At the same time, just as Huang Zhengming, carrying a huge crowd of people, quickly evacuated Qiu's Building.
A member of the Huang family, covered in blood, ran out of the building in fear and trembling.
He was the leader who was sent to investigate the Qiu Mansion Research Institute with the blueprint in hand.
At this time, he was covered in blood and stumbled out of the building.
Behind him, all the members who had just followed were gone.
He glanced around with fearful eyes, then tremblingly dialed the owner's phone number.
…
On the streets of Shanghai, a stretched Lincoln sedan was speeding down the street.
Huang Zhengming looked solemn and ferocious, sitting in the car with his fists tightly clenched.
"Ding ding ding!" At the same time, the phone rang again!
Huang Zhengming's pupils froze and he suddenly picked up the phone.
"Master... the laboratory... the laboratory is a trap... it's full of poison gas, and the brothers sent in... are all dead..." The frightened and trembling voices of his subordinates came from the other end of the phone.
Huh~! After hearing this, Huang Zhengming, who was sitting in the car, looked even more ugly!
Not only was his son kidnapped, his life and death were at stake... Even the 'project' he cared about the most had problems!
The project was not obtained, Chen Zongheng was not killed... his son was even kidnapped!
This is, losing your wife and losing your troops!
"Crack!" Huang Zhengming suddenly crushed the iPhone in his hand to pieces!
"Chen Zongheng!"
Huang Zhengming really went on a rampage at this moment. He punched the Lincoln car window, and the entire window was shattered.
"Speed up! Get home quickly!" He shouted angrily at the driver with a ferocious and anxious look on his face!
The driver trembled in fear and stepped on the accelerator. The Lincoln car accelerated wildly again and sped away... towards the Huang family's ancient house!
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At this time, the Huang family's ancient house.
It was already bloody.
Deep in the backyard of the old house, on the second floor of the attic.
Chen Zongheng was dressed in a straight suit, and his white palms pinched the neck of the second young master Huang Honghui, as if... the God of Death was about to bring down the punishment.
Huang Honghui's whole body was lifted up in the air, and his legs struggled violently. His face turned purple, and his throat and trachea were almost severed.
"Uh... Chen Zongheng... If you dare to touch me... I, the Huang family, will definitely slaughter all of you..." Huang Honghui's eyes were blood red and ferocious. He was struggling violently. He... was still trying to threaten.
"Oh, really." Chen Zongheng pinched his neck with one hand, and held a cigarette in his mouth with the other hand, slowly puffing out smoke rings.
And behind him, under the attic.
It was already surrounded by a dark sea of people.
From the stairwell, it spreads to the outside of the courtyard...
As far as the eye can see, there is an endless sea of people.
"Chen Zongheng... let go of my second young master immediately. Otherwise, you will die without a trace!!"
There was a sea of people below, all shouting loudly.
The dark sea of people and the flash of swords looked like an endless sea of silver at a glance.
The murderous intention is fierce and the sword is cold.
But on the second floor of the attic, the figure in a straight suit remained calm, puffing out smoke rings.
He held Huang Honghui with one hand, his eyes calm and calm.
"I didn't have time to light incense at your eldest brother's funeral. This time, at your funeral, I will come and light incense for you." Chen Zongheng said slowly with a faint voice.
As soon as he said this, Huang Honghui's whole body shivered more violently, and his blood-red eyes were filled with fear.
"Chen Zongheng...I can guarantee that if you dare to kill me today...you will never walk out of the gate of my Huang family alive. Absolutely not!" Huang Honghui's voice was frightened and trembling, with the threat of the last struggle before death, he said ferociously.
!
This is the residence of the Huang family in Shanghai.
All around, there was a dense sea of Huang family members.
At this time, Chen Zongheng was surrounded by a sea of people.
Does he dare to attack Huang Honghui in an endless sea of people?
Does he dare?
"Oh, really." The corner of Chen Zongheng's mouth raised a slight arc, "I have long heard that it is easy to get in but difficult to get out of your Huang family's ancient house. I, Chen Zongheng... really want to give it a try."
His eyes were dim and a silver dagger appeared quietly in his right hand.
The Devil Cry Silver Blade exudes a murderous coldness in the air.
Huh~! When he saw this ferocious and strange weapon, Huang Honghui's pupils trembled violently and his body struggled violently.
