Ultimate Pawn

Outside the church, the sky was gloomy.

After a thunderstorm, a heavy rain came.

The downpour swept across the square.

However, inside the church, the wind was dignified and extremely depressing!

Someone in the crowd talked again and again.

"This is impossible!"

"In the rest of my life, will I see someone come to provoke the Huang family to this point? This... TM doesn't want to live anymore, right?!"

The atmosphere created by the Huang family was broken once again.

At the critical moment, the royal majesty was stepped in the mud again.

What about being aloof? It's not even a decent funeral.

Those guests were a bit angry when they were forcibly transferred, but now that they see the Huang family in a state of desolation, in line with the principle of not blaming the public, no face is left to the Huang family.

"This gift is good..."

Huang Zhengming's face was like a palette, uncertain.

With so many people, even Chen Zongheng couldn't control a single Chen Zongheng. Is it possible that he must continue to be arrogant!

Obviously he didn't need to speak now, Huang Honghui knew it instantly.

"What are you doing in a daze? Today, he has 10 million fingers on a single finger, and my Huang family treats him as a guest!"

At this moment, the second son Huang Honghui suddenly yelled!

As soon as these words came out, the famous Yiwu among the guests began to eagerly try.

The guest of the Huang family is not a bad check, once something happens.

It must be the help of a large family, nothing is more exciting than this.

One of them said something instantly...

"Young Master Huang, can you count your words?"

Huang Honghui's expression is a bit ugly, isn't he obviously afraid that he won't be able to ascend the position of Patriarch in the future!

But he could only smile with a good temper, and then turned to face his father Huang Zhengming.

Huang Zhengming glanced at Huang Honghui, no matter how much helplessness he felt, it wouldn't be good for him to get off the stage now.

"My son is right. Not only that, but my Huang family also added 100 million yuan."

Under the reward, there must be a brave man.

In an instant, more than a dozen people stood up...

Although they are all members of a small family, they are all small and famous.

Once it succeeds today, it's not something to talk about...

By climbing up a relationship with the Huang family, what you can get is not the splendor and wealth that ordinary people can see.

"Patriarch Huang, this person... just leave it to me." At this moment, a middle-aged man stood up, and the man said arrogant words.

Huang Zhengming on the high platform smiled slightly. This person, named Zheng Lei, is a well-known martial arts figure throughout the country. It is really a lot of trouble to have him deal with it.

What a pity, in the next second, Huang Zhengming and the guests were stunned by the scene in front of them.

The man took a full posture and wanted to fight Chen Zongheng.

"You still kneel and surrender obediently, otherwise..."

Chen Zongheng said with a smile on his face: "Otherwise?"

"Otherwise, I will tell you to die without being buried..."

Snapped…! !

In the next second, Zheng Lei's entire fat body was struck by lightning. His entire face was distorted by a huge fan, and then... the fat body was directly fanned, like a meat ball, rolling down the steps.

"I even dared to kill Huang Xuyang, what do you count?" Chen Zong faintly retracted his right hand, then took out a square towel and wiped his palm. He is elegant like a gentleman.

Everyone had no time to see how Chen Zong acted.

See a complete head and body separation.

Zheng Lei's head splashed in the air.

His headless corpse slowly fell to the ground!

The ejected blood caused the nearest people to be ejected all over.

Only the quick-sighted knows.

Just now, Chen Zong was just a flash, his hands up and down.

The man's head was slapped and flew out.

What a perverted palm power is to make a big living person's head fly out. Even the knife used by the executioner in the ancient execution ground can't make a person's head fly so far.

The man's head just flew under Huang Zhengming's feet.

The expression that just clamored, still stayed at that moment, he didn't even have time to say the rest...

It's dead.

Everyone took a breath of air, their backs horrified.

No one would think that he can be more powerful than a national master.

Money is easy to make, but life...but there is only one.

Huang Zhengming saw the head under his feet and said bitterly: "Who can kill him! The old man is willing to give half of the Huang family's wealth."

As soon as he said this, Huang Honghui's face turned black as if the bottom of a pot.

Even if he pays half of his fortune, he has to fight for the face of a dead person. Didn't he think that he still has a son?

Unfortunately, even if Huang Zhengming gave everything to the Huang family, no one dared to stand up.

They don't want to be the next head to fly to the high platform and end up with a dead body.

The blood of the person who just died was not wiped clean.

The people who were sprayed with blood did not even dare to pee, for fear that the smell would rush Chen Zongheng.

Little life is not guaranteed.

"Mr. Huang, what about the courage? Half of the fortune of the Huang family? Chen admires it."

The corner of Chen Zongong's mouth was even more curved, step by step, walking towards Huang Zhengming.

At the same time, he also stretched out his hand, as if to shake hands and salute with the other party.

But Huang Zhengming didn't mean to return a bow and shake hands... He held his hands behind his back, staring coldly at the walking figure of Chen Zong.

He is the head of the Huang Family, who has been standing for a hundred years, so he doesn't bother to shake hands with...this little Chen Zong?

What's more, this person... is still killing his enemies, and he doesn't share the same spirit.

