Ultimate Pawn

At the same time, Huang Zhengming hurriedly evacuated Qiu's Mansion, carrying a crowd of black people.

A blood-stained member of the Huang family ran out of the building in horror and trembling.

He was the leader of the member who had previously held the drawing and was sent to investigate the Qiu's Building Research Institute.

At this time, he was stained with blood, and stumbled out of the building.

Behind him, the members who had just followed up were all gone.

He glanced around in horror, then tremblingly dialed the owner's phone.

...

On the streets of Huhai, the extended Lincoln sedan is speeding on the streets.

Huang Zhengming's face was dignified and hideous, sitting in the car, both fists were tightly clenched.

"Tingling!" At the same time, the phone's incoming call ringing rang again!

Huang Zhengming's pupils condensed, and he answered the phone abruptly.

"Master... the laboratory... the laboratory is a trap... it is full of poisonous gas, and the brothers sent in... are all dead..." On the other side of the phone, there was a panic and trembling voice from his subordinates.

Huh~! Hearing this, Huang Zhengming, who was sitting in the car, looked even more ugly!

Not only was his son kidnapped, it was a matter of life and death... even the ‘project’ he cared about most had problems!

The project was not obtained, and Chen Zong did not kill... His son was also kidnapped!

This is, I lost my wife and broke down!

"Kacha!" Huang Zhengming smashed the iPhone in his hand!

"Chen Zongheng!"

Huang Zhengming really went away completely savagely at this moment. He slammed his fist on the Lincoln car window, and the entire car window was shattered.

"Speed ​​up! Get me home quickly!!" He looked grim and anxious, and shouted angrily at the driver!

The driver trembles in panic, and slams on the accelerator. The Lincoln car speeds up frantically again, galloping... towards the direction of the ancient house of the Huang family!

...

At this time, the ancient house of the Huang family.

It is bloody.

The backyard of the ancient house is on the second floor of the attic.

Chen Zongheng was dressed in a straight suit, and his white palms pinched the second son Huang Honghui's neck, as if...the **** of death was about to lay down the criminal law.

Huang Honghui was lifted and hung in the air, his legs struggling violently. His face rose to purple liver, and his throat and trachea were almost cut off.

"Uh... Chen Zong... Do you dare to move me... My Huang family will surely kill you all..." Huang Honghui's eyes were blood-red and ferocious, struggling violently, he...still trying to threaten.

"Oh, is that right." Chen Zongheng pinched his neck with one hand, while holding a cigarette in his other hand, slowly puffing out the smoke ring.

And behind, under the attic.

It has long been surrounded by a crowded crowd.

From the stairs, it spreads to the outside of the courtyard...

It's endless, and the sea of ​​people is boundless.

"Chen Zong... immediately put down my second son. Otherwise, you will not be buried!"

There was a sea of ​​people below, and they all shouted.

The blackness crushed a sea of ​​people, and the light of the sword flashed, looking at it like a sea of ​​endless silver.

Murderous Ling Li, Dao Meng Sen Han.

But on the second floor of the attic, the figure in the straight suit was still indifferent, puffing out smoke rings.

He pinched Huang Honghui with one hand, his eyes faint and calm.

"At your elder brother's funeral, I didn't have time to light the incense. This time, at your funeral, I will come to light the incense for you." Chen Zongheng said in a faint voice, slowly.

As soon as he said this, Huang Honghui trembled more violently, and his blood-red eyes were full of panic.

"Chen Zong...I can guarantee that today, if you dare to kill me...you will definitely not, walk out of the gate of my Huang family alive. Absolutely not!" Huang Honghui's voice trembled with horror, threatening the last struggle before his death, and said savagely. !

Here, it is the residence of the Huhai Huang family.

All around, there is a sea of ​​black and black families.

At this time, Chen Zongheng was already surrounded by a sea of ​​people.

He, dare to act on Huang Honghui in the endless crowd?

He dare?

"Oh, yes." The corner of Chen Zong's mouth raised an arc, "I have long heard that it is easy to get in and difficult to get out of your Huang Family's ancient house. I, Chen Zong... I really want to try it."

His gaze was faint, and in his right hand, a silver dagger had quietly emerged.

The Devil May Cry Silver Blade exudes murderous coldness in the air.

