After hearing Qiu Yiren's words, Chen Zongheng slowly lowered his raised leather shoes.
For him, killing is just a snap of his fingers.
To kill or not to kill depends entirely on your mood.
He put out the cigarette butt, took out a square towel, and slowly wiped his hands.
At this time, he regained his appearance as an elegant gentleman.
"Let's go." Qiu Yiren reminded softly with a complex voice.
Chen Zong turned around and followed Qiu Yiren into the Mercedes-Benz.
The Mercedes-Benz convoy slowly drove away...
Only the female secretary was left, lying on the spot in fear and trembling... Her body was still trembling...
…
On the streets at dusk, a fleet of Mercedes-Benz cars drove slowly.
Qiu Yiren sat in the car and then formally started to read the gold-trimmed letter in her hand.
With a trace of solemnity in her beautiful eyes, she slowly...opened the envelope.
Inside the thick envelope... there was only one sentence scrawled wildly: Tomorrow evening, there will be a private banquet at the Hilton Hotel in Shanghai. Come.
Such a domineering and arrogant tone.
Huang Honghui, the second son of the Huang family, held a private banquet for Qiu Yiren to attend!
Moreover, the tone cannot be rejected.
Come on...! These two words leave no room for rejection.
What will happen if you don't go?
No one in Shanghai dared to refuse the invitation from the second son of the Huang family.
"Huang Honghui, invite me to the private banquet tomorrow night." Qiu Yiren's beautiful eyes flashed with complexity, and she looked at Chen Zongheng beside her.
"Mr. Chen, do you think...should I attend?"
Nowadays, the relationship between the Qiu family and the Huang family is at war with each other. At this time, Qiu Yiren is really not sure. Should she go?
Because tomorrow will be a Hongmen Banquet.
Chen Zongheng looked indifferently and took a deep breath of his cigarette.
"Since he invites you, let's go."
This is Chen Zongheng's answer. It is very simple, very casual and very nonchalant.
It seemed that the second young master of the Huang family... was of no importance in his eyes.
In the name of the God of Death, it sweeps across the sea... In the blink of an eye, the giant clans are all overthrown, and the warlords are destroyed...
How could he care about a mere second son from a small clan?
"But..." Qiu Yiren's pretty face was solemn and complicated, but she hesitated to speak.
If he still goes to attend the Hongmen Banquet even though he knows it... wouldn't that mean he's hitting the muzzle of a gun?
"It's okay, don't worry." Chen Zongheng put out his cigarette butt, leaned on the seat, and took a rest.
He didn't say much because he was too lazy to explain.
Hearing this man's words, Qiu Yi's heart suddenly surged with complexity. A trace of determination flashed in her eyes, and she replied in a magnetic voice, "Okay."
It seemed that as long as this man was around...she would no longer be afraid of anything.
Because, she knows...this man is very powerful.
…
Late at night, Shanghai City, Huang family residence.
The second son of the Huang family, Huang Honghui, was leaning on the sofa with a marijuana cigar in his mouth.
He was quietly waiting for the news.
I've been sending my secretary out for several hours, and that letter... must have been delivered.
He was very curious to know what Qiu Yiren's expression would be like when she saw his invitation letter...
Shocked, frightened? Or panicked?
Thinking of this, the corners of Huang Honghui's mouth curved up.
The Qiu family...Qiu Yiren are just his playthings.
As long as he uses some means, Qiu Yiren... will be in his pocket.
"Brother, I, Huang Honghui, will complete your unfinished business for you." Huang Honghui's eyes were dark and his voice was deep.
Qiu Yiren, the most beautiful daughter in Shanghai?
Sooner or later, that woman will become his object. He will wantonly abuse her.
Thinking of this, Huang Honghui took a deep breath from the marijuana cigar. The bone-eroding sensation of marijuana spread throughout his body, causing him to close his eyes in enjoyment.
At this moment, there was a sudden and urgent knock on the door.
"Young Master... Young Master..." Immediately afterwards, there was a panicked female voice.
Huang Honghui's eyes slowly opened... This voice was very familiar, it was the voice of his personal secretary.
The secretary went out to deliver the letter and came back.
"Why are you so nervous? Come in." Huang Honghui slowly blew out a smoke ring and said calmly.
The door was pushed open, and the female secretary with a swollen pig-headed face stepped into the room tremblingly.
Huh~! Huang Honghui was completely shocked!
"Who are you?!" Huang Honghui didn't react for a moment! Who is this ugly pig-headed woman?
