Old friend, you are right. This child will protect you when you return to Pima Village."
As he spoke, he turned sideways and pointed at Fu Yunge.
It turns out they had just discussed it. With Fu Yunge's strength, it would not be a big problem to escort Ju Lao out of the fight outside. Dongfang Shiming and the curator went to the underground cave of the agency to protect the personal safety of other guests.
If the crisis of the Grand Merchant House is really lifted due to the departure of Jinfeng Peony, Dongfang Shiming will also rush to Pazhuang to help later.
Ju Lao looked at Fu Yunge carefully, narrowed his eyes and smiled: "Okay. Young hero, the old man's life is in your hands."
Fu Yunge admired him very much when he saw that the old man was still in the mood to make fun of him at this time. He nodded solemnly and asked Ju Lao to take the first step with him.
The curator shook hands with Mr. Ju and said goodbye. He silently watched the two people leaving. After a while, he looked at Dongfang Shiming again:
"In that case, it's time for you and me to go."
Dongfang Shiming nodded.
Their cave was not as safe as promised, and the curator lied to appease everyone. If something unexpected happens, they can only sit back and wait for death.
In this case, everyone must have the consciousness to stay with us until the end.
Dongfang Shiming strode towards the cave with the curator, the silver fan in his sleeve secretly flashing a ripple-like light.
Outside the museum, the fighting is still stalemate. Many big men moved to the main street, and with the help of Poinsettia just now, the situation that had collapsed before was slightly restored to some balance.
The guards were loyal, each used their special skills, and fought fiercely with the big men to the death. Swords, swords and shadows are like rain. It can be said that it is not easy to break out from here.
When Fu Yunge saw this, he couldn't help but carried Ju Lao on his back.
He took out his sword and thought about the "Thirteen Shus of Yunji" he had studied in the past few days several times in his mind, and he became more confident.
In an instant, he spotted a gap in the crowd and suddenly broke out along the gap drawn by the blade. He swung the sword in his hand at the same time, blocking the villains who wanted to block the road or harm Ju Lao at any time.
Mr. Ju had never seen such a battle before. He closed his eyes tightly and still protected the precious brocade box in his arms. There were countless sounds of wind and swords in his ears, and he only felt that the moist heat wave in the air gradually became thinner during the bumps.
It turned out that in just a few moments, Fu Yunge lived up to expectations and had already rushed to the outside of the crowd!
His martial arts were already good, and with the guidance of "Yunji Thirteen Shus", his martial arts became even more proficient. At this time, facing these big men with strong bodies and mediocre martial arts, he naturally had full confidence.
After fending off the last sword, Fu Yunge ran for a while with Ju Lao on his back.
It wasn't until he confirmed that he was far away from the crowd that he could escape, and that he was not far from the riverside, then he turned around and shouted with all his strength:
"Golden Wind Peony is here!!"
With a loud shout, the response was indeed quite big. Countless big men who were still fighting suddenly turned their heads and looked at Fu Yunge with wide eyes, as if they had discovered a great prey, and they all looked extremely excited.
When Fu Yunge saw this, he immediately turned around and ran away.
Immediately, dozens of big men behind him followed him like crazy. Running and chasing each other, the crowd rushed towards the Fuxing Pier on the riverside.
The sky was getting dark, and the misty sky was like chaos. The dark clouds have been filled with rainwater that has been hesitating and refusing to fall for a long time. There was only the roar of the wind, and the sky was filled with smoke-like chaos.
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