At this time, Chen Zongheng looked calm and had already stepped out of the villa gate.
With a cigarette in his mouth, he slowly came to the garage nearby.
The garage of the Qiu Manor is very large.
Dozens of expensive luxury cars are parked in the huge garage.
He glanced leisurely across the garage.
Then, his eyes stopped on a slender white sports car.
Aston Martin, model: dbs.
Supercar.
A trace of satisfaction flashed in Chen Zongheng's eyes. With a cigarette in his mouth, he walked straight to the white Aston Martin sports car.
Then he opened the door directly and got into the sports car.
"Boom." With a furious engine start sound, the British supercar slowly drove out of the garage.
"Hey! Stop the car, this is my car!" An angry figure rushed out of the villa.
The little witch Qiu Shuangxia rushed over with a very angry face.
This is the car she just bought.
With a landing price of 4 million, I’m not even willing to open it yet!
Chen Zongheng was too lazy to pay attention to her, sitting in the cab with a calm and indifferent expression.
His father, Qiu Huaihai, shouted sharply and glared back at Qiu Shuangxia.
He slowly stepped forward, with deep and solemn eyes, and asked, "Xiao Chen, what are your... plans?"
"No plans." Chen Zongheng replied slowly with an indifferent look.
This is also true. Dealing with ants is just a snap, so why do you need a plan?
"I'll go with you." Qiu Yiren stepped forward on high heels with a serious face.
Today's situation is difficult to control. No matter what, as the president, she must appear in person.
"No, you...stay at home with your father." Chen Zongheng refused her, "It's enough for me to go alone."
"But, the group... needs my help..." Qiu Yiren said in a solemn voice.
"I don't want to go to the Qiu Group." Chen Zongheng slowly blew out a puff of smoke, his eyes indifferent.
"Then, where are you going?" Qiu Yiren looked at him with some confusion.
Qiu Huaihai was also confused and stared at Xiao Chen closely.
Chen Zong was sitting in the car and fastened his seat belt.
Then he turned his head and raised the corners of his mouth, "Huang...home."
…
Nine o'clock in the morning, Qiu's Building.
During the morning rush hour at work, colleagues are arriving one after another to report.
At the entrance of the building, security guards were on duty, and the atmosphere was quiet.
At this moment, suddenly... there was a dark sound of wheels rolling in the distance.
Then, at the end of the line of sight... one big truck after another slowly came from the end.
The convoy was like a dragon, the roar of trucks was so loud that the ground was shaking.
Every big truck is filled with people.
Dozens of trucks came like a long queue.
Wherever it passed, all animals and animals were forced to retreat.
At the door of Qiu's Building, colleagues looked shocked and horrified, looking at this scene in disbelief!
The dozens of security guards at the door...were so frightened that they were trembling and their faces were pale.
At this moment, only the little security guard Xie Ming... could barely hold on. He clenched his fists and stared in shock at the motorcade that was sweeping in like a long dragon.
Dozens of rows of large trucks surrounded and suppressed the entire Qiu's Building!
"Seal." The conductor shouted sharply.
Wow!
On dozens of trucks, crowds of people rushed out of the cars in an instant!
The sea of people was like a tide, and the murderous intent was overwhelming.
The scene in front of me simply cannot be described as shocking.
Looking around, one can see a dense mass of human walls and mountains.
Countless crowds of people slowly formed a huge blockade.
The entire Qiu's Building was...completely surrounded by a sea of people.
blockade!
Besieged on all sides.
The entire building, including all the employees and colleagues in the building... were all sealed inside, and the murderous intent was overwhelming.
A stretched Lincoln sedan with Shanghai A66666 on it drove slowly from behind.
The car stopped and his men opened the car door respectfully.
Huang Zhengming, holding a long knife, slowly got out of the car.
In the hand, the long sword Sun and Moon exudes a ferocious cold light under the early morning sunlight.
The sun and moon are the names, and killing is the surname.
This sword killed countless heroes in the south of the Yangtze River, drank all their blood, and was extremely sharp.
