The distance between the two people is only ten steps away.
If Huang Zhengming takes action, he can pull out a gun and kill someone in the blink of an eye.
But his eyes were distracted and expressionless.
However, in Jiangnan and Shanghai, everyone who has dealt with Huang Zhengming knows...the calmer he is, the more terrifying he is.
For a hero to be so calm and composed in the face of his murderer's enemy, you can imagine his terror.
It's like the calmness of a tiger preparing to attack.
"You provoke my Huang family so much and don't give me Huang Zhengming face. From now on, in this Shanghai and Jiangnan, you will be unable to move even an inch and become the enemy of the whole world."
Finally, Huang Zhengming said these words calmly and indifferently.
"Oh, thank you for the reminder, Mr. Huang." A smile appeared on Chen Zongheng's face, and he looked at the soles of his feet with thousands of eyes on him.
This scene.
Uncle Zhong, as well as some of the senior officials of the Huang family, were all nervous.
All the guests present were inexplicably shocked.
This young man is too arrogant.
In front of such a scene, you still... dare to laugh? And you still smile so calmly and take it indifferently?
What is the trump card behind him? Is he really not afraid of death?
On the other hand, Huang Zhengming remained indifferent and could still hold up the scene.
He neither opened his mouth to talk or communicate, nor did he show any unnecessary emotions. He was neither angry nor fierce, neither happy nor sad, and was as indifferent as a stone sculpture.
The corner of Chen Zongheng's mouth curled up, but he didn't pretend to be reserved like Huang Zhengming.
He came here today because he wanted to see what was so special about the rumored arrogant Huang family who dared to threaten Qiu Yiren's assassination...
Now, he saw it.
Moreover, it seems a little disappointing.
Didn't you say that... it was the inherited bloodline of the hero Huang Jinrong? Why... couldn't you feel the murderous power of the Qing Gang's black power at all?
Really disappointed.
But now that I'm here, let's say our last goodbyes to Mr. Huang who is lying in the ice coffin.
Chen Zongheng slowly stepped into the mourning hall.
His eyes scanned the mourning hall carved with dragons and phoenixes, and then he slowly came to the ice coffin.
Huang Xuyang's body was lying peacefully inside. He was wearing a general's dragon robe. Even after his death, the Huang family wanted to make him famous and bury him among the best.
Chen Zongheng glanced at the corpse in the ice coffin, his eyes were dark, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
"Young Master Huang, we met only once. I didn't expect you to take the first step. Keep in mind the threatening words that day. You go well all the way." Chen Zongheng looked calm, stared at the body in the ice coffin, and said slowly.
"Insolent! Since you are here to see off, please respect the deceased! When you see the deceased... but you don't offer incense and bow? How is that decent? Do you have any cultivation and humanity?!"
Suddenly, a shout came from behind.
Chen Zongheng withdrew his dim eyes, raised the corners of his mouth, turned his head meaningfully, and looked towards the source of the sound.
I saw Huang Honghui, the second young master of the Huang family, standing in front of the mourning hall, with his fists clenched and his face ferocious and extremely angry. His eyes showed the murderous light of murder. If his father hadn't stopped him, this second young master of the Huang family would probably have
He was shot on the spot and killed into a pile of meat residue.
"I'm sorry, I came in such a hurry this time that I didn't have time to bring incense." Chen Zongheng touched his nose, his eyes were elegant and soft.
"Let's do this. Next time I wait for your funeral, I will definitely light incense for you."
Huang Zhengming: "..."
Huang Honghui: "..."
Everyone present: "..."
Everyone was shocked and speechless by his words.
Next time, waiting for your funeral? Will I light incense for you?
How arrogant do you have to be to say such...rebellious words in front of countless members of the Huang family at this moment?
Provocative, humiliating, unscrupulous.
"You are seeking death." Huang Honghui was young and energetic, his pupils were furious and ferocious, and he took out the dark pistol from his waist again.
The dark gun hole was aimed at Chen Zongheng.
