The drizzle is falling, and the sea of people is like a tide.
Countless cars are parked on the square of thousands of square meters.
People coming and going are all dressed in black.
There is also a white mourning flower pinned to the cuff.
Countless black umbrellas held up a unique and solemn space, and the light rain dripped on the umbrella canopy without stopping.
All the people are mourning together, and the heaven and the earth are also mourning.
Countless guests dressed in black stood around the square, bowing their heads in silence.
Incense is curling up and mourning sounds are lingering.
The head of the Huang Clan...Huang Zhengming looked calm, dressed in a black windbreaker, and...had a pair of black sunglasses on his face.
At this time, he seemed unusually calm, standing on the edge of the second step, entertaining guests from all walks of life who came to pay their respects.
As a powerful figure in Huhai City in the south of the Yangtze River, his momentum was completely restrained at this time. There was no murderous spirit at all. Instead, he was kind-hearted, calm and elegant.
If one didn't know his identity, at a glance... one might even mistake him for a teacher from a certain university.
In this morning's funeral, Huang Zhengming always remained calm and indifferent. The white-haired man sent the black-haired man to the funeral. For his eldest son's funeral, he... suppressed his endless murderous intention, just to give his eldest son Xuyang the blessing before he left.
The last moment of tranquility.
It is important for people to die, so give the deceased the last moment of peace and let him rest in peace.
The second son, Huang Honghui, was standing next to his father, holding a black umbrella for his father in his right hand.
He is only in his early twenties. Although he is young...but his eyes are full of sharp murderous intent. At the age of twenty, he has killed countless people.
At this time, Huang Honghui remained silent from beginning to end.
As the second son of the Huang family, he is gradually being cultivated into a growing beast.
"I am sorry for your loss."
A colleague in the business field slowly walked up to him and said his condolences. Then he waited for Huang Zhengming's reply.
After Huang Zhengming nodded, the colleague bowed carefully, then stepped into the mourning hall, bowed to worship, and personally lit three incense sticks for Huang Xuyang.
Right above the mourning hall, there is a golden ice coffin carved with nine dragons.
In the ice coffin, Huang Xuyang has a neat appearance and a peaceful face. He is wearing an ancient general's shroud. It means that after death, he can be reborn as a general and be filled with glory and wealth.
Even if members of the Huang family are buried, they must enjoy the most precious rites.
Huang Xuyang's body was beautified to make it solemn and noble, but only the ferocious hole in the neck and trachea... made people feel horrified.
The entire blood hole has been beautified and covered by the embalmer, but the oozing wound still cannot be covered.
The public explanation given by the Huang family is that Huang Xuyang died in an accident.
But what kind of accident can completely penetrate a person's trachea and throat?
In essence, how do people die?
Only that night, the hundreds of guests at the hotel banquet knew the truth. Because that night, everyone present witnessed the attack in the blink of an eye.
However, the dignity of the Huang family and the seriousness of the entire incident were involved. Therefore, the hundreds of guests present that night...were threatened by the Huang family and swore...that the truth of the matter would never be revealed.
However, the people have their own opinions on this matter. Everyone is not stupid, and anyone can guess...the son of the Huang family did not die in an accident.
This is a major murder case that shakes up the Huang family!
Not even the police department’s security department can get involved.
Because, this is the Huang family. The Huang family’s murder case, the Huang family will handle it themselves!
"My condolences!" More and more people came to express their condolences.
Huang Zhengming nodded one by one. His expression was very calm, without sadness or joy. He seemed like a stone sculpture without emotion.
However, the less sad and happy he is, the more people can feel his sadness.
When you grow old and lose a child, the white-haired person will send the black-haired person away. Things are unpredictable, and life is the saddest thing.
After receiving nearly a hundred people, Huang Zhengming suddenly slowly took out a cigar and put it in front of his mouth.
A gray-haired old servant came forward, handed him a lighter with both hands respectfully, and lit the cigar for him.
"My son, my death cannot be in vain." Huang Zhengming took a deep breath of his cigar and spoke slowly.
The second son, Huang Honghui, stood aside, his eyes moving slightly and remaining silent.
"Master, your death will not be in vain." The white-haired old servant said in a hoarse voice.
"Have you found out the man's identity?" Huang Zhengming said profoundly.
The old servant's old face flashed with a hint of solemnity, "Checked."
"The result?" Huang Zhengming asked.
"Nothing was found. His name...cannot be searched through any channels. Even the household registration department could not find his identity information."