"Young master...it's...it's me...Lan'er." The female secretary's pig-headed lips trembled and she said miserably.
"Lan...Lan'er??" Huang Honghui looked shocked, staring at this miserable pig-headed woman.
The female secretary trembled slightly, stepped forward... and suddenly knelt down in front of Huang Honghui, her face extremely sad and crying.
"Sir...please make the decision for Lan'er!"
"Beside Qiu Yiren, that pretty boy...he...he not only beat me...he also wanted to kill me...please, sir, you must make the decision for me..."
The female secretary Lan'er fell to her knees on the ground, with snot and tears pouring out of her nose, looking extremely miserable.
Huang Honghui stood up suddenly, his face changing, uncertain.
His fists were already clenched tightly.
The female secretary Lan'er is his mistress. Who in the entire Shanghai City dares not to give him face?
But today, his mistress secretary was actually...beaten like this??!
This is simply an unprecedented shame and humiliation!
"Who is that person?!" Huang Honghui's face was extremely cold, with a hint of murderous intent.
"He...his surname is Chen..." the female secretary said with a trembling voice, ferociously.
Huang Honghui clenched his fists tightly, filled with overwhelming anger!
The revenge for killing his brother has not been avenged, but now...he still dares to beat his personal secretary into this state in public?!
This is tantamount to slapping Huang Honghui in the face!
"Sir... you must make the decision for me..." The female secretary knelt in front of Huang Honghui, hugging his legs and begging.
Huang Honghui's face flashed with gloom and anger.
He kicked hard... and kicked the pig-faced female secretary away.
"Useless trash!"
The female secretary was kicked to the ground, her face was trembling with fear.
Huang Honghui clenched his fists. At this moment, he was full of murderous ferocity!
"Chen... Zongheng. You... just wait for me!" His eyes were filled with rage and madness!
He will repay all old and new grudges...at once!
The anger of the second young master of the Huang family will fill the city with blood!
…
The next day, early morning.
A bright ray of sunshine slowly rises from the eastern sky.
Chen Zongheng had already finished his morning exercise, put on a neat and neat suit, and came to the Qiu Family Manor opposite.
In the hall, a sumptuous breakfast has been prepared.
When she saw Chen Zongheng come in, my sister's pretty face suddenly turned cold. She was so angry that she couldn't eat.
"I'm full. Goodbye." She said angrily, then walked out of the villa with her schoolbag in hand.
Obviously, she was still worried about the fact that Chen Zongheng ate her precious poisonous spider the day before yesterday. Her hatred for Chen Zongheng also deepened.
A few minutes later, there was an engine roar outside the villa. A Lamborghini sports car roared away.
Qiu Yiren sat at the dining table and shook her head helplessly.
"Mr. Chen, don't mind, the little girl is ignorant." Qiu Yiren said apologetically.
"No problem." Chen Zongheng slowly sat down at the dining table.
He had no intention of paying any attention to that yellow-haired girl. How could the majestic God of Death be as knowledgeable as a small-haired girl?
Sitting in Qiu's villa, enjoying breakfast quietly.
At this time, Chen Zongheng was as calm as a scholar.
No violence, no killing.
But outside the villa, the seemingly peaceful Shanghai City was experiencing a whirlpool-like turmoil because of him...
…
Shanghai, Minhang District. A long underground street.
The early morning sun has just penetrated the foggy gray.
Deep in the long street, a figure covered in blood slowly walked out of the darkness step by step.
Dong Biao was holding a long knife, his eyes were as calm as cold, and blood was still dripping on the blade of the long knife.
Behind him...you could vaguely see...the long street with corpses strewn all over the ground.
Outside the long street, a group of members in black suits were waiting respectfully and solemnly.
The moment Dong Biao walked out, all Dong Clan members bowed respectfully!
Ever since his father was killed and he inherited the position of head of the Dong clan, this young upstart has been engaged in various disputes and turf wars.
From the East District, sweep all the way to the North District.
Dongmen's power continues to expand.
The blood is dyed red, and the killing is strong.
Dong Biao's growth rate is too fast. He is a beast that is gradually awakening. His animal nature has awakened, and no one can stop him.
Dongmen, from a small Jianghu force that dominated one side... is now rising and becoming an emerging king's gate!
A mere block in Changning is just... a small step forward for him.
Dong Biao raised his head and stared at the sky above his head.
"Chen... vertically... horizontally, when I sweep across the Bund and unify the south of the Yangtze River, it will also be the day when you... your head is in a different place, and you die of death."