Qiu Yiren's beautiful eyes were dull and shocked, and she looked at Chen Zongheng in disbelief...

At this moment, in her mind, she vaguely recalled the letter from Mr. Chen three days ago...

She remembered that the content of the letter was: three days later, the head of Huang Honghui, the second son of the Huang family, would be taken.

But three days ago, she thought...that was just a threat from Mr. Chen.

She did not take this statement seriously.

But, at this moment...when she heard Chen Zongheng say this again from his own mouth, she was...completely shocked.

So, isn't that a joke?

‘Ding ding ding.’ At the same time, Qiu Huaihai’s mobile phone placed on the coffee table finally rang rapidly.

That was a call from the Qiu family's informant.

Big changes occurred outside, and the Qiu family's informant finally called... to report the news.

Qiu Huaihai, with a complex expression on his face, answered the phone immediately and activated the hands-free button.

"Chairman... The Huang family, something happened to the Huang family!" On the phone, the informant's voice was solemn and anxious as he reported.

"What's the matter? Tell me!" Qiu Huaihai asked solemnly.

"The second son of the Huang family... Huang Honghui's head... was chopped off."

Boom~!

Huge earthquake, dead silence.

In the entire villa, the four members of the Qiu family were completely silent.

If Qiu Huaihai was doubtful about what Chen Zongheng said a second ago...

But at this moment, the personal report of the informant... has completely confirmed this shocking fact!

On the massage chair in the corner, the little witch Qiu Shuangxia finally put down her cell phone in shock.

She rushed forward in disbelief and stared at Chen Zongheng with her beautiful eyes.

"You...you killed Huang Honghui??"

She couldn't believe it, how could this elegant pretty boy in front of her have the ability... to kill the second son of the Huang family?!

"Is it weird? I also killed his eldest brother." Chen Zongheng slowly blew out a smoke ring, his voice calm and indifferent.

Huh~!

At this moment, the little witch was completely sluggish and petrified under the autumn frost.

The eldest son of the Huang family... was actually killed by the man in front of him??

These days, the rival and mysterious killer hero she has been thinking about...the hero who dares to kill Huang's son...is actually standing right in front of her?

How is this possible with this fair and elegant little face in front of me?

Under the autumn frost, this girl was completely shocked.

In the entire villa hall, the air was silent and solemn.

The head of the family, Qiu Huaihai, looked solemn and felt unprecedented chaos.

The trouble in Jiangnan has been completely stirred up.

Originally, killing the Huang family's son would have caused great trouble. But now, even the second son of the Huang family has been killed.

Continuously, kill the two young masters of the Huang family.

This is a disaster that will never be undone.

The Huang family will never stop fighting.

Qiu Huaihai's hands were trembling. He tried his best to support himself and make himself sit down.

Now the situation is very stormy.

If the Qiu family is unable to resist, I'm afraid...the Qiu family will be finished.

Qiu Yiren's pretty face was equally solemn and complicated. She made an emergency call to the company's security department to inquire about the company's situation.

When she learned on the phone that the company was safe and sound, her heart... felt a little calmer.

In today's game, the storm suddenly rose.

Both Qiu Yiren and her father Qiu Huaihai... all knew in their hearts that the road ahead for the Qiu family would become increasingly thorny in the coming days.

The Huang family will fight until death.

Either the Huang family will perish, or... the Qiu family will perish.

…

The sun is setting, and the night is endless.

Changning District, Shanghai, North Town Changjie.

A figure holding a long knife, single-handedly, slowly stepped out from the corpses everywhere.

His whole body was stained with blood, and his face and mouth...the blood stains on his face made him look like he was killing a demon.

The long knife in Dong Biao's hand was still bleeding.

This is the seventeenth street he captured with massacre.

Dong Clan's power is still...continuously expanding.

Step by step, he slowly walked out of the long street.

Outside the dark street at dusk, the members bowed respectfully and saluted.

At this moment, one of his men stepped forward quickly with a solemn expression.

"Report to the head, the Huang family... the second son of the Huang family, Huang Honghui... was beheaded by Chen Zongheng." The subordinate's voice was urgent and dignified, reporting!

Huh! Hearing this, Dong Biao's face suddenly condensed. He was shocked!

The long knife in his hand was clenched tighter.

Dong Biao slowly raised his head, his eyes were deep... staring at the dusk night sky.

"Chen... Zong... Heng." His eyes were sharp, and he seemed to have endless killing intent.

Unexpectedly...even the Huang family...can't deal with him?

The revenge for killing his father, the blood debt of the Dong clan.

Dong Biao will definitely repay it in this life.

"In this life...I, Dong Biao, will personally...behead you." Dong Biao's voice was calm and cold, with endless terrifying murderous intent.

He has regarded Chen Zongheng as... his lifelong enemy.

…

In the dark night, among the endless stars.

On the street in the center of Shanghai, a small Western-style retro villa is located here.

In front of the villa, there is a plaque with mottled history hanging on it, with three characters engraved on it: Zhang Gongguan.

Although, the plaque is very ordinary and seems a bit inconspicuous.