The old servant's voice was deep and hoarse, with a strong edge.
At this moment, Huang Zhengming's eyes gradually condensed.
A man named 'Chen' appeared out of nowhere and attacked and killed his eldest son on the spot. This unscrupulousness almost caused a sensation in Shanghai. The provocation slapped the entire Huangmen in the face! A huge blood feud!
Can……
To this day, the Huang family has used various means and means, but... still can't find any clues about this person?!
This is simply a shame for the Huang family.
"Even if a person is dead, as long as he has lived...then there will definitely be traces left in the world. How can you not find out at all?" Huang Zhengming's eyes were cold, with a trace of uncontrollable killing intent.
The old servant trembled slightly and lowered his head in shame, "This old servant is incompetent."
Huang Zhengming's eyes were calm, but the chill in his pupils became more intense.
"After Xu Yang is buried, I want him to die." Huang Zhengming slowly spit out these words.
The surrounding air suddenly dropped in temperature. It was as cold as a severe cold.
Since we couldn't find any clues about the 'Chen' surname, we could only use Huang Zhengming's method.
Kill them quickly!
Use the blood of the ‘Chen’ surname to pay tribute to the spirit of the rising sun in the sky!
…
At the same time, it was drizzling outside the funeral parlor square.
A black Mercedes-Benz S600 slowly stopped in front of the square, the door opened, and a young man in a black suit slowly got out of the car. He had fair skin, an elegant and handsome face, and looked like a scholar.
He slowly opened the trunk of the Mercedes-Benz and took out four funeral wreaths.
Then, he just carried the wreath and walked slowly towards the square.
Square, in front of the steps of the funeral home.
The originally calm expressions of several guests suddenly changed.
Immediately afterwards, their pupils suddenly dilated.
A chill actually spread from their limbs to their bodies, and the bodies of several guests... almost stiffened.
They widened their eyes in shock and horror, and looked at...and looked again.
In the end, a group of people were horrified and terrified.
This group of guests... were all those who witnessed that night in the banquet hall of the Peace Hotel.
They had experienced the attack firsthand.
But at this moment! All of them were terrified.
Because, they saw an unforgettable figure!
The perpetrator...that night in the hotel, that perpetrator!
The murderer...the murderer who massacred Huang Xuyang...is here!
That night at the Peace Hotel, he came to the Peace Hotel in such a calm manner. In the blink of an eye, he penetrated Huang Xuyang's trachea.
Now, at this moment.
He appears in person again!
Chen Zongheng was wearing an exquisite black suit with white gloves on his hands. He raised his head and glanced calmly at the mourning hall a hundred meters away.
Just like that, step by step.
His eyes were calm and his appearance was dignified.
He stands tall and majestic. There is a faint air of soaring into the sky, surrounding him.
He just carried the wreath and slowly came onto the stage.
At this time, look at the entire solemn scene.
Chen Zongheng's appearance actually did not cause much disturbance. After all, most of the countless guests who came today did not know him. They did not know who he was, let alone that he was the murderer.
However, the few petrified guests on the steps were different.
They had experienced the killing banquet in person, and they were too familiar with that fair face.
"He, he's here."
The guests were trembling physically and mentally, and their expressions were numb. They were all upper-class people in Shanghai, but even though they were of this class, they were still shocked by the 'elegant' figure in the distance.
This murderer is so arrogant.
Today, on such an occasion, he... actually came here to express condolences in person?! He was also holding four wreaths in his hands!
Huang Zhengming didn't know anything about it at first, but after several guests around him repeated it a few times, he finally understood.
He turned his head suddenly, his eyes as sharp as a sword, and glanced at the square covered with drizzle.
Then, his eyes immediately locked on Chen Zongheng.
Chen Zongheng felt something in his heart and subconsciously raised his eyebrows to look for it.
Finally, hundreds of steps away from Huang Zhengming, the two looked at each other.
Like a sword meeting a sword, like a dragon meeting a tiger.
The two pairs of eyes collided, and murderous intent... was everywhere in an instant.
"Mr. Huang, what's going on?"
"Don't talk too much, it seems...someone is coming to cause trouble."
Everyone, "..."
Who the hell dares to come and destroy the Huang family's property because of their bravery?
After this.
Gaze after gaze passed over Chuo Chuo's figure and glanced at Chen Zongheng. At the same time, hundreds of security guards responsible for maintaining order moved upon hearing the news.