Huh~! When he saw this hideous and weird weapon, Huang Honghui's pupils trembled suddenly, and his body struggled violently.

"Chen Zong...You dare to move me...My father will definitely not let it go..." Huang Honghui's voice... was stuck in his throat before he finished speaking.

Because he couldn't speak.

On his neck trachea, there was a light trace of blood.

The blood stains are spreading and getting thicker.

Then, his head slowly slid down along the direction of the bloodstain.

‘Boom. The sound of people falling to their heads.

Huang Honghui's first-level head, just like that... without warning, it fell to the ground.

His headless corpse fell to the ground immediately, with a neat cut left on his neck.

Wow~!

The black crowd below trembled. Qi Qi backed dozens of steps.

The sudden scene, the shocking picture, made them fully react.

Everyone was completely shocked by this scene...!

Master, the second young master of the dignified Huang Family...that's it...dead?

Everyone in the darkness, their eyes widened, staring at the top of the attic in disbelief.

The brains of all people are blank.

In the attic corridor, Chen Zonggong slowly retracted the Devil May Cry dagger.

With a faint look, he took a deep breath of smoke, then leaned over and picked up the **** head on the ground.

Huang Honghui's head still stared at Chen Zong with his eyes wide open.

That was the last unwillingness before death, hideous, unbelievable.

But there was no expression in his pupils.

The last heir to the next generation of the Huang family was cut off and died in anger.

However, at the last moment before he died, he couldn't look at him.

He couldn't believe it. At the last second before he died, he couldn't believe...He, would have died in the attic of his Huang family?

Surrounded by countless people around him, he was still...cut off his head.

Before his death, he ran wildly against each other, killing boundlessly.

But who knows, such a quaint and handsome beast... However, it died at this time today. Died at the age of twenty-five.

In today's scene, all the disciples of the Huang family members who were shocked were struck by lightning.

The dignified second son of the Huang family was actually killed... in the Huang family’s courtyard on the spot?

This is not just as simple as humiliation. Rather, it's a shame!

The one who was killed, but the Huang family... the last remaining heir!

The century-old majesty of the Huang family collapsed and disintegrated at this instant.

All the members of the Huang family stared blankly at the figure in the suit on the second floor of the attic...

Everyone's eyes are a little dizzy... that person is like a world-famous demon.

The posture of one person makes hundreds of thousands of people panic and inexplicable.

Chen Zong was standing on the top of the attic, holding Huang Honghui's head in his hands.

His eyes were faint, and he slowly exhaled a smoke ring.

"Relax, three days later, at your funeral, I will personally come and light three incenses for you."

Then, he placed Huang Honghui's head on the guardrail of the attic.

A line of hideous blood and tears flowed from Huang Honghui's first-level pair of eyes.

That was the last breath of perception before he died.

This line of blood and tears is unwilling, hideous, and hatred.

Chen Zengzong pinched out the cigarette butt, dressed in a straight suit, turned and left.

Black leather shoes underfoot stepped on the mahogany floor of the attic, leaving behind a string of neat blood footprints.

That is Huang Honghui's blood.

He just walked down the stairs step by step.

At the top of the stairs, the endless crowd... all retreated in horror.

Everyone seemed to avoid the plague god. At this moment, no one dared to step forward to stop them.

Even the second son was killed.

This man was unscrupulous and unscrupulous.

At this time, whoever blocks it is who is looking for death.

Chen Zong went down the stairs, his figure calm and calm, and walked forward.

In front of him, there was an endless crowd of black people.

All back, panicked.

Hundreds of thousands of people were shocked by him alone?

Finally, as he continued to step forward.

In the black crowd, finally unable to bear it, a group of people evaded a path in horror.

Everyone, in the endless crowd, escaped a long road.

No one dares to stop.

"Well, I am very self-aware." Chen Zongheng looked faintly, scanned a sea of ​​people, and then walked away like this.

From the inner courtyard, all the way out of the gate of the Huang Family House, unobstructed.

The slender white Aston Martin sports car still stopped quietly at the door.

Chen Zonggong walked out the door leisurely and came to the white sports car.

Raised his wrist and glanced at the time.

Well, no more, no less, exactly twenty minutes.

Pull the car door and step into the sports car.

At this time, he has restored that elegant and indifferent temperament.

"Boom." The Aston Martin sports car started, roaring away with a grumpy engine roar...

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