In front of the dining table, Chen Zongheng, dressed in a straight suit, was enjoying lunch calmly.
Qiu Huaihai, Qiu Yiren, and Luo Xiangnan, the family of three, were so shocked and stunned, looking at Chen Zongheng with extremely complicated eyes.
There was shock, surprise, and disbelief in their eyes.
The head of the Huang family...is dead?!
That giant underground clan that has been glorious for a hundred years and shocked for half a century...the head of the Huang family, Huang Zhengming...is dead?!
He is only over fifty, and is in his prime.
Just die like that?
"Mr. Xiao Chen... Then, then Huang Zhengming..."
Qiu Huaihai's voice trembled slightly. This was because he was so shocked and frightened that his speech was somewhat disrupted.
"If you die, if you don't obey, you will be killed."
Chen Zongheng slowly raised his glass, took a sip of red wine, and murmured.
His words were so indifferent, the wind was clear and the clouds were calm.
It seems that for him, killing is just a snap of his fingers.
Boom~! When I heard it with my own ears, this was a shocking answer.
Qiu Huaihai's body still trembled uncontrollably!
The head of the Huang family... was indeed killed by... the elegant and fair-skinned young man in front of him... Mr. Xiao Chen...?!
Qiu Yiren's pretty face turned pale in shock, her whole body was petrified on the spot, and her brain was blank.
Really, this news... is too shocking.
The head of the Huang family...the head of the Huang family who had been a powerful man for centuries...was actually killed by Chen Zongheng??
Qiu Yiren's pretty face turned pale, and her beautiful eyes glanced at Chen Zongheng in shock... then, she turned her gaze... to her sister Qiu Shuangxia who was standing aside.
Sitting there under the autumn frost, her pretty face was complicated, but she didn't refute.
In other words...this is true!
The century-old Huang family, the head of a generation of heroes... was killed by this young man in his early twenties?
This world is going to be in chaos.
…
The scorching sun at noon penetrates the shade of the trees.
Zhang Gongguan, Zhongshan Road, Shanghai.
Zhang Ruochu, the daughter of Tianjiao, is in the study, holding a brush in her hand and gently rendering a thick-ink landscape painting.
Wearing a snow-white cheongsam, her perfect charm is seductively outlined.
And the way she holds the pen and ink in her jade hands is even more charming.
Her long hair was lightly coiled, and her beautiful eyes were looking at the landscape and ink painting on the rice paper in front of her with exquisite concentration.
At this moment, there was a rush of footsteps outside the study corridor.
Immediately afterwards, a maid stood in front of the study door with an anxious and solemn expression.
"Why are you so flustered? Isn't the outcome already decided?" Zhang Ruochu still lowered his head and stared at the ink painting on the desk with his beautiful eyes.
The brush in her hand was still dancing gently, and no trivial matter could interrupt her interest in painting.
"How was Chen Zongheng's body disposed of by the Huang family?" she murmured while waving her pen and ink.
Although, she had already predicted everything. Chen Zongheng would die.
But she was still curious.
How will Chen Zongheng's body be disposed of by the Huang family?
To be cut into pieces by a thousand cuts, or... to hang on top of the city as a warning?
However, the maidservant stood humbly at the door, her delicate body hesitant and her beautiful eyes solemn and complex.
"Miss Zhen, the person who died... was not Chen Zongheng." The maid reported with a slight tremor in her voice.
"Oh?!" At this moment, the brush in Zhang Ruochu's hand trembled slightly.
The painting under the brush also moved in the direction because of the slight trembling.
"Then, who died?" Although she continued to write and repair the ink drawing on the rice paper, her mood was obviously a little confused.
Chen Zongheng... is not dead??
Her expectation actually... went awry??
The maid's beautiful eyes were solemn and complicated, and her voice trembled slightly as she said, "The dead person...is the head of the Huang family, Huang Zhengming."
‘Crack.’ The brush in Zhang Ruochu’s hand broke into two pieces in an instant.
The painting in front of the desk was also stained by a heavy splash of ink.
The whole painting collapsed in one stroke.