Huang Zhengming held a long knife and walked towards Qiu's Building step by step.
The sea of people in front of me all gave way.
Zheng. The blade of the Sun-Moon Knife in his hand gently dragged on the ground, and the sharp tip rubbed a deep groove on the ground.
The sound of metal scraping against the ground seemed to shake the hearts and souls of everyone present.
Step by step, he slowly walked to the Qiu Mansion.
Dang. The long knife was stuck on the ground.
The ground beneath my feet cracked instantly.
Killing intent permeates the air.
Huang Zhengming's eyes were calm, and there was still no change at all.
He slowly glanced at Qiu's Building, and then said calmly, "Let Chen Zongheng come out."
The entire scene was quiet.
The colleagues of the Qiu Group were trembling... everyone felt unprecedented panic.
coming.
The Huang family is here.
Three-day appointment, the head of the Huang family will come in person!
"Let Chen Zongheng come out." Huang Zhengming looked calmly and spoke again.
The scene was completely silent, and no one dared to step forward to answer.
Everyone was trembling and their hearts were shaking.
Huang Zhengming's face showed no emotion, anger, sorrow or joy. He had his hands behind his back and his eyes were calm.
He spoke for the third time, "Let Chen Zongheng come out."
The air on site cools down instantly.
Around Huang Zhengming's body, there seemed to be an invisible dragon of murderous intent, circling around.
The murderous intent spreads and the air becomes cold.
At the door of the building, the colleagues were trembling and their bodies were frightened.
Several female colleagues could not even bear such horrific murderous intent. They were so frightened that they could no longer stand on their legs and their bodies collapsed on the ground.
Today, it is simply... a catastrophe for the Qiu Group.
A dark sea of people formed a blockade and surrounded Qiu's Building in the center, like a trapped dragon formation.
At this moment, security guard Xie Ming clenched his fists, suppressing the panic in his heart... and stepped forward.
"Mr. Chen, he... did not come to the company today. If you have any questions, you can leave a message and I will convey it to you." Xie Ming's voice was solemn and respectful, showing respect for the head of the Huang family.
However, Huang Zhengming's eyes narrowed slightly.
When will a mere ant security guard be qualified to talk to him?
He suddenly raised his leg and kicked it.
"Poof!" Xie Ming was kicked out as if he was struck by lightning!
He spit out a mouthful of bloody blood in mid-air and was directly blasted dozens of meters away.
Huang Zhengming still stood there calmly, his eyes could not see his emotions and anger clearly, and he was as calm as water.
He slowly raised his hand.
Suddenly, a group of people came forward respectfully.
Huang Zhengming flipped it over with one hand, and a structural drawing of Qiu's Building appeared in his hand.
"Go, find the research room, and get what I want." Huang Zhengming said slowly with a faint look in his eyes.
The leader of the pair nodded respectfully, and then carefully took over the building drawings.
"Let's go!" the leader shouted, clutching the building drawings, and walked straight into the building.
Behind him, dozens of knife-wielding members followed closely with solemn expressions.
At the door of the building, all the colleagues present were frightened and gave way...no one dared to stop him.
Huang Zhengming stood in front of the building with his hands behind his back and a faint look.
He just waited quietly for the news.
Behind him, a dark sea of people surrounded him like a tide.
Today, the Qiu Group must perish.
…
At the same time, it was dozens of kilometers away.
The Huang Family Ancient House.
A violent engine roar came from the distance.
A slender white sports car was speeding towards me like a tram.
"Creak." The sports car drifted rapidly and stopped gorgeously in front of the Huang family's house.
The door of the Aston Martin sports car opened, and a shiny black leather shoe slowly stepped out.
Chen Zongheng, wearing a straight suit, just stepped out of the car.
His eyes were calm and indifferent, he took out a cigarette and lit it.
He raised his head and glanced at the Huang family's ancient house in front of him.
There was a trace of arc in his eyes.
He just smoked a cigarette and walked slowly towards the door of the Huang family's house on his shiny leather shoes.
