Chen Zongheng drove the car with a faint and indifferent look.
At this time, he seemed to be the elegant gentleman again.
There was no trace of... murderous intent at all from him.
If so, people who don't know him would find it hard to believe that the calm and elegant fair-skinned young man in front of them was the 'murderer' who personally set fire to the entire Ruan Building.
"Mr. Chen...just...what happened in Ruan's Building...?"
Sun Xue was sitting in the passenger seat. After hesitating for a long time, she finally couldn't hold it in any longer and asked.
She didn't know what happened in the building.
However, after Chen Zongheng walked into the building...
The people inside ran out frantically...as if running for their lives.
Then, ten minutes later, the building suddenly exploded...
Also, the figure who suddenly jumped from the building and fell...
Everything that happened today was too shocking.
It was hard for Sun Xue to believe and even harder to accept.
The huge Ruan Group was just... destroyed by a shocking fire?
Just can't believe it.
Chen Zongheng drove the car slowly, lit a cigarette and put it into his mouth.
"Nothing." He took a puff of cigarette lightly.
"Reciprocity of courtesy, sending people to the West, that's all."
He spat out a sentence with precious words.
What he was referring to, sending people to the West...naturally, was Ruan Tianlong.
Sun Xue, who was on the side, heard what he said.
The pretty face is complicated and shocked.
She seemed to understand vaguely.
Reciprocity?
Refers to...that batch of explosives?!
Sending someone to the West??
Could it be...that you mean??
"Chairman Ruan Tianlong...?" Sun Xue's pretty face was complicated, and she looked at Mr. Chen nervously. However, she did not dare to ask any more questions.
"There won't be anyone like this anymore." Chen Zongheng said calmly while holding the steering wheel.
From now on, the name 'Ruan Tianlong' will be completely removed from the list of heroes in Shanghai City.
The dead can only have their names engraved on their tombstones and suffer eternity.
When, hear this sentence.
Sun Xue's pretty face changed from complicated... to shocked and unbelievable...
…
At the same time, Shanghai and the Huang family’s ancient residence.
The head of the Huang family, Huang Zhengming, was sitting quietly next to the ice coffin.
His eyes were deep and cold, and there was a tea table in front of him.
He just sat next to the ice coffin, sipping tea in deep loneliness.
In the ice coffin on the side, the body of the second son Huang Honghui lay.
It has been ten days since Huang Honghui died.
The body has not yet been buried.
Huang Zhengming said.
As long as Chen Zongheng is alive, his son's body will not be buried.
He wanted to use Chen Zongheng's blood to pay homage to his son's body.
Until now, he has been waiting for ten days.
The corpse was stored for ten days, even though it was stored in an ice coffin and frozen at low temperature.
But still, it cannot be stored for too long in this summer season.
Now, the faint smell of corpses has floated out from the ice coffin.
The stench of corpses floated over the entire house, making people almost nauseous.
But Huang Zhengming sat beside the ice coffin calmly.
Even though the smell of corpses filled the sky, he still drank tea lightly.
He is here, waiting for news.
A piece of news that would allow him to sleep soundly tonight.
"Report...!!"
At this moment, a bright report suddenly came from outside the house!
A servant of the Huang family hurried towards the inner courtyard.
Huang Zhengming sat in front of the ice coffin with his knees crossed, his expression unchanged, and he continued to sip hot tea.
However, there was a hint of depth in his eyes.
"How about it? Is Qiu's Building... destroyed?" Huang Zhengming took a sip of tea and asked slowly.
Today, when Ruan Tianlong ordered people to install explosives... it was because of the support of his Huang family.
If not, how could Ruan Tianlong contact this professional team of explosive killers?
How can we obtain the terrifying military C4 explosive in the mainland of China, a country where guns are banned?
Everything is because of the support of the Huang family.
At this moment, the only result Huang Zhengming wants to see is... the destruction of the Qiu Group.
Thirty-one C4 bombs were enough to blow the Qiu Group into pieces.
It was enough to blow that damn Chen Zongheng into pieces.
Thinking of this result, a slight fluctuation flashed in Huang Zhengming's calm eyes.
It was an excitement that was hard to conceal.
Chen Zongheng, even if you have great martial arts, you will eventually die from the bombing of military explosives.
Only Chen Zong died.
Then he can feel at ease!
Tonight, finally, I can have a peaceful sleep.
"Master...Qiu...Qiu Group..." The servant's body trembled slightly, and he suddenly fell to his knees, his voice stammering, "Qiu Group, intact..."
"But, but... the Ruan Medical Building... was blown up..." the servant reported with a trembling voice.
Huh~!
Upon hearing this, Huang Zhengming's body trembled suddenly, and the hot tea overflowed from the tea cup in his hand and spilled on the coffee table.
"What did you say?" Huang Zhengming's eyes were as cold as ever before. He turned his head and stared at the servant.
And the purple sand tea cup in his hand was crushed to pieces in an instant... by him.
"Ruan... Ruan's medicine was blown up... Ruan Tianlong jumped off the building and died! It is said that... he was... forced by Chen Zongheng!"
The servant fell to his knees, his voice trembled, and he repeated the message... again!
"Pfft~!" Huang Zhengming was so angry that he suddenly took a mouthful of blood... and spurted it out from his mouth.
His shirt and chest were instantly stained.
"Master...?!" Seeing this scene, the servants hurriedly stepped forward to help him.
Huang Zhengming slammed his palm and knocked the servant away.
This supreme tycoon, who had been fighting against the world for decades, at this moment... was so angry that he vomited blood!
If this scene were to spread, it would shake the whole of Jiangnan.
Huang Zhengming has been famous for decades, but has he ever...been so popular?!
"Boom...!" He kicked directly and smashed the mahogany tea table in front of him.
"Chen...Zongheng!!"
His voice was hoarse and his murderous intent was overwhelming.
Huang Zhengming clenched his fists tightly, making a crackling sound!
At this moment, the head of the Huang family, the unrivaled super tycoon... finally became furious!
Several assassinations in a row...all failed!
Chen Zongheng, more than once... slapped the Huang family's face hard and trampled on the Huang family's century-old dignity!
The hatred of killing a son is irreconcilable!
His only two sons were both dead.
He died at the hands of Chen Zongheng.
Nowadays, he is old and has failed one after another to sow seeds to continue the incense.
If this continues, the Huang family will be wiped out!
Now, Erzi's body is still lying in the ice coffin... After waiting for ten days, the body has already become somewhat rotten.
Just to wait until Chen Zongheng dies.
But in the end, such news came?!
Chen Zongheng, is still alive?!
The Qiu Group is still... intact??
Then him, then his Huang family...have all the assassination plans these days been in vain?!
Huang Zhengming is unwilling to give in!
"Pfft." He was so angry that he spurted out another mouthful of blood.
He stood up tremblingly, clenched his fists, looked murderous, and walked step by step... towards the depths of the courtyard.
With every step he took, there was an inch of depression on the bluestone floor.
Every step leaves deep footprints on the stone floor!
"Send the order...!"
"Sacrifice the sword tonight...!!"
Huang Zhengming was born like a bell and shouted angrily!
He finally couldn't wait any longer.
"Tomorrow, if the horoscopes match, we will hold a funeral for the second young master! The highest level, a grand funeral!!" His voice was unwilling to be humiliated, with huge murderous intent.
The corpse of the second son has become more and more decomposed. It cannot be dragged on any longer. If it is not buried, the corpse will rot.
The funeral will be held tomorrow!
And tomorrow, the long sword... is destined to... be unsheathed!
