Ultimate Pawn

Just at the moment when Chen Zongheng's third finger knocked.

On the sofa, his figure... disappeared.

His body, like a shooting star... an afterimage passed in the air.

In the next second, he already appeared in front of Wang Jianwei.

Huh~!

Wang Jianwei's pupils shrank suddenly... it was too late to react.

A white and elegant palm has turned into a blade, ‘poof. ’Instantly penetrated his neck trachea.

The whole scene was silent and shocked.

Wang Jianwei, the chairman of the super hotel worth tens of billions.

At this moment, that's it... got a palm pierced through the neck? ?

This.

simply.

"I said, you have three seconds left. Why are you still struggling?"

"Isn't it bad to die decently? Have to...let me do it. Eh."

Chen Zongheng looked faintly, and slowly pulled his right hand out of his neck.

He said that Wang Jianwei had three seconds left.

Then, there are only three seconds left.

There can be no more than one second, no less than one second.

He wanted to give the other party a chance to commit suicide. Decently die.

But the other party was unwilling.

In that case, then... Death can only take action, personally, to send you on the road.

Wang Jianwei was petrified and stuck in place.

His pupils were wide, and he couldn't believe it.

A blood hole the size of a fist penetrated through the center of the entire neck.

The scarlet liquid was flowing along the blood hole, constantly overflowing.

Finally, his body slowly fell to the ground.

‘Boom. The human head also separated from the neck of the corpse, and slowly rolled down not far away.

Tangtang, Chairman of the Marriott Hotel. A shopping mall giant worth tens of billions... That's it, dead.

Died, in his hotel. Head down.

Chen Zongheng stood alone on the spot, his eyes faint.

He slowly came to the wine cabinet in the lobby and opened a bottle of Wuliangye liquor.

Give it first and pour yourself a cup.

Then, with the remaining half bottle of white wine, rinse his **** right palm.

Liquor is strong, and he quickly rinsed his **** right hand.

He took out a square towel and wiped his palms clean.

Then, he picked up a glass of white wine and took a sip.

Wuliangye, Feitian Moutai, taste... very good.

On such occasions, under such **** conditions.

Can he still drink safely?

What is his state of mind?

This is simply.

All the Taiwanese businessmen present felt that their brains were blank.

In vain, they have been in shopping malls at home and abroad for more than ten years, and they have never seen such a horrifying picture.

More importantly, this is still a young man under 30 years old.

A rising star?

Such a young...a hero?

This age.

Such an aura.

Rare in the world.

Don't say that those high-grade royal families who fend off territories and split the land and rely on their family names are difficult to cultivate such descendants.

Even in the capital of Yanjing, those iron-blooded royal families who dared to sit and watch the court and listen to politics with their curtains...

It may not be guaranteed that the descendants of their royal family can have the strength of such a peer-to-peer battle? !

All the Taiwanese businessmen present were filled with waves of heart.

In recent years, these businessmen on both sides of the Taiwan Strait have traveled to many places and visited many real famous households. They have a century-old family with a long history and a long history.

There is a mighty and mighty local royal family that claims to be a family name, who owns private troops, takes life and death, and takes care of them all.

of course.

Standing at the top of the tower will always be those undefeated royal families who sit in the imperial capital and lie down half of the country! ! !

This is a magnificent world, exquisitely prosperous, and there is no shortage of heroes.

And this one standing in front of him at this moment... is... under the prince, Qing Jun Xiaoxiong?

This is the speculation of all the Taiwanese businessmen present...with shock and horror in their hearts.

Except, the princes and generals...what kind of tribe can cultivate... such a terrifying young master?

Chen Zongheng stood on the spot, sipping white wine, his eyes faint.

He took out his cell phone and dialed a call leisurely.

"Red Cross Fund?"

"I want to donate equity in a hotel..."

ten minutes later.

Several Red Cross staff vehicles arrived and stopped in front of the hotel.

When I saw the **** corpse outside the hotel. All the Red Cross staff were trembling with fright, not even daring to enter the gate.

In the end, it was Chen Zongheng who exited and called them in.

Hotel lobby, sofa.

Chen Zongheng sat with Erlang's legs upright.

In front of him, there was a donation agreement from the Red Cross.

The Marriott Hotel has a market value of 37.5 billion.

At this time, Wang Jianwei, the chairman of the hotel, died.

Then the equity in his name was represented by Chen Zongheng and donated all of it to the Red Cross Fund.

Used for poverty alleviation funds, caring for disabled children and building love.

"Mr. Chen...this contract...needs the consent of the shareholders and all the senior management of the hotel... to take effect..."

The staff of the Red Cross Foundation trembled and said tremblingly.

In fact, the scenes at the scene were terrifying.

The corpses everywhere were dripping with blood.

A weird and demonic man said that he would sign a donation agreement.

This kind of picture is extremely weird.

