Ultimate Pawn

In the banquet hall, the atmosphere is strange and quiet.

Chen Zongheng quietly enjoyed Western food and red wine as if nothing was left.

Huang Honghui's eyes became colder and colder.

He just stared at Chen Zongheng, the hideous arc of the corner of his mouth looming.

"You eat so indifferently, you are really not afraid...Is my elder brother's injustice entangled with you?"

Huang Honghui's voice was calm and cold.

The air seemed to cool down instantly.

Chen Zonggong gently cut a piece of steak and put it in his mouth.

After chewing, he took a sip of red wine.

"When you are full, you will have the strength to kill."

His answer is calmer and simpler.

Huh~! The air froze in an instant!

So overbearing, so arrogant answer!

Only when you are full can you have the strength... to kill? !

This sentence was spoken in front of the second son of the Huang family... it was arrogant! Unscrupulous!

Huang Honghui's pupils shrank, angered, and emerged uncontrollably!

"You...really crazy."

With the palm of Huang Honghui's hand, he firmly grasped the dining table in front of him, with great force, directly grabbing the corner of the mahogany dining table into a depression and cracking. It can be seen that his inner strength is deep.

The two sons of the Huang family, who have been practicing martial arts since childhood, have a strong foundation in kung fu.

On that day, the eldest son Huang Xuyang died, because Chen Zong moved his hands too fast, a chopstick pierced his throat...so he didn't have time to do it.

Today, the second son of the Huang family cannot repeat the same mistakes.

The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves forward.

On martial arts, on cruel and treacherous.

The second son, Huang Honghui, is better than his eldest brother.

Chen Zong did not return to him, still tasting the red wine lightly.

Red wine is one of the most delicious in the world.

He is addicted to alcohol, and now he has such a rare 82-year-old Lafite, why not enjoy it?

Women missed, there will be again.

But the red wine missed, then... but there is no more. Because in this world, how many bottles of 82-year-old red wine can there be?

"Heh, that's all. For the dying person, please drink as much as you like." Huang Honghui's voice was calm and indifferent, with a strange murderous intent.

In his eyes, this Chen Zong... is already a dying person.

In the eyes of the Huang family, Chen Zongheng will undoubtedly die. There is no chance to live out and ascend to heaven. It's impossible.

His death is only sooner or later.

Just an order from his father's clan family, the Huang family...will surely come out.

Bloodbath, Jiangnan.

"Need another bottle?" Huang Honghui glanced at the dead man, and cast a mocking glance at Chen Zong.

Then he clapped his hands to the waiter and motioned for another bottle of 1982 red wine.

Soon, the waiter walked into the restaurant with a bottle of Lafite just opened.

"Pour the wine for this Mr. Chen. After he dies, there will be no chance...drink such a fragrant wine." Huang Honghui's voice was weird and faint, and the yin and yang told the waiter in a weird manner.

The waiter cautiously came to Chen Zongheng and poured his wine gently.

The red Lafite red wine is poured into a goblet, filled with a rich aroma.

Chen Zongheng was not polite, toasting and sipping lightly.

"Good wine."

Chen Zongheng's gaze was faint, and he nodded gracefully, praising this famous Lafite wine.

Qiu Yiren sat aside, somewhat inexplicably suppressed by the atmosphere of the scene, and she didn't know how to speak. In this situation, she seemed... inappropriate to speak.

"Drink more. After you die, you won't be able to drink such good wine. After all, the bones of those buried in the wilderness may be gone, and no one will come to give you incense." Huang Honghui voiced Calm, the killing intent at the corner of his mouth is looming.

Hearing Huang Honghui's threat of killing, Chen Zongheng was not angry, but raised a leisurely arc.

"For Huang Gongzi's generous sake, when Huang Gongzi dies, I can leave you a whole body. Let you reunite with your elder brothers." Chen Zong sipped the wine and vomited leisurely.

boom! Huang Honghui finally couldn't help but slapped the table with a palm!

Quack! The thick mahogany dining table instantly cracked!

A deep palm print is sunken on the dining table.

Such strength can be described as shocking!

This Huang Honghui is extremely vulgar!

His skill is comparable.

"Chen... Vertical and horizontal." Huang Honghui showed fierceness, gritted his teeth and spit out his name.

"I promise, your life will not last long."

The anger of the second son of the Huang family was beyond containment.

The air became suddenly cold, and the sword was tense.

"Young Master Huang, what's the matter for coming to me today? Let's talk about business." At this moment, Qiu Yiren who was sitting on the side finally stood up, interrupting the tense and solemn atmosphere on the scene.

Huang Honghui's eyes were ferocious and cold, and then he slowly retracted his gaze.

All the killing intent was confined.

"Today, seeing Miss Qiu's face, for the time being... leave your life."

He swept his gaze to Qiu Yiren, and the corner of his mouth raised a light smile.

Can instantly converge the killing so clean, without a trace. The second son of the Huang family is definitely a respectable person!

At this time, the banquet hall was quiet again. The violent anger dissipated without a trace.

"Miss Qiu, for a banquet tonight, someone Huang...is here to give you a way out." Huang Honghui said slowly with a faint gaze.

Hearing these words, Qiu Yiren's beautiful eyes lightly condensed.

"Young Master Huang, what do you mean? Excuse me for not understanding."

Huang Honghui smiled and smiled calmly.

"People Huang don't like to cover up, open the skylight and speak up. Miss Qiu, as long as... you hand over the'project' in your hand, then... the grievances between your Qiu family and my Huang family can be resolved slowly, even …Resolving is not a problem."

Huang Honghui's eyes were leisurely, with endless depth.

"As long as we can cooperate, everything is easy to discuss."

Qiu Yiren's pretty face was slightly discolored.

This Huang Honghui, as expected... the person who came was not good.

Again, for the ‘project’ in your hands?

Since the advent of ‘Project’, there has been no peace around her.

Murderous opportunities came from all walks of life.

All in all, only because of that ‘project’.

Complexity flashed in Qiu Yiren’s eyes. After a while, she solemnly said, "I'm sorry, Young Master Huang...that project, my Qiu Group does not intend to make it public."

A very simple sentence, but it shows her Qiuyi's determination.

There are already enough enemies of the Qiu Clan, and that's it... and no longer fear one more.

The Huang family is indeed very strong. Hundred-year giants, inherited to the golden glory.

However, she Qiuyi is not afraid.

The soldiers came to cover the water and earth, she is not a woman who can be threatened and intimidated. Since it is threatening, then face it.

This project represents an opportunity for the rise of the Qiu Group.

Whether she can stand on the international stage and become a witness to a period of history, this opportunity lies in the hands of her Qiuyi people.

It is impossible for her to give up.

"Oh?" Hearing such an answer, Huang Honghui's eyes gradually narrowed.

He didn't expect that Qiu Yi would refuse so quickly?

This woman, could it be... really not afraid of his Huang family? ?

"Miss Qiu, you don't need to remind me of the current situation of your Qiu family?"

"You know, because of one of your decisions, the entire Qiu family may face... annihilation."

Huang Honghui squinted his eyes, tapping his fingers with a calm voice, and said leisurely.

Threats, intimidation, deterrence.

His words represent the attitude of the entire Huang family.

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