Huang's house, the inner courtyard of the house gate.
Chen Zongheng's eyes were leisurely and his suit was straight.
Wherever the leather shoes stepped on, human figures flew across like a mountain torrent.
Strings of blood intertwined in mid-air, forming an extremely strange and gorgeous movement.
Chen Zongheng's figure shuttled through the dark sea of people, and the figure of one person swept across the entire sea of people like a devastation.
Behind him, wherever he passed...there were only miserable howls and bloody corpses everywhere.
Such momentum is too majestic.
Too shocking.
He is like a dancer.
With a raised hand, he killed someone and blood flew everywhere.
However, there were no blood stains left around his body. The suit was still neat and clean, and the leather shoes under his feet were still as shiny as ever.
Only the soles of the shoes were stained with many blood stains.
He is an artist.
An artist obsessed with the art of killing.
Every movement is like art, gentlemanly and elegant.
He raised his hand and flicked his fingers, and figures flew everywhere, blood running through him.
Step by step, it's like entering a deserted place.
Finally, his leather shoes slowly entered the steps of the Huang family's back house.
In front of them, the endless sea of people had collapsed in fear.
Although there was still a large crowd of people blocking the way, everyone was... trembling with fear.
Many people even stood there bravely because of... fear.
Some people even had a nervous breakdown, their bodies trembling and falling back.
This man is really terrible.
The appearance of one person sweeps across a sea of hundreds and thousands of people.
This is not human at all.
Simply a devil.
Standing in front of the steps of the deep house, Chen Zongheng looked elegantly, took out a cigarette from his pocket, and slowly lit it.
This is the lowest level of the Huang family's residence.
It is also the last place of the Huang family's defense line.
One more step, and the entire Huang family's coastal defense line collapsed.
He glanced around leisurely, and he seemed to... have a hint of appreciation for the luxurious decoration of the Huang family's inner courtyard.
Pavilions, pavilions, carved dragons and wind.
The entire residence is like a harem in the Forbidden City of the Qing Dynasty.
Indeed, it is a good place.
It is indeed a century-old giant clan.
Chen Zongheng took a deep drag on his cigarette, raised his head, and continued walking.
Ahead, that sea of people... almost collapsed.
Everyone's scalp was numb, and they felt like their courage had been drained.
The person in front of me actually wants to step forward?
They can't stop it at all.
The ground was already covered with bodies, stacked one on top of another, screaming in agony, and it was difficult to tell whether they were dead or injured.
Ahead, there was a large sea of people. Their legs felt weak, and they started to retreat.
How to stop this?
Basically, it's just a mantis trying to block the car.
Chen Zongheng held a cigarette in his mouth and stepped forward step by step.
"Chen Zongheng...!!" At this moment, a furious and ferocious roar suddenly came from the attic in front!
A black submachine gun was suddenly placed on the attic guardrail.
Huang Honghui's face was ferocious. He was holding a submachine gun in both hands and staring at the figure in a suit below with blood-red eyes.
"Oh? You finally showed up."
Chen Zongheng, who was below, slowly raised his head.
"However, I was the one who found you. You didn't show up on your own initiative, so I'm sorry. I can't keep your whole body." His voice was calm, his eyes were calm, and there was no emotion in his eyes.
At this time, above the attic, the barrel of Huang Honghui's ferocious submachine gun was already locked and aimed at Chen Zongheng.
"Uh...you still want to kill me? Today, I'll show you who killed whom?!" Huang Honghui's face was ferocious, and he looked like a crazy beast. He suddenly pressed the trigger of his submachine gun!
"Da da da da...!!!" Countless bullets burst out from the dark barrel of the gun in an instant, piercing the air... and fired wildly at Chen Zongheng below!
Huang Honghui was ferocious and crazy, with a terrifying grin on his face! At this time, he was completely in a state of madness! He even, regardless of the lives of countless Huang family members below, opened fire like crazy... indiscriminately below.
Below, Chen Zongheng's eyes were dark, and a ferocious silver dagger appeared in his right hand.
Weapon, Devil May Cry, now.
In the blink of an eye, bullets from submachine guns swept through him like a heavy rain.
Indiscriminate attack.
"Puff puff...!!" The bullets were like meteors and fire, instantly piercing through the bodies of the surrounding crowd.
Blood splattered and screams were heard.
Indiscriminate attack, wherever the bullet passes, there will be a massacre of blood!
A submachine gun, a large-scale terrorist weapon, does not have any aiming point at all. Its purpose is to aim at a target area and shoot wildly.
This is a large-scale mass killing weapon.
At this moment, Huang Honghui was completely blinded. In order to kill Chen Zongheng, he did not hesitate to...slaughter the members of the Huang family below who were protecting him.
As long as Chen Zongheng can die, what if he kills some members of the Huang family?
Those members of the Huang family who died should be regarded as contributing to the family.
After the endless rain of bullets and fire swept across, a cloud of smoke and dust filled the air below.
There was blood, screams, and bones everywhere.
But, when the dust disperses.
Among the corpses on the ground, a figure was standing there calmly.
He stands tall and tall.
His posture is vertical and horizontal.
Standing alone, holding a ghost and crying.
Behind his figure, there seemed to be endless evil spirits surging, about to come out of their cage.
Chen Zongheng slowly reached out and brushed off the dust on his black suit.
Then, he slowly raised his head and looked through the endless dust and smoke at Huang Honghui on the second floor of the attic.
"It's a pity that your gun can't hurt me." His voice was faint and his eyes were calm and calm.
Boom~! Above the attic, Huang Honghui's body trembled suddenly, his pupils widened, and he stared at the figure below!
How can this be?
How could a person remain intact despite being shot by a terrifying heavy submachine gun?
Not to mention dead or injured, even his suit and clothes showed no bullet marks or scratches.
Is he a devil?
"You...who are you?! Where did you come from?!" Huang Honghui was completely shocked at this time. His pupils were wide open and he glared at the voice in the black suit below and roared.
"Me? My surname is Chen and my first name is Zongheng."
Chen Zongheng's eyes were dark, he lifted up his leather shoes, and stepped forward slowly step by step, "I came from hell."
Boom~! As soon as these words came out, Huang Honghui's heart trembled violently again!
His pupils were shocked and trembling, it seemed like a depression and fear coming from the depths of his soul.
"Pretending to be a ghost! Ugh...go to hell!!" Huang Honghui looked completely ferocious and furious. He shouldered the submachine gun, and aimed the hot and smoking gun barrel at Chen Zongheng, and fired fiercely at Chen Zongheng again!
"Da da da da da...!!" The violent sound of bullets penetrating the barrel of the gun exploded and trembled in the air!
The sky was full of bullets and fire, intertwining into an endless murderous intent, heading towards Chen Zong in an overwhelming and killing manner!
Below, Chen Zongheng's figure still stood calmly, the corners of his mouth... raised a slight arc.
‘Zheng.’ In his right hand, the silver dagger whirled lightly in an instant.
Ghosts cry, come out.
Devil May Cry passed by quickly and turned into a silver afterimage. It was so fast that the air was torn apart as it passed by!
In front of him, the trajectories of countless flaming bullets seemed to have been caught by him in advance. "Clang, clang, clang!" Devil May Cry waved rapidly, like a lonely killer dancer.
Countless bullets in front of him were all chopped to the ground.
In the smoke-filled dust, his figure stood majestic.
Like a statue, the murderous messenger from hell.
He lifted up his leather shoes and stepped lightly.
Whoosh! Chen Zongheng's figure soared into the sky like lightning, passing a faint shadow in mid-air.
The next moment, he appeared in front of Huang Honghui.