Dong Biao was sitting on the sofa, slowly wiping his long knife.
Even if he kills tens of millions of people, his sword is still sharp and shiny.
He wiped the blade with machine oil to keep it sharp.
Even though Dong Clan's power has expanded to a certain extent, he still dare not take it lightly.
His sword never leaves his body.
Never indulge in extravagance, everything... is just to keep yourself awake and ready for war.
"Report...!" At this moment, suddenly...outside the office door, a subordinate looked anxious and rushed into the office!
"Report to the boss!! Outside the hotel, outside the hotel...they are surrounded by a large number of people!!" His subordinates reported anxiously!
Dong Biao, who was wiping the blade of the sword, slowly raised his head.
"How many people?" he asked calmly.
"There are many people, hundreds of them!" his subordinate replied anxiously.
Dong Biao looked calm, and slowly held the handle of the knife with his right hand.
Then, he took an iron chain and tied his right hand and the handle of the knife tightly together.
The knife is there and the people are there.
The sword dies, the man dies.
"Move people and respond to the challenge."
Dong Biao's voice was calm and simple, but... breathy!
Accept the challenge!
He, holding a long knife, walked step by step towards the door of the Peace Hotel.
And, at the same time, in the entire hotel, all the Dong Clan members were mobilized in an instant.
A bloody battle is about to break out!
Dong Biao held a long knife and stepped...out of the hotel door.
At that moment, hundreds of black-clad enemies outside the door surrounded him.
He is one person against hundreds of people.
"Who are you?" Dong Biao held the knife, raised his eyes, and stared at the hundreds of people in front of him.
"Fosun Group, the first security team under Mr. Guo." A leader walked out slowly with a cold expression. He stood still and faced Dong Biao.
"Fosun Group?" When he heard this name, Dong Biao's face became solemn.
"Did you know that this Peace Hotel... is the property of Mr. Guo? Do you dare to rob the property under the eyes of Mr. Guo? You, Dong Men, are so brave?" The leader's face was cold, and between his brows,
There is a scar that runs through it horizontally, showing a murderous intent.
"Oh." Dong Biao narrowed his eyes slowly.
Suddenly, he waved his right hand and the knife fell from his hand!
"Poof...!" A burst of blood spattered!
The leader's head was... cut off with a knife.
‘Boom.’ The sound of the head falling to the ground, the incomparable breath, echoed in the night sky.
The headless corpse of the leader was covered in blood.
Then, his body straightened up and he fell to the ground.
In an instant, all the Fosun Group thugs in the audience were stunned??
The leader was killed??
Even before he had time to take action... his head was chopped off with a knife??
"You...you dare...to kill people from my Fosun Group?! Do you want to be the enemy of my Fosun Group?!!" a member shouted angrily, and at that moment, hundreds of people drew their swords out of their sheaths!
"You guessed it right." Dong Biao suddenly slashed with his long knife, and directly... the knife penetrated the member's body from top to bottom.
The member's body stood sluggishly on the spot, and then... a bloodstain appeared from the top of his head, slowly cracking.
Immediately afterwards, his body...divided.
It was split in half and fell to the ground.
Blood stained the entire ground red.
Huh! All the Fosun Group thugs in the audience took a step back in shock.
Everyone was shocked by this man's domineering aura!
This person actually killed someone from their Fuxing Group?!
This is simply!@
"Kill...!" The next second, all the Fosun Group thugs reacted, and hundreds of people, wielding machetes, surged around!
At that moment, the corner of Dong Biao's mouth was filled with ferocious murderous excitement.
Fosun Group, so what?
Kill them quickly!
He pierced through with his long knife, cutting dozens of people in front of him in half with one blow.
One person fights hundreds of people in bloody battles.
And, at the same time, inside the Peace Hotel... several Dongmen thugs also rushed out!!
"kill……!!"
The killing cry swept across the place!
The two forces struck instantly like a meteor hitting the moon!
The sword flashed, and corpses kept falling!