Any normal person standing here will be trembling with fright.

"Participant?" Chen Zongheng was taken aback for a moment, and then pointed to the floor of the hall not far away.

"The person is just lying there, no need to ask."

Well, the Red Cross staff looked in the direction he was pointing... and then a group of staff were pale and trembling with fright.

"Don't be afraid, sign the contract." Chen Zongheng said with a faint look.

"According to the donation process, you also need... the consent of all the hotel's senior management..." The Red Cross staff trembled and explained.

Chen Zongheng slowly raised his head and glanced around the hall.

At this time, all the hotel staff, including the high-level staff, stood on the scene in horror.

"I donated the hotel to the Red Cross Foundation. Anyone of you have an opinion?" he murmured.

Swish. In an instant, all the hotel executives shook their heads.

"If you have an opinion, you can stand up. I'm not used to forcing others." Chen Zong lighted a cigarette and said slowly.

"No, no! I'll wait... I have great respect for your decision, Mr. Chen! We have no opinion!!"

The group of hotel executives was completely trembling with fright, and shook their heads again and again.

joke.

Even the chairman was killed and his head fell.

In the entire hotel, who would dare to have an opinion? !

Chen Zongheng looked faintly, then glanced around at the group of Taiwanese businessmen around him.

"Dear compatriots on the Straits, do you have any objections?"

Swish.

Those Taiwanese businessmen trembled.

In the next moment, everyone's heads shook like a rattle.

"No objection, no objection!"

"We agree with your decision, sir!"

All Taiwanese businessmen have repeatedly agreed.

This scene is simply too neat.

In fact, this young man is too terrifying.

No one dare to object.

"Okay, let's finalize it, donate all the equity of the Marriott Hotel. 37.5 billion yuan."

"If you have any doubts, please call this number." He wrote a number on the donation contract and said to the staff.

Then, his thumb was stained with red seal oil and slowly pressed on the donation contract.

On the contract, he pressed his fingerprints.

No one dared to object, no one dared to protest.

37.5 billion yuan, that's it... nothing left, all donated to the Red Cross Fund.

The group of hotel executives are trembling and dripping blood, their hearts are like a knife.

At any rate, they are also one of the hotel shareholders.

They followed Chairman Wang Jianwei and slaughtered the arena, and finally washed them out. Only then did they work hard to achieve this piece of wealth.

But at this moment, so many shares...that's it...are all lost? Was donated.

This is simply.

"Puff." Finally, an old shareholder couldn't bear this reality, he vomited blood suddenly and passed out.

"Okay, the matter is over."

Chen Zongheng slowly got up and sorted out the folds of his suit.

"I'll send you out." He stretched out his hand gently.

He personally escorted the staff of the Red Cross and walked out of the hotel.

Watching the staff get on the car.

Dozens of Red Cross vehicles slowly drove away from the scene...

Chen Zongheng stood at the door of the hotel and turned quietly.

Looking around the hall again, the group of Taiwanese businessmen took a look.

"Dear compatriots on the Straits, don't you still have a meeting?"

"The meeting will continue."

With that, he dangled his cigarette, turned around, and stepped out of the hotel.

When he, and the figure of the woman in the red dress outside the hotel...the moment passed by.

The surrounding air seemed to condense slightly.

There was a strange and inexplicable breath, emerging from it.

Chen Zong did not pay attention to the dress woman.

He was smoking a cigarette, straddling the corpses everywhere, and walked straight towards a short distance.

Not far away from the red carpet, the black Mercedes-Benz S600 car was waiting there quietly.

He came before the car.

The driver respectfully stepped forward and opened the door for him.

Chen Zong lifted his wrist and glanced at the time on the Omega watch.

Unbiased, just 9:30 at this time.

"Thirty minutes, no timeout, right?" Chen Zongheng's mouth raised an arc and murmured to the driver.

"Mr. is very punctual." The driver replied, bowing his body respectfully.

"Let's go, I'm a little hungry." As he said, he slowly got into the car.

The driver got on the car respectfully, started the Mercedes-Benz, and drove away slowly...

Only left, in front of the hotel, the woman in the red dress still stood there calmly.

Jiang Qingyuan has deep beautiful eyes, staring straight at the Mercedes-Benz that disappeared at the end...

Quietly, there was a radian on her beautiful red lips.

"Chen...Zongheng." She muttered magnetically, with stars looming in her eyes.

This is the first time she has become interested in this Jiangnan...

"Shi Hu, are you and him stronger and weaker?" This is the second time Jiang Qingyu asked the bodyguard behind him.

According to her personality, she would not ask the same question again if she knew the answer.

But today, she asked again.

Behind him, the middle-aged man who was called the "Stone Tiger" had deep and introverted eyes.

He still...slowly shook his head.

Eyes are open.

There is no mountain in mind.

If there is no answer, it is the answer.

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