Ultimate Pawn

At this time, Chen Zongheng's expression was calm, and he had already stepped out of the villa's door.

With a cigarette in his mouth, he slowly came to the garage to the side.

The garage of the Qiu’s Manor is very large.

Dozens of sky-high luxury cars are parked in the huge garage.

He glanced leisurely across the garage.

Then, his gaze stopped on a slender white sports car.

Aston Martin, model: DBS.

Supercar.

A trace of satisfaction flashed in Chen Zong's eyes. He was smoking a cigarette and walked straight to the white Aston Martin sports car.

Then he pulled the car door directly and got into the sports car.

"Boom." With a grumpy engine start, the British super sports car slowly drove out of the garage.

"Hey! Stop, this is my car!" An angry shadow rushed out of the villa.

The little witch Qiu Shuang rushed over, her pretty face very angry.

This, but the car she just bought.

The landing price of 4 million yuan, I am not willing to open it yet!

Chen Zongheng was too lazy to pay attention to her, sitting in the cab with a calm and indifferent expression.

Father Qiu Huaihai screamed and stared back at Qiu Shuang.

He slowly stepped forward, his eyes deep and solemn, and asked, "Xiao Chen, do you... have any plans?"

"No plan." Chen Zongheng replied slowly with a calm gaze.

This is also the truth. Dealing with ants is just a matter of fingertips. Why do we need to plan?

"I'll go with you." Qiu Yiren stepped on high heels with a serious face.

The situation today is difficult to control. Regardless, as the president, she must appear in person.

"No, you... stay at home with your father." Chen Zong refused her in one fell swoop, "I'll go alone, that's enough."

"Yes, the group side... needs me to come forward..." Qiu Yiren said solemnly.

"I'm not going to the Qiu's group." Chen Zongheng slowly let out a puff of smoke, his eyes calm.

"Then, where are you going?" Qiu Yiren looked at him with some doubts.

Qiu Huaihai was puzzled, and stared at Xiao Chen closely.

Chen Zongheng sat in the car and fastened his seat belt.

Then he turned his head, and the corners of his mouth curled up, "Huang...home."

...

At nine o'clock in the morning, Qiu's Building.

During the morning rush hour, colleagues are coming to report one after another.

At the entrance of Xiamen, the security guards stood guard on duty, and the atmosphere was quiet.

At this moment, suddenly in the distance... there was a sound of black crushing wheels.

Then, at the end of the line of sight... one after another large trucks came slowly from the end.

The convoy was like a dragon, and the roar of ‘buzzing’ trucks...the ground was shaking.

Every big truck is full of people.

Dozens of trucks came like a long dragon.

Wherever he went, everyone... all forced to retreat.

At the entrance of the Qiu's Building, the colleagues looked shocked and astonished, looking at this scene in disbelief!

The dozens of security guards at the door...have been trembling with fright, their faces pale.

At this moment, only the little security guard Xie Ming... barely able to support his body. He clenched his fists and stared at the convoy that swept like a dragon.

A whole number of ten rows of large trucks have blocked the entire Qiu's mansion from being encircled and suppressed!

"Feng." The conductor shouted sharply.

Wow!

On dozens of trucks, a crowd of people... rushed out of the car in an instant!

The crowd is like a tide, and the murderous intent is shaking the sky.

The scene before him can hardly be described as shock.

Looking around, there is a huge black wall of people.

Countless crowds slowly formed a huge blockade.

The entire Qiu's Mansion was completely surrounded by a sea of ​​people.

blockade!

Embarrassed on all sides.

The entire building, including all the employees and colleagues in the building... are all sealed in it, killing the sky.

An extended Lincoln sedan with Shanghai A66666 drew in slowly from the rear.

The car stopped and his men opened the door respectfully.

Huang Zhengming held a long knife and got out of the car slowly.

In the hand, the sun and the moon of the long sword, in the early morning sun, exudes a ferocious cold light.

The sun and the moon are the first names, and the killing is the last name.

This knife slayed countless heroes in the south of the Yangtze River, drank all the blood, and had a powerful edge.