However, around the entire small western-style building, no one within a hundred meters radius dared to approach.

All because the owner of this villa is named Zhang.

One of the four major families in Shanghai City, the Zhang family.

The Zhang Mansion located at No. 1 Gaolan Road was once one of the most powerful buildings of its time.

Once upon a time, Zhang Gongguan...Zhang Xiaolin rivaled Jiangnan.

The power of the Qinggang shook the north and the south.

Now, although a hundred years have passed, the Zhang family and Zhang Mansion... still stand on the street, still supporting a quarter of the sky in Jiangnan.

In Zhang's mansion, there is a study room.

A delicate and beautiful woman was wearing a cheongsam. She was leaning in front of the desk, holding a brush in her hand and writing dragons and phoenixes on the rice paper.

Six years ago, a report was published in the Shanghai Times Magazine. The report pointed out that a beautiful girl of heaven appeared in Jiangnan City. She was young and pointed in Jiangnan and established a new and glorious future in Jiangnan and Shanghai.

Shopping mall performance.

That year, she was only eighteen years old.

Now, she is twenty-four years old.

Wearing a cheongsam, her long hair is gently pulled back.

She is Zhang Ruochu, the youngest second lady of the Zhang family.

The blood of the heroic Zhang Xiaolin flows through his body.

Zhang Ruochu's hand moved lightly, and after a few seconds, he finally put down the pen and took it back.

On the rice paper, two domineering and wildly dancing characters appeared: wind and cloud.

"Miss, why did you...write these two words?" The maid on the side looked at the rice paper in confusion and asked.

In the past, when the young lady practiced calligraphy, she could only write some "cross talk characters", but today, the young lady suddenly wrote these two characters, which... is puzzling.

"Isn't Jinlin just a thing in the pond? When it encounters a storm... it turns into a dragon." Zhang Ruochu opened her beautiful eyes lightly, glanced at the writing on the rice paper, and said slowly.

"Tonight, the Huang family... I'm afraid they won't be able to sleep."

The maid stood aside, seeming to understand. After thinking for a long time, she asked curiously, "Miss, the sentence you wrote about "Feng Yun"... refers to... Chen Zongheng, who killed the two young masters of the Huang family?"

Zhang Ruochu's red lips slowly raised in a curve, showing her a captivating look.

"Chen Zongheng is an anomaly. His appearance makes this world more interesting."

…

At the same time, late at night, the Huang family's ancient house.

The entire Huang family's residence was littered with corpses.

Corpses were piled on top of each other, and blood stained the entire ground and walls.

The long sword Sun and Moon owned by the owner of the family, Huang Zhengming, was lying on the ground, and the edge of the sword was stained dark red with blood.

The corpses all over the place were all slaughtered by the head of the family, Huang Zhengming, with his own hands.

Tonight, the second son was beheaded.

In a rage, Huang Zhengming killed countless of his men and let them be buried with his son.

Since you are not well protected, then... go to hell.

Anyway, his Huang family is full of people.

Killing hundreds of them is just killing chickens to scare monkeys.

The Huang family was in turmoil and the clan was shaken.

At this moment, Huang Zhengming's endless murderous intent was fully revealed.

After all, he is a tycoon.

His cruelty is unparalleled.

Although his second son was beheaded, Huang Zhengming... killed hundreds of clan members to consolidate his status in the world.

Kill a hundred people, offer sacrifices to heaven, and bury him with his two sons.

The corpses in the Huang family compound were transported to the crematorium in piles on large trucks.

There are too many corpses.

Chen Zongheng killed only a few during the day.

And many more people were slaughtered by the family leader Huang Zhengming himself.

This massacre was horrific.

Huang Zhengming stood in the courtyard, his face as cold and ferocious as his face, and his whole body was stained with sticky red blood.

He slowly came to the body of his second son Huang Honghui, carefully lifted his son's body and placed it on the dining table in the hall.

Then, he picked up his son's bloody head and pieced the head together on the corpse.

Huang Zhengming, who was born to be a hero and had fought against each other all his life, had to face the sad news of losing his son in old age and the Huang family's incense was cut off.

How could he bear this?

"Have you found the female companion I wanted?" After Huang Zhengming pieced together his son's body, he stood up slowly and said with a cold gaze.

"Master, the female companion has been found. As per your instructions... she is eighteen years old, a female high school student, with a beautiful face." One of his subordinates bowed respectfully and solemnly.

"Bring it up." Huang Zhengming's voice was calm and cold.

Soon, a poor eighteen-year-old girl named Chu Chu was pressed up.

The girl was still struggling, but her whole body was tied tightly and she couldn't move at all.

Her pretty face was full of fear and tears.

Huang Zhengming glanced at the girl with deep eyes, and then he nodded with satisfaction.

He stepped forward, picked up the girl and walked directly towards his bedroom.

How could he, Huang Zhengming, the heroic man, allow his Huang family to be cut off?

Tonight, he wants to sow seeds and renew the incense.

The door is closed...

In the room, the girl's heart-rending begging for mercy and miserable howling could be heard...
Chapter completed!