Ultimate Pawn

The BMW Mini car drove slowly on the road.

Chen Zongheng drove the car, his eyes faint and indifferent.

At this time, he seemed to have recovered to be that refined gentleman again.

From him, he couldn't see the slightest... murderous intent at all.

If so, people who don't know him can hardly believe that the indifferent and elegant white youth in front of him is the ‘murderer’ who personally ignited and exploded the entire Nguyen Building.

"Mr. Chen... just now... Nguyen's Building... what happened?"

Sun Xue sat in the co-pilot, hesitated for a long time, finally couldn't hold back, asked.

She didn't know what happened in that building.

However, after Chen Zong walked into that building...

The people inside ran out frantically...as if running for their lives.

Then, ten minutes later, the building suddenly exploded...

Also, the figure who suddenly jumped off the building...

What happened today is too shocking.

It made Sun Xue unbelievable and even more difficult to accept.

The huge Nguyen Group, just like that... was destroyed by a terrifying fire?

I can't believe it.

Chen Zongheng slowly drove the car, smoothly... lit a cigarette and handed it into his mouth.

"Nothing." He took a faint puff of cigarette.

"The courtesy exchanges, sending people to the west, that's all."

He spit out a word cherishing words.

What he was referring to was sending people to the west...naturally, he was referring to Ruan Tianlong.

Sun Xue on the side heard his words.

The pretty face is complicated and shocked.

She seemed to understand it vaguely.

Relations between courtesy?

Means... that batch of explosives? !

Send people to the west? ?

Could it be... mean? ?

"Chairman Ruan Tianlong...?" Sun Xue had a complicated face and looked at Mr. Chen nervously. However, she did not dare to ask any more.

"There will be no such person in the future." Chen Zongheng said lightly while holding the steering wheel.

From now on, the name ‘Ruan Tianlong’ will be completely removed from the list of the Shanghai and Haihai markets...

The dead can only engrave their names... on the tombstone, and they will perish forever.

When, hear this sentence.

Sun Xue's pretty face changed from complicated... to shocked, unbelievable...

...

At the same time, Huhai, the ancient house of the Huang family.

The lord of the Huang family, Huang Zhengming, was sitting quietly next to the ice coffin.

His eyes were stark and cold, and there was a tea table in front of him.

He just sat beside the ice coffin, sipping his tea deep and lonely.

In the ice coffin on the side, lay the body of the second son Huang Honghui.

Huang Honghui has been dead for ten days.

The body has not been buried yet.

Huang Zhengming said.

Chen Zongheng will not die for one day, and his son's body will not be buried.

He wanted to use Chen Zongheng's blood to pay homage to his son's corpse.

Until now, he has waited ten days.

The corpse was stored for ten days, even though it was stored in an ice coffin, it was frozen at low temperature.

But still, it cannot be stored for too long in this summer season.

Now, the faint smell of corpse has floated out of the ice coffin.

The smelly corpse floats over the entire house, making people feel nauseous.

But Huang Zhengming sat calmly beside the ice coffin.

Even though the corpse stinks in the sky, he still tastes tea lightly.

He is waiting for a message.

A news that will make him sleep soundly tonight.

"Report...!!!"

At this moment, a blazing report suddenly came from outside the house!

A servant of the Huang family hurriedly rushed towards the inner courtyard.

Huang Zhengming just sat in front of the ice coffin with his knees crossed, and continued to sip the hot tea without changing his face.

However, a trace of depth flashed in his eyes.

"How, Qiu's Building...is it ruined?" Huang Zhengming asked slowly, taking a sip of his tea.

Today, Ruan Tianlong ordered someone to install explosives...but, his Huang family supported it.

If not, how can Ruan Tianlong contact this professional explosive killer team?

How can we get terrifying military C4 explosives in the inland China of this gun-ban country?

Everything is supported by his Huang family.

At this moment, the only result Huang Zhengming wanted to see was...The Qiu Group was destroyed.

Thirty-one C4 bombs are enough... to blow the Qiu Group into pieces.

Enough, to blow that **** Chen Zong... into a dead body.

Thinking of this result, a slight ups and downs flashed in Huang Zhengming's calm eyes.

It was excitement that was hard to conceal.

Chen Zongheng, even if you have a terrifying skill, you will eventually die under the bombardment of military explosives.

Only, Chen Zongheng died.

Then he can be at ease!

Tonight, finally, I can sleep peacefully.

"Thanks to the Patriarch... Qiu... Qiu Group..." The servant trembling lightly, fell to his knees abruptly, his voice faltering, "The Qiu Group, intact..."

"But, but... the Nguyen's Medical Building... was blown up..." The servant's voice trembled lightly, reporting.

Huh~!

Hearing this, Huang Zhengming's body trembled abruptly, and the tea cup in his hand overflowed directly and spilled on the coffee table.

"What are you talking about?" Huang Zhengming stared at his servant with an unprecedented cold.

And the purple sand tea cup in his hand was crushed to pieces by him in an instant...

"Nguyen... Nguyen's medicine was blown up... Ruan Tianlong jumped off the building and died! It is said that... was forced by Chen Zongheng!"

The servant knelt to the ground, his voice trembling, and repeated the message... again!

"Puff~!" Huang Zhengming was very angry, and suddenly a mouthful of blood... spouted out of his mouth.

The chest of his shirt was instantly stained.

"Patriarch...?!" Seeing this scene, the servant hurried forward, trying to help.

Huang Zhengming slapped his servant violently.

This one, a super hero who has rivaled the world for decades, at this moment... unexpectedly, he was vomiting blood with anger!

If this scene were to be spread out, it would be almost half a tremor in the south of the Yangtze River.

He Huang Zhengming has been famous for decades. How has he... been so popular? !

"Boom...!" With a direct kick, he smashed the mahogany tea table in front of him.

"Chen... aspect!!"

Hoarse, murderous intent.

Huang Zhengming clenched his fists and made a popping noise!

At this moment, the head of the Huang family, an invincible super hero...Finally, furious!

Several consecutive assassinations... all failed!

Then Chen Zong, more than once... slapped his Huang Family's face severely, trampling on his Huang Family's century-old dignity!

The vengeance of killing a child is nothing to do with it!

Under his knee, the only two sons were dead.

Die in the hands of Chen Zong.

Today, his body is aging, and he has failed to plant the continuation of the incense.

If this goes on, his Huang family will be the last!

Today, the body of the second son is still lying in the ice coffin... After waiting for a full ten days, the body has become somewhat decayed.

Just to wait, Chen Zongheng died.

But in the end, waiting for such news? !

Chen Zong, is still alive? !

The Qiu Group is still... intact? ?

Then he, then his Huang family... Are all the assassination arrangements in these days empty? !

He Huang Zhengming is unwilling!

"Puff." With a surge of breath, he spouted another mouthful of blood.

He tremblingly got up, clenched his fists, looking murderous, step by step... walked towards the depths of the courtyard.

With each step, the bluestone floor is sunken by an inch.

At every step, deep footprints are stamped on the slate floor!

"Passing...!"

"Sacrifice the sword tonight...!!!"

Huang Zhengming was born like a Hongzhong and shouted angrily!

He finally couldn't wait any longer.

"Tomorrow, the eight-character match, hold a funeral for the second son! The highest level, a beautiful funeral!!" His voice was unwilling to be humiliated, with a huge murderous intent.

The corpse of the second son has become more and more corrupt. Basically, it can't be dragged on anymore. If it is not buried, the body will rot.

Tomorrow's funeral will be held!

And tomorrow, the long sword... is also destined... to be out of its sheath!

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