Dong Biao tied up his hands with a long knife, and he could kill without limit.
Charge crazily in the sea of people, slashing crazily!
Every time he kills, he has no way out.
Either you die or I die.
"Puff puff……!"
Wherever the long knife passed, blood and flesh splattered!
After one hour.
The entire entrance to the Peace Hotel was littered with corpses.
Dong Biao held the knife in his finger and knelt down on one knee with a weak body.
His whole body was already stained red with blood.
The long knife in his hand was filled with endless blood, sticking together.
Hundreds of members of the Fosun Group fell to the ground and turned into corpses.
Behind Dong Biao, hundreds of Dong clan members were also in a miserable state, covered in blood.
But in this battle, Dong Men won.
Kill hundreds of people in Fosun Group!
"Boss...we have touched the people of Fosun Group...will we?" A military officer under his command slowly stepped forward and asked with some worry.
After all, this is Fosun Group.
One of the superpowers in the entire Shanghai City.
Their Dongmen is still too small and too young to compete with them.
Dong Biao slowly stood up, stretched out his hand, and wiped the blade of the knife.
The bright red blood penetrated the blade, exuding endless ferocity.
"Would princes, generals, and ministers rather be kind? Could it be that the Fosun Group... was born to be a tycoon?" Dong Biao's voice was cold, but filled with endless murderous intent.
He raised the long knife in his hand and pointed it straight at the night sky!
"I, Dongmen, don't accept it!"
At that moment, all Dong Clan members present raised their swords and pointed them directly at the night sky!
Today, Dong Men and Fosun Group are completely... at odds with each other!
Murderous intent abounds, Dong Clan rises!
…
And, in the dark night, at the same time.
Guo family villa.
Guo Shaoze was lying on the sofa, holding a cigar and slowly sipping red wine.
"Ding, ding, ding!" At this moment, the phone next to the coffee table suddenly rang!
Guo Shaoze swayed his wine glass and slowly answered the phone.
"Sir...! Peace Hotel...recovery failed..." The urgent and trembling voice of his subordinate came from the other end of the phone.
"Oh?" After hearing this, Guo Shaoze's eyes slowly condensed.
"What's going on?" he asked coldly.
If the phone hadn't rang, he would have almost forgotten about it.
He didn't care at all about the Peace Hotel, which was just like an ant.
But in the end, the recovery failed? How did these subordinates do things?
This is the waste?!
"Sir... the Peace Hotel... was attacked by the Dong clan when it was being recovered... hundreds of brothers, hundreds of brothers... were all killed." On the other end of the phone, the subordinate's voice was trembling and anxious as he reported.
Huh~! Upon hearing this, Guo Shaoze's complexion suddenly changed!
How dare Dong Men... touch the people in his Fosun Group?!
"Bang!" Guo Shaoze slammed the wine glass in his hand and threw it to the ground!
"Waste! A bunch of waste!!"
The Guo family and Fosun Group have been in business for hundreds of years and have never suffered such humiliation as today!
This is simply!!
Originally, he had nowhere to vent the depression in his heart. He wanted to vent his anger by massacring Dong Men and taking back the Peace Hotel.
But in the end... the Peace Hotel was not taken back. The hundreds of people he sent out were all killed??
This is simply!!
Do you really think that the Guo family is a paper tiger?
Once upon a time, the Guo family... could provoke people at will in Shanghai??!
"Pfft." Guo Shaoze was so angry that his throat felt sweet and a trace of blood suddenly spilled out.
…
The late night stretches endlessly, and after a night of silence... the sun slowly rises from the eastern sky.
Chen Zongheng got up early and completed 10,000 push-ups and sit-ups in his bedroom.
After washing up and changing into clothes, he came to the Qiu Manor opposite.
Qiu Yiren was wearing a sexy work uniform and was sitting at the dining table, looking as charming as a rose.
My sister, on the other hand, has a fluttering short skirt under the autumn frost, full of youthful vigor.