However, what is surprising is that Chen Zong stretched out his hand and walked in front of Huang Zhengming. He also shook hands with Huang Zhengming, but put his palm... on Huang Zhengming's shoulder?

Huang Zhengming's eyes condensed, and a hint of surprise flashed.

But he still has time to react in the future... suddenly! On the shoulders, a terrifying force passed!

Huang Zhengming's body trembled suddenly, his knees softened, and he couldn't bear the force...

"Bah!" Huang Zhengming, the head of the dignified Huang family, was directly crushed to his knees by a palm of his hand!

"When you see me, you should kneel." Chen Zong said slowly with a calm look in his eyes.

The audience, silence, uproar!

This? !

what happened? !

The lord of the Huang family, actually... was crushed to his knees by a young man? ?

Huang Xuyang was very angry and tried to get up. But Chen Zong's hand was pressed on his shoulder, making him like a mountain on top, unable to get up at all.

Chen Zengzong's eyes were light, and he glanced around at the crowds around him.

Around the church, countless guests, with complex and horrified expressions, reflexively took a few steps backwards.

"Don't worry, everyone here, you don't deserve to kneel down for me." Chen Zong spit out a word indifferently.

When everyone heard this, they were all taken aback.

What the fuck!

This is saying that their group of guests... don't even have the qualifications to kneel down?

This person is simply, domineering and arrogant!

Chen Zengheng stood calmly and scanned the audience.

Indeed, he is a **** of death. Are they ordinary people who can kneel if they want?

Kneeling to death, also talk about a qualification!

The mortal dust ant doesn't even have the right to talk to the **** of death, so how can it be qualified to kneel to the **** of death?

Huang Zhengming resisted the murder, shaking his legs, forcibly... stood up from the ground.

He is the head of the Huang Family, so how can he not have the means of force?

How could it be that the junior youth in front of him was crushed?

Huang Zhengming stood up, his complexion at this moment was extremely pale!

Under the current situation, he had no choice but to endure murder. Otherwise, the Huang family will lose face, and the heroic spirit of the deceased's son will not look down.

However, Huang Honghui, the second son standing next to him, clenched his fists, his expression extremely cold and angry.

Huang Honghui, the second son of the Huang family in his early twenties. It is already a terrifying beast that has been cultivated with great concentration.

In his eyes, endless ferocity was revealed. That... not the look in the eyes of a twenty-year-old young man at all. It is the eyes of a murderous murderer who is contaminated with human life.

Suddenly, Huang Honghui stretched out his hand suddenly, from the back waist of the suit... took out a dark pistol!

"You immediately kneel down and apologize to my father, otherwise I will collapse your family!" Huang Honghui has ferocious eyes, and endless murders emerge! As the second son of the Huang family, at this time, he is the new blood and new hope of the Huang family. He is infinitely murderous. He is more cruel and hotter than his eldest brother.

The surrounding air suddenly cooled down.

Countless guests present took a step back unconsciously.

This is a pistol. China is a country where guns are banned. Under such strict laws, the second young master of the Huang family raised a gun!

The situation becomes difficult to control.

"Oh, isn't it?" Chen Zongheng murmured softly, his eyes calm, and step by step, he walked towards Huang Honghui.

A few dozen steps away, Huang Honghui's pitch-black muzzle was aimed at him.

The bullet can penetrate his body as soon as he pulls the trigger.

But he turned a blind eye to this dark pistol.

Step forward, with thousands of eyes watching.

"Put down the gun." At this moment, a voice... broke the silence on the scene.

Patriarch Huang Zhengming looked indifferent and sternly shouted at his son. How can a gun be fired at the funeral of the eldest son at this time today?

The ‘Chen’ in front of you deserves to die, but...not in a hurry. To kill him, after the funeral, the whole city was massacred.

And at this time, this funeral...must be beautiful and there must be no difference.

The atmosphere of the scene instantly solidified.

Everyone looked at this scene with complex expressions.

Huang Honghui looked unwilling, Senju's eyes trembled slightly, for a long time... only then did he slowly put down the pistol.

Rescue the gun.

This was his father's order, and he dared not follow it.

The funeral parlour, decorated with extravagant dragon carvings, has a solemn atmosphere.

Taoist priests are still doing superb practices in the funeral home, and the whole scene is full of sorrow and joy.

An ice coffin of a huge Kowloon totem is enshrined in the center.

In front of the ice coffin is a huge photo. In the frame... there is a photo of Huang Xuyang.

In the photo, he smiled very warmly and very sunny.

A few days ago.

He is still alive in the world, unscrupulous.

Sweep the south of the Yangtze River, call the wind and call the rain.

This piece of Shanghai, listening to his name... is frightened by the wind.

But now, at this moment... is about to fall into the soil and become a pair of bones.

Lying in the Nine Dragon Ice Coffin, Huang Xuyang, wearing a general's dragon robe, probably would not have thought of it at the moment before he died. I would die so early.

"I killed the man. Since he is here, I should give him the last ride, right?"

Chen Zongheng was dressed in a straight suit and stared at the funeral home, his eyes calm and indifferent.

As soon as this remark came out, the audience was silent again for an instant.

It's the fuck, it's a real way to say it.

This is, it is clear that you will never die with the Huang family!

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