Ultimate Pawn

Murderous opportunities were raging at the entrance of the church.

Chen Zongheng was surrounded by an endless sea of ​​people.

Under Qiu Shuang, he was taken hostage again.

In the whole situation, he Chen Zongheng, there is no room to fight back at all.

"Chen Zongheng, do you think... you are really invincible in the world?"

Huang Zhengming's face was savage, exuding a terrible breath.

"Do you think that killing my two sons can... cut off the incense of my Huang family?"

"Today, I want you to see with your own eyes how I, Huang Zhengming, sow the seeds and continue the incense!" Huang Zhengming's voice was cold and ferocious, turned his head, his eyes slowly scanned on the beautiful body under the autumn frost.

With an inexplicable coldness and excitement.

He wants to plant seeds himself in front of Chen Zongheng!

Let this second girl of the Qiu family be pregnant with her own Huang family's dragon seed!

After Chen Zongheng's head was cut off, he still wanted to... let the **** of Qiu Yiren kneel at his feet and beg for mercy, and be a slave of his surname!

"My Huang family, for thousands of years, will never be extinct!" Huang Zhengming's pupils were fierce, and his voice was agitated and murderous.

At this time, his terrifying and unconcealable face finally appeared before the eyes of the world.

He even became a bit hideous and perverted.

The killing of two sons in a row made his mentality distorted...He can't wait and needs to plant seeds! Need to kill Chen Zongheng!

"I said, put Qiushuang down, spare your corpse." Chen Zongheng's eyes were calm, and he continued... repeating that sentence.

This is the third time. It's the last time.

There were only three things, so he only said it three times, and he only gave...Huang Zhengming three chances.

Hearing these words, Huang Zhengming smiled wildly, it was a mockery.

"Today, do you still have a choice?!"

"The knife...!" Huang Zhengming shouted sharply.

After that, dozens of subordinate members slowly stepped forward, pushing a huge flame furnace.

In the bronze stove, a raging fire...burns like an angry dragon.

And in the center of the blazing flames, a long knife was inserted horizontally.

Long knife sun and moon, after a hundred years.

Thousands of tempering and casting, all invincible.

At this time, the Sun Moon Long Knife was inserted vertically in the raging anger, accepting the burning of the flames.

The entire body of the steel sword was flushed red by the flames, glowing with a dark red glow.

Huang Zhengming raised his right arm, suddenly...holding the hot and thick handle of the knife!

‘Zheng! The burning sun and moon long knife instantly pulled out its sheath from the flames.

A terrifying heat wave swept through the air.

The surrounding air seemed to be distorted.

Huang Zhengming held the dark red scorching long knife in his hand, his eyes... staring at Chen Zongheng twisted and ferociously.

"Chen Zong...! Today, you will definitely die! Come in front of me and let me cut off your head personally, and I will...give you half of your body. Otherwise! Let your bones disappear!"

Huang Zhengming has a hideous face and a long knife in his hand. He is like a demon.

The Lord of the Huang Family, at this moment, completely murderously skyrocketed.

Chen Zongheng still stood calmly, his eyes faintly looking at the head of the Huang Family.

He did not answer, because, disdain.

There are no more than three things, and he won't say it a fourth time.

With a light twist of his right hand, a strange and hideous silver dagger slowly emerged.

With the emergence of the silver dagger, the entire air, the temperature seemed to be cold.

...

At the same time, it is one kilometer away from the Holy Trinity Church.

Somewhere in the corner of the street, a black Rolls-Royce Phantom car was parked.

The car quietly parked on the corner of the street, around...A few bodyguards in black suits were stationed around the street.

Shao Ze Guo, Shao Dong of Fosun Group, is sitting in the car with his legs upright in a light blue suit.

There was a cigar in his mouth.

His eyes were faint, and he was faintly puffing out smoke rings.

The female secretary Ning Wan sat aside, massaging the son carefully, skillfully.

"My son, you said... Chen Zongheng, will he come out alive?"

Ning Wan asked Wing Wing curiously while massaging her son.

Guo Shaoze looked deep and leisurely, and took a deep sip of his cigar. Let the strong smell of cigar smoke run through the entire throat and reach the lungs.

Then, he spit out a smoke ring with satisfaction.

"How can the power of dust... contend with the waves?" Guo Shaoze closed his eyes and spit out a word.

That's right, in his eyes, and even in the eyes of all Jiangnan high-level officials.

That Chen Zongheng, no matter how strong it was... it was nothing but dust.