The scene at Noda.
Everyone's mouth was dry and their minds were tense.
This situation is beyond control.
Facing the dark and cold gun hole opposite, the corner of Chen Zongheng's mouth raised a slight arc.
"Second Young Master, do you want to kill me?"
He walked forward slowly with a smile on his leather shoes.
He actually approached the gun hole. Instead of avoiding it, he faced the gun barrel directly.
"Before your eldest brother died, he aimed his gun at me just like you." Chen Zongheng said slowly and calmly.
After hearing this, everyone present said: "..."
Dare to be so unscrupulous in provocation in front of Huang Zhengming and at the gunpoint of the second son of the Huang family, is he really... not afraid of death?
"Bang...!!" There was a fierce gunshot...! Huang Honghui looked ferocious and furious, and finally the gun went off.
A bullet quickly penetrated the barrel of the gun, passed through the air, and shot towards Chen Zongheng's head at supersonic speed...
And he, Chen Zongheng...the corner of his mouth raised a slight arc.
The moment the bullet was about to penetrate his head, his figure...disappeared.
"Pfft." The bullet cut through the air, lost its target... and shot into the wall of the mourning hall behind it.
In the center of the wall, a gunshot hole filled with smoke was left.
The whole scene was silent for a short time.
Everyone stared, some unable to react?
This this……
What's going on?
Bullets were fired, but the target person... disappeared in front of him??
Did he avoid the bullet??
How did he disappear??
Could it be, is it a ghost?!
The hearts of everyone present jumped! At that moment, among the hundreds of pairs of eyes present, no one could clearly see Chen Zongheng’s movement! How did he dodge the bullet?!
Not far away, Uncle Zhong's old and rickety body trembled uncontrollably. It was horrifying...unbelievable.
Everyone might not be able to understand it...but he vaguely captured the young man's movement!
His footwork is like a dragon's and his body speed is like lightning.
too horrible.
What a terrifying tactical evasion technique!
This is rumored to be a terrifying skill that can only be mastered by certain secret forces?! Special warriors use incredible power to reverse the limits of the human body. They surpass ordinary people, their bodies can dodge bullets, and their bodies... are comparable to supersonic speeds?!
The head of the Huang family, Huang Zhengming, was still standing there, but under his sunglasses... his eyes, which showed no joy or sadness, were indeed more focused than ever before.
The corner of Chen Zongheng's mouth was filled with a trace of curvature, his eyes were dull, he stretched out his hand, took out a cigarette and lit it.
Then, step by step, he walked towards Huang Honghui.
"What a pity, the speed of that bullet...is still a little slower."
Huang Honghui's hand holding the gun was shaking. He stared at Chen Zongheng in disbelief with his eyes wide open.
Huang Honghui's feet felt a little weak. He moved slowly and backed up.
"That day, your elder brother also shot me in the same way. However, his end was more miserable."
The corners of Chen Zongheng's mouth curled up, and the five fingers of his right hand... slowly clenched together, making a popping sound of the joints.
Swish swish swish~!
All around, countless Huang family security guards quickly gathered around!
The atmosphere suddenly became cold.
A fierce and burly bodyguard suddenly stood in front of Chen Zongheng, blocking his way forward.
"Step forward and kill without mercy." The burly bodyguard's face was cold, and his voice exuded endless killing intent. This was an executioner who had truly killed people.
"Do you want to die for your young master?"
Chen Zongheng raised his head meaningfully and glanced at the bodyguard lightly.
"Okay, then I'll make it happen for you."
He suddenly raised his hand, and with his fair and elegant right palm, he pinched the burly bodyguard's neck fiercely.
"Pfft~!"
Blood splattered everywhere.
His palms were like sharp vise, and in an instant, he broke the neck of the burly bodyguard.
The burly bodyguard's pupils widened... He clutched his strangled neck with both hands... Huge blood holes emerged, staining his entire shirt red.
‘Bang.’ The bodyguard’s body fell down hard, blood staining the surrounding ground red.