A huge golden glazed coffin was still lying quietly in the center of the house.
The body of the second young master Huang Honghui is still lying in the ice coffin.
Since a dead person cannot be resurrected, logically, the body should be cremated after three days.
However, Huang Zhengming did not do that.
He wanted to use the blood of Chen Zongheng to pay homage to his son's body before he was cremated.
As long as Chen Zongheng does not die, then... his son... will not be cremated!
In front of the ice coffin, there is a mahogany desk.
Huang Zhengming sat cross-legged in front of the desk, with the moonlight pouring in, cooking wine and burning incense.
He had been sitting in front of the coffin and had stayed with his son for several nights.
Parting through life and death, my father's love is deep.
These days, Huang Zhengming tried to sow the seeds himself, but to no avail.
Therefore, he could only frantically search for the mistresses that his son had taken care of during his lifetime to see if there was... a woman who had been played by his son and led to pregnancy.
He urgently needs the Huang family's incense inheritance.
But unfortunately, his son Huang Honghui played with too many women during his lifetime, hundreds of them.
Searched for whole days with no results.
And tonight, he is waiting for another good news.
Huang Zhengming gently picked up the wine glass and poured the boiling rice wine on the ground.
"Honghui, tonight... you can rest in peace."
Huang Zhengming's eyes were dark and deep, and a terrifying cold light flickered.
"Chen Zongheng's body should be delivered soon. As a father, I will personally peel off his skin, twitch his tendons, and use his blood to pay homage to your soul."
"And Qiu Yi, my father will take your place and personally sow the seeds so that she...can become pregnant with the third generation bloodline seed of my Huang family." Huang Zhengming's eyes were full of ferocity.
Tonight's game is all under control.
Spending hundreds of millions of dollars, the high-performance military explosives sneaked in from overseas were enough to... blow up Chen Zongheng into a pile of flesh and blood.
Even if he fights head-to-head, he still...can't withstand RDX's explosive power!
Thinking of this, Huang Zhengming's eyes were cold and faint, he poured the wine again and drank it all in one gulp.
"Repay...!"
At this moment, a rapid 'report' sounded outside the dark corridor.
Immediately afterwards, a servant hurried into the house with a solemn expression.
Huang Zhengming slowly poured himself a cup of warm rice wine.
"How about it? Has Chen Zongheng's body been delivered?" He raised his glass indifferently and sipped the wine in a faint voice.
"Qiu Yiren, were you captured alive?"
Huang Zhengming has two purposes tonight.
1. Capture Qiu Yiren alive.
Second, kill Chen Zongheng.
Tonight, he sent hundreds of elite assassins from the family, plus a whole truckload of terrifying RDX military explosives.
Everything is like catching a turtle in an urn.
However, the subordinate's body trembled and he suddenly fell to his knees.
"The one hundred and thirty brothers who were sent...all...all died." The men's voices were frightened and trembling...the report was reported tremblingly.
Boom~!
Upon hearing this, Huang Zhengming's pupils shrank suddenly!
"What?!" He suddenly smashed the ceramic wine bowl in his hand into pieces!
Hundreds of top experts sent...all...all sacrificed??!
"What about Chen Zongheng? I want to know, is he dead?!" Huang Zhengming's pupils were ferocious, and his voice was as terrifying as a beast.
His palms had been pierced by ceramic shards and were dripping with blood.
It was huge anger and murderous intent.
Tonight, the hundreds of members sent out are all top experts of the Huang family.
But, at this moment... no one has come back safely??
This is simply...a serious blow to the Huang family.
One hundred and thirty top masters, all sacrificed?
"Is Chen Zongheng dead or alive?! Tell me!" Huang Zhengming suddenly rushed in front of his men, grabbed his neck, and his eyes were ferocious.
The subordinate's body was shaking with fear, and he was so frightened that he couldn't even speak.
"Ding ding ding~!" At this moment, the cell phone on the desk suddenly rang.
Huang Zhengming threw his men away, then quickly walked to the desk and picked up the phone call.
"Who?" Huang Zhengming looked furious at this moment, like an out-of-control beast. Who dared to call him late at night to bother him?
If he couldn't explain why, he would let the caller... die a miserable death.
"Mr. Huang, you're fine." On the phone, an elegant and calm voice came.
When he heard this voice, Huang Zhengming's pupils... suddenly contracted!
