Master Head of the Dragon Soul

The bodyguard hesitated for a moment and said with embarrassment, "Mr. Shen, the Ye family does not meet the qualifications to attend our Charity Gala."

Shen Wanqian and a number of wealthy businessmen organized this banquet to raise money and gather supplies for the frontline soldiers.

In order to set an example, the invited guests were all billionaires with a net worth of at least $2 billion.

Although the Ye family had a net worth of over a billion, they did not meet the minimum requirements for the banquet.

"I understand. Then make an exception this time." Shen Wanqian pondered for a moment and waved his hand. "Take my business card and invite the Ye family on my behalf. Personally express my appreciation for my buddy."

In Shen Wanqian's eyes, if Chu Feng, such an outstanding young man, could be nurtured, the Ye family couldn't be far behind. Becoming a billion-dollar family was only a matter of time. "Yes, sir," the bodyguard responded.

Shen Wanqian nodded and looked at the city in front of him with emotion. "I hope that we can contribute our efforts and win this national war, giving the people of Xi Ye a peaceful life."

Shen Jing Er and the others remained silent, their hearts filled with anticipation for that day as well.

"Ha ha, contribute our efforts? Shen Wanqian, who do you think you are? Do you think you have the right to interfere in national affairs?"

Just then, suddenly, four or five vans abruptly stopped, and more than a hundred thugs armed with steel rods and machetes got out.

The leader had a bald head and a tattoo of a venomous snake with fangs, giving him a particularly ferocious appearance.

"You guys are from the Venomous Venomous Snake Gang!" Shen Jing Er's face changed drastically. The Venomous Snake Gang was the most notorious gang in the Xi Ye region, known for arson, murder, and looting.

Especially with the recent frequent wars, they had taken advantage of the chaos to expand their influence, with a manpower of several thousand.

"Sweetie, show some respect. Someone wants to buy your life, Mr. Shen. Come with us." The bald man smirked sinisterly and took out a shiny knife.

Several bodyguards immediately stood in front of Shen Wanqian, protecting him, but their expressions were extremely serious.

Although they were also experts, they couldn't possibly withstand over a hundred people with just their fists. They weren't like Chu Feng, who could kill effortlessly; he was incredibly powerful.

"Those corrupt officials really go all out for the sake of killing me. They have resorted to assassination along the way, and now they are openly robbing. "Shen Wanqian was both angry and indignant. "Is there still any law in this world?"

"Ha ha, at a time like this, you still talk about the law?" The bald man sneered disdainfully, and his subordinates all looked at Shen Wanqian with idiotic expressions.

"Taking away people's wealth is equivalent to killing their parents. Shen Wanqian, you took the lead in calling on the wealthy to donate to the front line, cutting off the source of wealth for those corrupt authorities."

"Causing the people to resent those corrupt authorities, cursing them for their inaction, and inciting chaos. Some people have already started organizing large-scale protests."

"You also know that Dragon Soul, God of War, will soon return to Xi Ye and take office. If he finds out about this, will those corrupt authorities have any way out? So, you must die!"

The bald man sneered coldly and waved his hand. "Kill them!"

More than a hundred people immediately roared and rushed forward. Shen Jing Er and the others gritted their teeth, fiercely protecting Shen Wanqian, and were ready to sacrifice themselves. Just at that moment, a sudden roar sounded, as if the ground were shaking.

The bald man frowned and instinctively turned his head to take a glance, instantly feeling his scalp go numb and almost wetting himself.

"The army?"