"Chen Zongheng... If you dare to touch me... my father will never let you go..." Huang Honghui's voice... was stuck in his throat before he finished speaking.
Because he could no longer speak.
A shallow blood mark appeared on his neck and trachea.
The bloodstains are spreading and getting thicker.
Then, his head slowly slid down along the direction of the blood stains.
‘Boom.’ The sound of a head falling to the ground.
Huang Honghui's head just... fell to the ground without any warning.
His headless body fell to the ground immediately, leaving a neat cut on his neck.
Wow~!
The dark sea of people below trembled, and they all stepped back dozens of steps.
The sudden scene and shocking scene made them react completely.
Everyone was... completely shocked by this scene!
Young Master, the dignified second young master of the Huang family... just... died?
Everyone in the darkness stared at the attic with their eyes wide open in disbelief.
Everyone's brains are blank.
In the attic corridor, Chen Zongheng slowly took back the Devil May Cry dagger.
He looked darkly, took a deep breath of cigarette, then leaned over and picked up the bloody head on the ground.
Huang Honghui's head was still wide open, and his eyes were staring at Chen Zongheng with half-open eyes.
It was the last act of unwillingness, ferocity, and disbelief before death.
But there was no expression in his pupils.
The last heir to the next generation of the Huang family was beheaded and died.
However, he could not close his eyes until the last moment before his death.
He couldn't believe it. He couldn't believe it until the last second before his death... that he would die in the attic of his Huang family?
Surrounded by countless people, he was still...headed off.
During his lifetime, he went on a rampage and killed countless people.
But who would have known that such a young and handsome beast... would die at this time today. At the age of twenty-five.
Today's scene shocked all Huang family members and disciples, and their hearts were struck by lightning.
The dignified second son of the Huang family was actually... killed on the spot in the Huang family's residence?
This is not just a simple humiliation. It is a great shame and humiliation!
The one who was killed was the Huang family...the last remaining heir!
The hundred-year majesty of the Huang family collapsed and disintegrated in this moment.
All members of the Huang family stared blankly at the figure in a suit on the second floor of the attic...
Everyone's eyes were a little dizzy... That man seemed like a peerless demon.
The appearance of one person made hundreds of thousands of people frightened and inexplicable.
Chen Zongheng stood on the attic, holding Huang Honghui's head in his hand.
His eyes were dark and he slowly blew out a smoke ring.
"Don't worry, I will come in person at your funeral in three days to light three incense sticks for you."
Then, he placed Huang Honghui's head on the guardrail of the attic.
A line of ferocious tears of blood flowed from the eyes above Huang Honghui's head.
That was the last breath he felt before his death.
This line of blood and tears represents unwillingness, ferocity, and hatred.
Chen Zongheng put out his cigarette butt, dressed in a straight suit, and turned around to leave.
The black leather shoes under his feet stepped on the mahogany floor of the attic, leaving behind a neat series of bloody footprints.
That was Huang Honghui's blood.
He just walked down the stairs step by step.
At the top of the stairs, there was an endless crowd of people...all of them retreated in fear.
Everyone seemed to be avoiding the god of plague. At this moment, no one dared to step forward to stop him.
Even the second young master was killed.
This man is unscrupulous and has no scruples.
At this time, whoever stops him is seeking death.
Chen Zongheng walked down the stairs, his figure calm and calm, and walked towards the front.
In front of me, there is an endless sea of people in a dark mass.
They all fell back, terrified.
How could a sea of hundreds of people be so shocked by just him?
Finally, as he continued to move forward.
The dark sea of people finally couldn't bear it anymore, and a group of people panicked and made a way out of the way.
Everyone, in the endless sea of people, avoided a long road.
No one dares to stop it.
"Well, you are very self-aware." Chen Zongheng glanced at the sea of people with a faint look, and then walked away like this.
From the inner courtyard, all the way out of the gate of the Huang family residence is unobstructed.
The long white Aston Martin sports car was still parked quietly at the door.
Chen Zongheng walked out of the door leisurely and came to the white sports car.
He raised his wrist and glanced at the time.
Well, no more, no less, exactly twenty minutes.
Open the door and step into the sports car.
At this time, he regained his elegant and indifferent temperament.
"Boom." The Aston Martin sports car started up and roared away with a burst of violent engine roar...