How can you cope with the wave of tens of thousands of people with your bare hands?

Two fists are hard to beat four hands.

What's more, the Huang family... can have thousands of hands.

How can the Huang Family’s centuries-old accumulation of power... what a single person can deal with?

"There is no one in this world who can defeat a thousand with one." Guo Shaoze's voice was faint, with an intuition that the world is in control.

"At least, in the world... in this Jiangnan, there is no such hero."

After his words, his prediction... has also been made clear.

He concluded that Chen Zongheng would die.

That guy, it is absolutely impossible to get out of the Holy Trinity Church alive.

Because this is the law of heaven.

The power of one person is hard to resist the torrent.

Guo Shaoze followed his father and experienced countless disputes. He... knew the laws of the arena more than anyone else.

"Yes, back then... during the Warring States period...Marshal Jiang Zhoutai was not..." The female secretary Ning Wanmei hesitated, and said the half sentence in a complicated manner, but finally paused again.

Guo Shaoze's eyes were still closed, and the corners of his mouth raised an arc.

"Now, it's not the Warring States Period. The war in the Republic of China is over... The era of warlords fighting for supremacy no longer exists..."

Indeed, the era of the Warring States Period a hundred years ago. Has long ceased to exist.

The Japanese army was defeated.

The end of the Second World War.

China was founded and stable, and now... all forces are entrenched in all directions, and the heroes hide their names invisibly, lurking in all continents.

Heroes come out of troubled times.

And the troubled times of brilliant competition has passed.

"Then Chen Zongheng will undoubtedly die."

"As for the Qiu family, it's dead. Qiu Shuang's **** is enough to shake the Qiu family. Qiu Yiren will not let her sister leave her alone."

Chen Zongheng died.

Qiu Shuang was hijacked.

The entire Qiu family was almost self-defeating.

This is the established ending.

"The son... But if the Qiu family... is really invaded by the Huang family? Then we..." Ning Wan's pretty face was uncertain, looking at the closing son.

"The oriole is behind." The corner of Guo Shaoze's mouth was deep, and an arc was looming.

"Also, that Qiu Yiren belongs to me." He flicked the cigar with his finger, and a puff of soot was shaken off the air.

The Qiu family, Qiu Yiren... have always been in Guo Shaoze's occupation plan. Never been erased...

...

Shanghai City, the center of Huangpu District.

An ancient small western-style building that has experienced weather and frost stands quietly along the street.

Shanghai, Mansion Zhang.

The second lady, Zhang Ruochu, dressed in an elegant white cheongsam, was sitting in front of the chessboard.

Playing chess with someone.

She has long hair pulled back lightly, and there is a pot of hot tea next to her.

The tea is boiled with a low heat of three minutes, and the taste of tea is diffused to the extreme.

At this time, outside the Shanghai and Shanghai markets... the wind is surging.

But she still sits indifferently in front of the chessboard, tasting the tea ceremony, and playing chess with others.

On the opposite side of the chessboard, she was playing chess with a little servant girl.

Although she is just a little maid, this little girl has already won dozens of trophies in the top national mathematics competitions. And the title of the champion of the Go game.

Of course, even with such a beautiful little maid, at this moment... she is still in front of the chessboard, and the piece of armor killed by the young lady is not left.

Zhang Ruochu gently picked up a white child in his hand and hung it in the air.

With beautiful eyes, she glanced at the maid opposite.

"Now, how many chances are there to win?" she asked meaningfully.

"No, no one percent, miss, I lost." The maid shook her head weakly and gave up.

Zhang Ruochu smiled beautifully and settled the chess piece gently.

The outcome has been determined.

"Miss, then Chen Zong...?" The maid was sitting in front of the chessboard and couldn't help but curiously asked, "At this time, the Huang family funeral...it must have been in chaos. Miss, are you really going to take a look?"

Zhang Ruochu's beautiful eyes were faint, and the jade finger lightly pressed on a white child.

"Nothing to look good. For a dying person, why bother?"

After speaking, she closed her hands and got up.

In her eyes, everything... is a foregone conclusion.

What is the need to watch the solution that has long been anticipated?

Watching the game like that would be boring.

Therefore, she chose to ignore it.

Anyway, Chen Zongheng must die.

She predicted the solution, so... enough.

She turned and disappeared behind the curtain.

And that white child, in an instant... turned into a pile of debris.

‘Gala’ Immediately afterwards, the marble chessboard was also...cracked, collapsed and shattered.

The chessboard shattered at his fingertips.

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