In the entire study room, the air... was suddenly silent.
Zhang Ruochu's exquisite beauty slowly raised her head.
"You, repeat it again." Her voice was very calm, but every word carried an...unprecedented aura!
"Half an hour ago, the head of the Huang family, Huang Zhengming... was stared at on the wall of the church by Chen Zongheng himself." The maid did not dare to hesitate, her voice was solemn, and she reported with a trembling voice!
‘Crack.’ The mahogany desk in front of Zhang Ruochu suddenly cracked and spread.
Boom~! With a sound, the bookcase instantly turned into a pile of sawdust.
At this moment, Zhang Ruochu, the eldest daughter of the Zhang family, who was respectfully called the daughter of Jiangnan... was completely shocked and froze on the spot.
Her rehearsal was all...wrong?
The head of the Huang family...was killed??!
The Huang family has been in full swing for a hundred years.
But Chen Zongheng was alone.
But, the result is... Huang Zhengming is dead??
"What about the thousands of elite members of the Huang family?!" Zhang Ruochu could no longer calm down at this moment.
Everything is wrong.
Her prediction was wrong, her estimate of Chen Zongheng's strength... was wrong?!
"The Huang family, thousands of elites... were massacred by Chen Zongheng... 2/3..." the maid reported with a trembling voice.
Huh~! At this moment, Zhang Ruochu's body became a little unsteady and trembled slightly.
Massacre...two-thirds??
With one person, he could kill...two-thirds of the Huang family members??!
You know, that... is an elite force of thousands of people!
The Huang family has accumulated power over the past hundred years!
But one person killed more than half of them?!
This is simply.
This is a young and handsome hero.
The power of one person can kill thousands of people.
In addition to the word "hero", is there anything else that can match his strength?
"Xiongxiong, Chen Zongheng."
Zhang Ruochu's voice murmured, and his pretty face was a little dull, complicated, and unbelievable.
In the Jiangnan and Shanghai seas, unexpectedly...another terrifying hero appeared, one against a thousand.
"Jiangnan, I'm afraid something is wrong." She murmured with beautiful eyes, her voice was complicated and dull.
This is her latest inference and prediction.
Heroes rise and numbers change.
Shanghai, which has been stable for decades with great effort, is about to... become turbulent.
…
Then, within just a few hours.
The news of the death of the head of the Huang family has spread throughout Shanghai.
The news cannot be blocked at all.
In an instant, the whole city seemed to be on fire.
There was great uproar and great turmoil.
Huang Zhengming, dead??
The great hero of the generation, the descendant of Huang Jinrong, the head of the Huang family... died just like that...?
In this city, a quarter of the sky collapsed.
Rumors are abuzz.
Finally, the official came forward to explain: The head of the Huang family died of cerebral congestion due to excessive grief at the funeral of his second son, Huang Honghui.
However, this explanation... is obviously full of loopholes and is too far-fetched. It is unbelievable.
Then, rumors spread from all directions.
Rumor has it that the head of the Huang family was killed by the security director of the Qiu Group, Chen Zongheng.
In an instant, the news exploded.
People speculated wildly.
Everyone was shocked.
But, except for those few upper-level top forces.
Most of the people were shocked and at the same time... sighed.
This is to eliminate harm for the people.
The Huang family dominates the south of the Yangtze River. They ignore all laws, are unscrupulous and do many evil things.
Throughout Jiangnan, the people almost dared not speak out in anger.
Now, the head of the Huang family...has died.
This is simply great news for the people of Jiangnan City.
what goes around comes around.
It’s not that I won’t report it, it’s that the time has not yet come.
The Huang family has such an ending. I can only blame myself. I have committed too many sins and retribution will come.
And, at the same time.
At this time, various rumors were circulating.
An exclusive and authoritative newspaper and magazine is being printed urgently.
Fuxing Magazine, a subsidiary of Fuxing Group, is being printed.
This is a journal that Fuxing Magazine is preparing to deliver to newspapers and periodical units in various areas of the city tomorrow morning.
However, this journal contains... a report named by Guo Shaoze himself.
