Mistaken Marriage: The wealthy heir obediently dotes on me!

Even on their own territory, Chongming can still complete the lore!

With such a trivial matter, Chongming proved his sincerity, and also proved his terrifying strength and power.

That group of people didn't dare to neglect any more, and immediately called the higher-ups.

Chongming just stood there, waiting patiently.

Not long after, several cars rushed down the mountain, and a group of people got out of the car and saluted Chongming uniformly: "Mr. Chongming is good! Mr. Chongming has been waiting for a long time! Our boss is waiting for you to come! Please!"

A faint smile floated on the corner of Chongming's mouth, he raised his eyes and said, "Lead the way ahead."

After finishing speaking, a car slowly drove up behind Chongming, someone opened the door for Chongming, and Chongming got into the car.

Chongming would not ride in someone else's car.

He has been careful.

The other party seemed to understand Chongming's caution, so he led the way respectfully.

Chong Ming was sitting in the car, looking out of the car all the time, with a calm expression, without any emotional fluctuations.

Chongming knew that there were countless cameras pointed at him now.

As long as he made a rash move, countless guns would fire at the car he was in at the same time.

Wherever Chongming's eyes turn, the camera will follow.

It can be seen how much the owner of this place is afraid of Chongming.

It is only ten minutes away from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain.

However, this is Chongming's way back.

The moment he stood on the top of the mountain again was the moment when the Night King returned.

These ten minutes are a torment for the people on the mountain.

For Chongming, it was also a kind of torment.

Everything he tried to forget, scene after scene, replayed in his mind again and again.

He also didn't know if he could go back this time.

Yes, no one in this world can keep him.

But demons can.

What Chongming was afraid of was that his demons would swallow up all his rationality, and he was afraid that such a self would hurt Shen Lu.

A night king with feelings, is he still the devil he used to be?

The convoy stopped slowly at the top of the mountain.

The eyes that had been lowered all the time suddenly lifted up.

At that moment, the light flickered, the chill was overwhelming, and murderous intent was everywhere.

This is the real Chongming.

The car door opened, and Chongming slowly got out of the car.

The moment he straightened his back, everyone around him couldn't help but tremble with fear.

The old Chongming really came back.

Chongming walked in with big strides, and everyone around couldn't help but take a step back, and stood on both sides with a half-bow, letting Chongming in.

Chongming didn't squint, and strode forward.

The scarlet handmade carpet under the feet seemed to be soaked in the blood of countless people, exuding a coldness.

At the foot of Chongming, it leads directly to the throne.

From afar, there was a middle-aged man with a refined figure and fierce facial features. He strode over and greeted Chongming from afar: "Mr. Chongming, long time no see."

Chongming looked around, but ignored him.

In the next second, a figure flashed out of the darkness and stopped in front of the middle-aged man.

The face of the middle-aged man suddenly changed.

Before he could speak, a chunky man on the steps who was busy wiping the antiques spoke, "Orson, don't be rude. Mr. Chongming, you are not someone you can climb up to."

The refined and fierce man immediately bowed and backed away.

Chongming walked up the steps slowly, picked up the antiques that had been cleaned, and said casually, "It seems that Uncle James has acquired a hobby recently."

James immediately replied with a smile: "As I get older, I can only have this hobby. I don't know what orders Mr. Chongming has come this time?"

Chongming smiled slightly, put down the antique in his hand, turned around and sat opposite James, without any intention of treating himself as an outsider.

James also put down the antiques, limped over with a cane, and sat on the side.

Someone brought coffee and snacks, but Chongming didn't even look at it, and said straight to the point: "Although Uncle James has retired, but the sword is not old, and there are still many treasures in his hands. I am here this time." I just want to ask Uncle James, are all the experimental materials and medicines that my father did back then still preserved?"

The corners of James' eyes twitched violently: "Mr. Chongming really knows how to joke. Why are these things in my hands?"

Chong Ming didn't seem to care about it. He picked up the coffee cup in his hand with his finger, and twirled his fingertips along the rim of the coffee cup, only to smell the aroma of the coffee lightly, and held it in his hand without drinking it. Li, said softly, "Uncle James, are you worried that I will attack here?"

James quickly averted his gaze and chuckled, "Where is it?"

"Uncle James has surrounded this mountain into an iron bucket, isn't he afraid that I'll carry it here?" Chongming didn't intend to give the other party face at all, and said straightforwardly: "I came here this time, so I didn't hide my whereabouts. It's also a friendly signal from me to Uncle James. I just didn't expect that Uncle James doesn't seem to be very relieved of me. Under this seat, there are about ten tons of explosives buried, right?"

James' face changed suddenly!

It is true that there are explosives buried underneath, but how did Chongming know?

Wherever Chongming looked, they were all places where explosives were buried.

Not one is wrong!

A layer of cold sweat broke out on James' back.

This Chongming seems to be more terrifying than a few years ago!

No wonder no one in this world has been able to catch him so far.

How many eyeliners does he have and how many intelligence agencies serve him?

"I'm here this time, and I really want to have a good talk with Uncle James." Chongming leaned back in his chair, smiled evilly, raised his short red hair, and his eyes flickered coldly: "Of course, if If we can’t talk properly, then—”

Although Chongming didn't say what he said next, the meaning was already obvious.

If he can't get what he wants, then he will ruin everything here.

He does it all the time.

Sure enough, the crooked flesh on James's face trembled, and he immediately said: "Where is it, I used to serve your father. Now, you inherit your father's business, and all of this will naturally be entrusted to you. However, after so many years No one has touched these things for a long time. I’m not sure if they’re still there, or if the effects of the medicine are still there.”

"You just need to tell me where it is, that's enough." Chongming's eyes swept across James without any anger.

"That's natural." James immediately apologized, "This is something that belonged to Mr. Chongming, and I just kept it for him."