Huang Zhengming held a long knife, step by step... walked towards the Qiu's Mansion.

The sea of ​​people before him gave way.

Clank. The blade of the Sun Moon Knife in his hand was gently dragged to the ground, and the sharp tip of the blade rubbed a deep groove on the ground.

The sound of metal rubbing against the ground seemed to shock the hearts and souls of everyone present.

Step by step, he slowly walked to the front of Qiu's Mansion.

clang. The long knife pierced the ground.

The ground under my feet instantly cracked.

The killing intent is pervasive.

Huang Zhengming's eyes were calm, still unchanged.

He slowly scanned the Qiu Family Mansion, and then calmly said, "Let, Chen Zonghang come out."

The whole scene was quiet.

The colleagues of the Qiu Group were trembling...Everyone felt unprecedentedly horrified.

coming.

The Huang family, here comes.

For the three-day appointment, the Huang Family Patriarch, come here in person!

"Let, Chen Zongheng come out." Huang Zhengming's eyes were calm and he spoke again.

There was dead silence at the scene, and no one dared to step forward to answer.

Everyone was trembling, and their hearts trembled.

Huang Zhengming's complexion couldn't see the joy, anger, sorrow, and joy. He held his hands behind his back and his eyes were calm.

The third time he said, "Let, Chen Zongheng come out."

The air at the scene cools down instantly.

Along Huang Zhengming's body, there seemed to be an invisible killer dragon, circling and winding.

Murderous intent spread, and the air was cold.

At the entrance of Daxiamen, those colleagues shivered and frightened.

A few female colleagues couldn't even bear such a terrifying murderous intent, and their legs were unsteady in panic, and their bodies were limp.

Today, it is simply...the great calamity of the Qiu Group.

The black crowded a sea of ​​people to form a blockade, enclosing the Qiu's Mansion in the center, like a trapped dragon.

At this moment, the little security guard Xie Ming clenched his fists, suppressing the panic in his heart... and bit the bullet and stepped forward.

"Mr. Chen, he... didn't come to the company today. If you have anything, you can leave a message and I will convey it for you." Xie Ming's voice is solemn and respectful, with respect to the head of the Huang family.

However, Huang Zhengming's eyes narrowed slightly.

An ant security guard, when... will he be qualified to talk to him?

He lifted his leg sharply and kicked.

"Puff!" Xie Ming was kicked and flew out like a lightning strike!

He spit out a mouthful of blood in the air and was directly blasted out dozens of meters away.

Huang Zhengming still stood there calmly, his eyes could not see happiness and anger, as calm as water.

He slowly raised his hand.

Suddenly, a team of people respectfully stepped forward.

Huang Zhengming flipped it gently with one hand, and a structural drawing of the Qiu's Mansion appeared in his hand.

"Go, find the research room, get what I want," Huang Zhengming said slowly with a faint gaze.

The leader of the pair nodded respectfully, and then carefully took over the building drawings.

"Go!" The leader shouted, holding the drawing of the building, and walking straight into the building.

Behind him, dozens of sword-wielding members looked solemn and followed them.

At the entrance of Daxiamen, all the colleagues present were horrified and gave way...no one dared to stop it.

Huang Zhengming stood in front of the building with his hands behind his back and his eyes faintly.

He just waited quietly for news.

Behind him, crowded with black people, surrounded like a tide.

Today, the Qiu Group is bound to die.

...

At the same time, it was tens of kilometers away.

The ancient house of the Huang family.

A violent engine roar came from a distance.

A slender white sports car is coming like a tram.

"Crunch." The sports car drifted rapidly and stopped gorgeously in front of the Huang's courtyard.

The door of the Aston Martin sports car opened, and a shiny black leather shoe slowly stepped out.

Chen Zongheng was dressed in a straight suit, so he stepped out of the car.

He looked calm and indifferent, took out a cigarette, and lit it.

He raised his head and glanced at the ancient house of the Huang Family in front of him.

There was a flash of arc in his eyes.

With a cigarette in his mouth, he walked slowly towards the door of Huang's house with his shiny leather shoes.

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