Every day, eating in front of these two sisters always makes people feel so happy that they faint to death.
But Chen Zongheng's expression was extremely cold, as if... he was a stone iceberg without any emotion.
When breakfast was served, it seemed quiet and quiet in front of the dining table...
After breakfast, Qiu Shuangxia went to school surrounded by a large group of bodyguards.
Chen Zongheng, on the other hand, got into the Mercedes-Benz with Qiu Yiren.
Five Mercedes-Benz cars started slowly and escorted the two people to the Qiu Mansion...
The route of the Mercedes-Benz fleet is set in advance by the bodyguards and is the safest route with the least traffic.
It was calm and calm along the way.
These days, since the Huang family was destroyed.
The entire Shanghai Sea seemed to have returned to calm, and all crises had subsided.
The Mercedes-Benz convoy passed through the street, and everything was quiet.
Qiu Yiren was sitting in the car with a laptop on her lap.
At this time, she was dealing with official emails.
Chen Zongheng, on the other hand, sat aside, closing his eyes and resting, as if everything had nothing to do with him.
It was quiet inside the car.
But, just as the Mercedes-Benz was driving through a quiet street.
Suddenly! A cold light quickly struck from the side!
That's a flying knife!
"Boom...!" The cold light was as fast as lightning and struck hard on the window glass of the Mercedes-Benz!
"Gala!" The bulletproof glass window next to Qiu Yiren was directly blasted until cracks spread!
How terrifying is this force?
Even bulletproof glass with a Mohs hardness level of seven can cause cracks to spread?!
The huge force penetrated it, and even the entire Mercedes-Benz was shaken slightly.
Huh~! Qiu Yiren's face turned pale and she looked out the car window in panic?!
"Enemy attack! Alert...!!"
In the Mercedes-Benz motorcade, dozens of Qiu's bodyguards shouted anxiously!
On the intercom, the bodyguard leader Yang Feng immediately began to give orders!
"Alert, alert! Car A, escort Mr. Qiu... quickly leave the scene!"
At this moment, the only best option is to evacuate quickly!
But...! Right now!
There was a slight whistle in the air!
On alert, the second cold light struck again, piercing the air... and headed towards the Mercedes-Benz car Qiu Yiren was sitting in!
"boom……!"
The moment the flying knife's cold light collided with the bulletproof glass, the entire bulletproof glass was instantly shattered and scattered!
That flying knife was like a bullet, carrying enough energy to shoot directly into the car!
At that moment, Qiu Yiren's pretty face turned pale... She had no time to dodge, let alone react.
"Zheng!"
Suddenly, a white hand directly grasped the flying knife in his hand.
Chen Zongheng's eyes were calm and he slowly retracted his palm.
The cold light flying knife appeared in his hand.
The blade is long and narrow, carved with strange barbs.
There is even a faint pungent smell floating around.
This is a poisonous flying knife!
When he saw this flying knife, Chen Zongheng's pupils finally condensed!
He, the person you have been waiting for...is finally here!
Lurking next to Qiu Yiren for several months, everything... just to wait for that force!
Now, finally, it has appeared!
"Creak...!" At the same time, the Mercedes-Benz that was speeding suddenly braked suddenly and stopped!
"What's going on?! Why did you stop the car?!"
On the intercom, the unidentified bodyguard leader...Yang Feng asked urgently!
"Report to the leader...! The road ahead...is blocked by someone!" In the lead car, the driver spoke solemnly into the intercom and reported!
But, he just finished speaking.
"Poof...!" A cold light instantly passed through the windshield, directly punching out a terrifying bloody hole in the driver's throat!
The air is cold and murderous!
I saw a street entrance a few meters away in front of the Mercedes-Benz convoy.
A figure in a white suit slowly emerged.
He has silver hair and a skin color that makes people feel cold.
It was a pale skin color like a corpse.
His pupils, even his pupils, were gray-white.
Under the pupils, that gray-white light makes people feel creepy!