"Are you Qiu Yiren?" Ding Ao looked at Qiu Yiren with lustful eyes. He glanced at Qiu Yiren's delicate body. The most beautiful CEO in Shanghai City, this is a woman that thousands of men want to conquer. Her temperament is determined and makes people feel...
A strong desire to conquer!
Chen Zongheng slowly took a step forward, blocking Ding Ao's lustful gaze, "If you look again, I won't mind digging out your eyes."
At this moment, Qiu Yiren's heart skipped a beat. A complex sense of security quietly sprouted. This man, stood up... to protect himself? This scene made her heart beat inexplicably.
Ding Ao's eyes were as cold as ice. He suppressed the anger in his heart and said sternly, "My Ding Ao, on the order of Mr. Dong, I am here to take Chen Zongheng to a business meeting!"
"Who is Mr. Dong? Sorry, I don't know you." Chen Zongheng said calmly with calm eyes.
Ding Ao's face suddenly hardened, and he said coldly, "How many Mr. Dongs are there in this Shanghai City?!"
Chen Zongheng shook his head slowly, "I really don't recognize the surname of a mere ant."
Arrogant, domineering, rivalry!
As soon as this statement came out, everyone present was shocked!
This Chen Zongheng is openly provoking these gangsters!
In a mere place like Shanghai and Shanghai, a small character named Dong...how can he be recognized by the 'god of death'?
If there was a person named Dong, he did know one. But that person was stationed in the Forbidden City, the imperial capital, with three stars and a tassel hanging on his shoulders, and he was a rival in the world.
And the ant in front of me with the surname Dong is really nothing more than dust.
"Asshole! How dare you be rude to Mr. Dong!" Ding Ao was finally furious. In this world... no one can be rude to Mr. Dong! Mr. Dong, the absolute existence of underground forces in Shanghai! How can a strong man be insulted? Ding Ao raised his head fiercely
fist!
"Is it Mr. Dong from Dongmen?" At this moment, Qiu Yiren suddenly asked.
Ding Ao stopped his fist, and a flash of pride flashed in his eyes, "Exactly! Dong Men, Mr. Dong!"
Hearing this, Qiu Yiren's pretty face condensed slightly... Chen Zongheng didn't know Mr. Dong, but she did. There really wasn't anyone in Shanghai who didn't know Mr. Dong.
"Why did Mr. Dong find me, an employee of the Qiu Group?" Qiu Yiren asked in surprise.
"You don't need to know this! Mr. Dong has ordered that you must take Chen Zongheng with you today!" Ding Ao said coldly, his voice extremely ferocious.
Qiu Yiren's pretty face changed slightly. She was in business. She had no contact with Mr. Dong's group at all, so why did she suddenly come to find her?
Chen Zongheng slowly closed the scripture book in his hand and said calmly and indifferently, "Okay, since you have invited me again and again, then I... will go with you. However, I hope you will not regret it."
"By the way, I asked Mr. Dong to prepare fine wine and delicious food for me. Since I'm invited, I naturally have to have a meal before leaving."
Chen Zongheng stood aside with a calm expression.
"Take him away!" Ding Ao shouted coldly, and the three younger brothers directly pressed Chen Zongheng's shoulders and tried to force him into the car.
Chen Zongheng turned his head calmly and said to Qiu Yiren, "Wait for me in the company. I will be back after the meal is over."
The gang of gangsters pushed Chen Zongheng hard and tried to detain him into the car, but they couldn't push him at all.
"Ants, get lost." Chen Zongheng shouted coldly, and the three young men were knocked away and vomited blood on the spot.
The scene was in shock.
A large group of men in black were surrounded by menacing and angry!
Chen Zongheng's eyes were indifferent and he didn't even bother to take action. A mere ant could be wiped out with a snap of his finger, so why should he take action?
He looked calm and slowly got into the Cadillac.
Ten Cadillac cars drove away one after another...
The colleagues present were stunned, and they were so shocked that they were afraid that they would not be able to calm down for a long time...
The beautiful figure of Qiu Yiren stood there, her eyes staring closely at the direction in which the Cadillac drove away and disappeared... A complex emotion was quietly brewing in her heart...
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Half an hour later, ten Cadillac cars were speeding along...and stopped at the door of a super luxurious manor in Shanghai.
