Hearing the Emperor's order, John David waved quickly to his followers.

To deal with these street villains, you don't need the princes to go out in person, a few viscounts are enough to clean them up, but in today's United States, every household has guns, and it is too expensive to go into battle with bare hands, and the elite gentlemen of the Rockefeller family all took out their pistols from their arms, took neat steps, and shot at those vans as they walked!

As soon as the gang stopped the car, they were hit by a rain of bullets and bullets, hiding in the car and not daring to open the door, trying to escape in embarrassment, the tires of the car were broken, and they couldn't escape.

The police whistled and rushed in, and after the shipwreck, the security measures had been raised to Class A, and the perpetrators were surrounded without much effort.

Nelson stepped forward to negotiate with the police and explain the situation, and all the attackers in the van surrendered and were escorted into the police car.

An insidious premeditated murder was stillborn before it could be carried out.

Ji Xiaolu's speech was interrupted for a few minutes, but soon, people who knew the truth waved their fists and shouted in unison, cheering him on, cheering him on, the crowd was indignant, more and more people gathered, and the scene gradually became huge and boiling, there were tens of thousands of people!

"Freedom cannot be trampled on! My brothers, any barbaric act that hinders mankind's pursuit of truth will be nailed firmly to the rotten pillar of shame!"

"Death is not terrible, what is terrible is that we live in a world of spiritual death!"

"Be free, truly free!"

The extremely incendiary remarks roared out of his mouth and converged into waves of sound, undulating like the sea, which was extremely shocking.

People near New York Harbor joined the march for freedom and faith.

"Let's go, leave a few people to take care of it. Ye Fan waved his hand and led everyone to leave quietly.

John David immediately made arrangements to secretly protect Ji Xiaolu's personal safety, and now is the time to increase his popularity, just by pushing the flames, he can easily win the support for Ji Xiaolu, and the old Rockefeller has formulated a comprehensive plan for him to reach the top of the political arena......

"Brother Ye, what was the origin of those people just now?" got into the Lincoln car, and Lu Qingyu opened his mouth to ask about the doubts in his heart.

Ye Fan smiled: "It's probably Ji Xiaolu's difficult old man." ”

"Ah, did he instruct him, should we help Ji Xiaolu?"

"Besides, who else would call the gangsters to cut down a wounded man who was powerless?" Ye Fan said with a smile: "This kind of family matter, I believe Ji Xiaolu will handle it himself." Not really, and David. ”

"Hmm......" Lu Qingyu nodded lightly.

Shen Jiayao interjected and asked, "What about Joan of Arc?"

"Take her to Washington, since she is a Holy Woman of the Holy See, it is also appropriate to observe the people's feelings, to be an ambassador of cultural exchanges between the East and the West, if she returns to the Varisean in the future, she can teach those old gods!"

"You want to brainwash her?" Shen Jiayao pouted, with an expression that I didn't believe you could get your wish.

"Haha, that's right, isn't she a saint, I want to see if her faith and determination are so holy!" Ye Fan crooked his mouth and smiled, where is there still a trace of the spirit of a righteous person at this moment, she is completely a senior hooligan with a bad stomach!

After staying in New York for a few days, Ye Fan and his party returned to Washington, D.C., and Dracula, Mary and others also set off for Europe the night before and began to look for the last Blood Clan's artifact, Cain's left hand.

The New Year of the Gregorian calendar is coming, and Lu Qingyu will join the Hongmen Washington Branch's Kaixiangtang Conference to be held soon, and in the early morning of this day, Ye Fan met with Zhuge Nan at the Hilton Hotel.

"Clarified?" Looking at Zhuge Nan's slightly excited expression, Ye Fan could easily guess his thoughts.

"Yes, Mr. Ye, this is the detailed information of the Hongmen bigwigs, please take a look. Zhuge Nan took out an iPad from his leather bag and opened the pictures in it.

"This is Song Xiaoren, he lives in Washington, D.C., and is one of the three elders who are still alive," Zhuge Nan pointed to the people in the photo and introduced Ye Fan one by one: "This one is Tao Panyun, who is also a veteran of Hongmen, lives in Boston, has two sons, and Li Shuli Feihong, the former treasurer of the martial arts, settled in San Francisco, and has no children, all three of them have retired, but they will attend the bid winning conference every year. ”

"Well, what about the door master?" Ye Fan nodded.

"Master of the Gate...... That is, the chief helmsman of Hongmen, it is this, Xie Hongli. Zhuge Nan flipped over the photo, and a man in his fifties, dressed in a gray robe, with his hands behind his back, stood by the flower bed, looking like he had been secretly photographed.

The helmsman of the world's Hongmen, who leads the millions of Chinese congregations, is this man who does not look good-looking, and I really can't see anything special about him from the photos.

"How is this Xie Hongli a person?" Ye Fan pointed at him and asked, "How did he sit on the throne of the leader of the Hongmen Dragon?"

Zhuge Nan hurriedly explained: "Xie Hongli belongs to the middle school, he is not sharp, he was the three elders back then, and he united with all the Zhongtang to jointly elect him as the chief helmsman of Hongmen. ”

"It turned out to be a candidate for the internal candidate...... Ye Fan pondered for a moment, and then asked, "What is the identity of Zhongtang?"

Zhuge Nan had a trace of respect on his face, and said slowly: "Uncle Zhongtang, his status in Hongmen is very special, these people are all people from the rivers and lakes who have contributed to Hongmen, and they all have a few brushes, as far as I know, the number of Uncle Zhongtang is no more than ten." ”

"Hey, no wonder you can be respected as an uncle, it's interesting. Ye Fan smiled: "Okay, I almost know everything I should know, how is the matter of opening the incense hall?"

"The invitation letter has been issued, and this time, Lord Du Helm specially invited a few elders with high prestige in the Hongmen. By the way, Mr. Ye, Fernandez is still in Brazil. "Zhuge Nan is very shrewd, he has done everything that needs to be done, and everything that needs to be said has been said.

"Well, you can go back first, and then come and pick us up. Ye Fan thought for a while, "Leave the addresses of the three patriarchs." ”

Zhuge Nan left the addresses of Song Xiaoren and others, and bowed down to retire.

Sitting on the sofa, pinching the teacup, Ye Fan pondered for a moment, got up and greeted Lu Qingyu, who was reading a book on the balcony: "Xiaoyu, let's go out for a walk!"

"Okay, wait for me, Brother Ye. Just the two of us?"

"Take the little nun of Joan of Arc and ask her to see the scene. Ye Fan squinted and smiled at the corner of the living room, the Holy Lady of the Holy See who was strictly guarded by Tu Su.

The girl sitting on the chair raised a small face with freckles and glared at Ye Fan angrily and stubbornly.

Joan of Arc, she is only fifteen or sixteen years old, but she enjoys the status of one person under one person and above ten thousand people in the Holy See, and the saints of the Holy See have been named "Joan of Arc" in all generations, and her origin and family history are known only to the Pope.