The murderous intent all over his body seemed to explode and emerge in an instant.
"Chen... Zongheng?!" Huang Zhengming's facial expression was distorted.
Veins appeared from his forehead and spread to his neck!
This, the young man's voice... He turned to ashes and recognized it!
What Huang Zhengming didn't expect was that Chen Zongheng was still alive?!
He actually dared to call himself?!
"I didn't expect that Mr. Huang could still remember me...it's really rare." On the phone, Chen Zongheng's voice was calm and quiet, as if he was reminiscing with a good friend.
"Mr. Huang, I accept your gift tonight."
"However, it seems that... some of these gifts are not of high quality." Chen Zongheng's voice spoke on the phone speaker, "Could it be that... your Huang family... doesn't have anyone who is of high quality? When these ants are delivered, I will wipe them out with a snap of my fingers, indeed.
…It’s quite boring.”
This is simply a provocation.
Unbridled provocation and irony.
"Chen Zongheng...!" Huang Zhengming looked furious and ferocious, and he suddenly crushed the phone to pieces!!
"Uh ah...!" Huang Zhengming looked up to the sky and roared, it was an endless and terrifying murderous intention!
"Pfft." Huang Zhengming was so angry that he spurted out a mouthful of old blood and staggered backwards.
"Master!" The old butler Huang Zhong stepped forward quickly and helped Huang Zhengming.
"Master, please take care of yourself! Don't get angry!" The housekeeper carefully supported the owner and urged anxiously.
Huang Zhengming's eyes were blood red, and the entire front of his clothes was stained with blood.
He is the dignified head of the Huang family.
A century-old family, a tycoon above ten thousand people.
But tonight, I was shocked by... a young man in his early twenties... so angry that he vomited blood!
If this spreads out, I'm afraid... it will shake up half of the sky south of the Yangtze River.
"Chen Zongheng...if I don't kill you, I, Huang Zhengming...swear not to be a human being! Ugh!!" Huang Zhengming looked up to the sky and howled angrily, blood gushing out from his mouth again.
Anger hits my heart, and my blood surges.
At this moment, the head of the Huang family, the top tycoon who has been running rampant in the world for decades... for the first time, felt the feeling of grief and anger, and the anger in his heart.
The assassination effort that cost hundreds of millions and sacrificed the lives of hundreds of Huang family's top masters... failed!
What's even more hateful is that the enemy who killed his son actually... dared to call and provoke and ridicule?!
This is simply... Do you think the Huang family is an ant?!
"Pfft!" Huang Zhengming was so angry that he spurted out another mouthful of blood.
"Master, calm down! Take care of yourself!" Huang Zhong's old face looked anxious. He stretched out his two fingers and tapped acupuncture points on the master's body to dredge his blood vessels and resolve his blood energy.
After a long time, Huang Zhengming finally... recovered from the violent rage in his heart.
At this time, he was covered in blood stains, and even his beard had been stained dark red by the blood.
He gasped for breath, suppressing the raging anger in his heart.
"Master... we can't drag the body of the second young master any longer. It's already a scorching hot day, and if we leave it there any longer, the body will rot." Huang Zhong supported the master, with a solemn look on his face, and slowly advised.
Indeed, human corpses cannot be stored for too long during the scorching heat.
Even an ice coffin cannot preserve a body forever.
Eventually, it will stink.
Eventually, it will rot.
Now, the entire Huang family residence is almost filled with a faint smell of corpses.
Huang Zhengming's pupils were bloodshot and he glanced at his son's ice coffin with a ferocious look.
He was not willing to give in after all.
Huang Zhengming was not willing to sacrifice Chen Zongheng's blood to pay homage to his son.
For hundreds of years, the Huang family has never... experienced such humiliation?!
"Tomorrow, a tofu banquet will be held. Guests from all over the world will be invited to the banquet to give Honghui... his final farewell..."
Finally, Huang Zhengming sighed and said in a complicated voice, hoarse and old.
It is a custom in Jiangnan that two days before the funeral of the deceased, a magnificent tofu feast will be held.
Banquet, inviting relatives, friends, and guests from all over the world to participate in the tofu banquet to bid farewell to the deceased on their last journey.
Huang Zhengming has been putting off holding a banquet because...he is waiting to attack and kill Chen Zongheng.
But now, the assassination attempt failed.
My son's body can no longer be dragged away.
He had no choice but to hold a tofu feast according to custom...