At the entrance of the manor, a huge stone pillar is carved with two vigorous characters: Dong Men!
This is Dongmen Manor!
The reason why Dongmen is famous is not because of the manor itself... but because of its owner, Mr. Dong.
Standing at the door of the villa were two rows of big men in black, dark and cold, with a chilling air.
"A fish pond is a fish pond after all... there will be no story." Chen Zongheng had a trace of disappointment in his eyes... He originally thought that this Dongmen... would be such a heroic existence? But at this moment, he saw that it was just a wisp of
Just the waves.
"Stop talking nonsense! Dong Tan Clan is not a place for you to be arrogant!" Ding Ao suddenly raised his foot and hit Chen Zongheng hard, with arrogant murderous brutality! This is the Dong Clan, Mr. Dong's territory! Here it is!
, no one can act wild, no!
Chen Zongheng slowly stopped and stared at Ding Ao... At that moment, the air suddenly became cold!
Ding Ao's body trembled and he took a step back! He was so shocked by this look that he fell back!
"How dare you stare at me?!" Ding Ao was completely furious!
"Forget it, I'm afraid of getting my hands dirty."
Chen Zongheng sighed lightly... No one knew what he meant. Maybe only he himself understood. He was too lazy to take action. He was afraid that killing Ding Ao... would dirty his hands. Because he didn't bother to do anything like this.
It's really disdainful for little people to do something.
A group of men in black suits were escorting Chen Zongheng. Perhaps it was not considered escorting, but more like a group of young men following Chen Zongheng... because no one could escort him.
Chen Zongheng walked into the villa calmly... he looked around and saw all the high-end mahogany carvings, which were as magnificent as a palace.
On a huge tiger-skin sofa, a man sat in the middle... holding a cigar in his hand and puffing away lightly.
"Are you Chen Zongheng?" the man blew out a smoke ring and asked slowly.
Chen Zongheng put his hands in his trouser pockets and looked at him calmly, "Are you Mr. Dong?"
"You bastard! How dare you be rude in front of Mr. Dong?!" Ding Ao was cold and cruel, and kicked Chen Zongheng on the back again!
"If you dare to scream again, I won't mind giving you a ride." Chen Zongheng looked at Ding Ao calmly. He didn't want to dirty his hands, but it didn't mean that he wouldn't kill people.
Ding Ao was furious and was about to take action...but was stopped by the man on the sofa.
Mr. Dong was sitting on the sofa and suddenly laughed, his smile was deep and inexplicable, "Interesting, Chen Zongheng...it's a bit interesting."
Mr. Dong did not know Chen Zongheng. A few days ago, the Huang family blocked the news about the big fuss at Huang Xuyang's funeral. Except for the top forces at the core of the city who knew the inside story, the rest of the people did not actually know the truth.
They also don't know who Chen Zongheng is.
This name was blocked by the Huang family and listed as a taboo. It was only known to the most sophisticated people in Shanghai.
Chen Zongheng stared at the man, "Why are you looking for me? Have you prepared the food and drinks?"
"Food and wine? Haha." Mr. Dong's smile gradually faded, "The wine, food and coffin are all ready."
The air suddenly became cold!
"Oh? Really." Chen Zongheng slowly lit a cigarette, his face... still calm and indifferent.
Mr. Dong stared at him with deep eyes, "Ruan Wenyao, Mr. Ruan of Ruan's Medicine, was it you who beat him?"
"Yes, I did it." Chen Zongheng blew out a smoke ring and admitted without hesitation.
"You are very calm." Mr. Dong stared at him deeply, a cold smile flashed at the corner of his mouth, and there was a faint smell of blood.
"You came to me just to ask about this?" Chen Zongheng curled his lips lightly, "Since you're here, why don't you treat me to dinner before you leave?"
"Interesting, interesting." A trace of blood flashed across Mr. Dong's smile, and he clapped his hands gently.
A young man in a black suit stepped forward and handed a sharp machete to Chen Zongheng.
The blade is extremely sharp, and the cold light flashes! There is a hint of blood in it!
"What does this mean?" Chen Zongheng asked calmly.
"Chen Zongheng, if you cut off your arms and legs today, I will spare your life." Mr. Dong said calmly, his voice calm and indifferent.
"Break off your arm?" The corner of Chen Zongheng's mouth curled up. No one in this world has ever dared to say such threatening words to him.