Speaking of the Black Tiger Gang in Ninghai thirty years ago, the elderly locals probably still have fresh memories. It was a powerful gang that could compete with the Ax Gang.

The leader of the Black Tiger Gang is named Kuang Minghu, who is Kuang Kaiyi's father. Kuang Minghu and his deputy gang leader Li Zimo come from the same village. They grew up playing together. When they came to Ninghai to work, they were bullied in every possible way and were eventually killed.

In desperation, he recruited a group of brothers who worked as coolies and founded the Black Tiger Gang to unite and not let anyone bully him.

The two were brothers and sisters, and even married the two sisters and became brothers-in-law. They worked together to promote the Black Tiger Gang. However, just when the Black Tiger Gang was prosperous, they were wiped out on a dark and windy night.

, the Black Tiger Gang also disappeared, and it became a thing of the past!

Kuang Kaiyi and his cousin Li Qingren (also known as Sanchongfeng), the two brothers had liked to dance with guns and sticks since they were young. They happened to go out to learn martial arts together at that time, so they luckily escaped death.

When the two brothers came back after completing their studies three years later, they found out that both families had been wiped out. After several years of covert and covert investigations, they found out that Wang Qianye was responsible for all this.

If they hadn't been unable to defeat Mo Xie, and Mo Xie was always protecting Wang Qianye like a shadow, they wouldn't have worked hard for so many years and served as worshippers in the Ax Gang.

Now Wang Qianye is about to die at the hands of his own son, but this kind of revenge is not enough. They have to watch the Ax Gang be destroyed with their own eyes in order to relieve their hatred.

"It's not enough, it's not enough. I want to make that old thief Wang Qianye extinct his descendants, and Mo Xie is also an accomplice. If he hadn't been determined to protect Wang Qianye, Wang Qianye would have been killed by us long ago, so he must die

."

Kuang Kaiyi's face was ferocious, his eyes were malicious and he gritted his teeth and said.

"But... that Mo Xie is a master at the master level. Together we can't beat him!"

Li Qingren felt that his cousin had lived in hatred for so many years, which had distorted his temperament. Mo Xie followed Wang Qianye to repay his kindness, and did not participate in the massacre that year. Killing him too seemed to be beyond the scope of revenge.

What's more, they are no match for Mo Xie.

"Qingren, just leave it alone, I have a way to kill Mo Xie!"

Kuang Kaiyi knew that Li Qingren was different from him and had always advocated killing only the culprits and had a compassionate heart, but he was unwilling to give in. He not only wanted revenge, but also wanted to destroy the Ax Gang and rebuild the Black Tiger Gang.

"With my strength lying there, what can I do?"

Li Qingren frowned and asked worriedly.

"We can't kill him, but someone can. Just listen to my arrangements. We will rebuild the Black Tiger Gang, dominate the underground world, and live a life of luxury from now on."

Kuang Kaiyi's eyes flashed with enthusiasm, and he spoke confidently.

Li Qingren's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly felt that his cousin, whom he had been dependent on for decades, looked so strange at this moment.

They had agreed at the beginning that after taking revenge, they would find a place deep in the mountains and old forests to concentrate on martial arts and never care about worldly affairs. But now, his cousin's ambition was gradually exposed, making him feel at a loss.

Perhaps it was the fact that he was stuck at the peak of Hua Jin'er for so many years and could not break through that caused his mood to change and he lost his heart for martial arts, Li Qingren sighed softly, thinking this.

"Gang Leader, Deputy Gang Leader Hong wants to see you!"

In front of the villa, the four King Kongs stood at the door like door gods, stopping Hong Junyang and his bodyguards who had a calm face. The three King Kongs entered the villa and reported to Wang Qianye!

Wang Qianye, who was lying on the sofa, had a sallow complexion and was no longer as majestic as before. After hearing the report, he stood up feebly and coughed twice: "Jun Yang is here just in time. I just have something to tell him. Let me tell you something."

Come and see me in the study!"

"Yes, Gang Leader!"

Three King Kongs responded respectfully and went to the door to invite Hong Junyang to the study!

Hong Junyang made a subtle gesture to the four bodyguards and whispered: "You guys wait for me here, I'll go see the old man!"

"yes!"

After the four bodyguards waited for Hong Junyang to enter, they took out cigarettes to the four King Kongs with flattering faces, and also took out lighters to light them: "Brother, smoke!"

The Four King Kongs were loyal to Wang Qianye. Although they were superior in martial arts, their brains were not very good. Seeing that they were all brothers, they did not take any precautions. They took the cigarette and lit it with a lighter, chatting about nothing.

After a while, the Four King Kongs felt dizzy, their whole bodies felt weak, and they suddenly felt a pain in their chests. Only then did they realize to their shock that the four bodyguards who had been flattering just now had ferocious expressions on their faces, and pierced their hearts with daggers.

"You... gang leaders, be careful... ugh!"

Donkey Kong's vitality seemed to be a bit more tenacious. Seeing the three brothers dying with eyes open, he still had the energy to shout in grief, wanting to remind Wang Qianye to be careful of Hong Junyang, but before he could finish shouting, the bodyguard who assassinated him covered his mouth.

He pulled out the dagger and stabbed him several times in succession. His vision went dark and he completely lost consciousness.

"Huh, grandma, that scares me to death. Guild Leader Hong has a way. If he hadn't figured out how to drug these guys, it would be really hard to kill them."

The bodyguard who stabbed Donkey Kong to death took out a cigarette from the cigarette case and put it in his mouth. However, he lit it for a long time without lighting it. The accomplice next to him lit a cigarette and put it in his mouth: "Okay, hurry up and get to work.

Well, I don’t know if this guy’s voice will alert the surrounding bodyguards. If something goes wrong, we will all be doomed.”

Hong Junyang knew Wang Qianye very well and knew that he was suspicious by nature and guarded against being assassinated every day, so even his brothers, no one could approach him without his permission.

This resulted in the villa having only four bodyguards, the Four King Kongs, responsible for his safety. Therefore, as long as he successfully killed the Four King Kongs, Taki could do whatever he wanted in this villa.

"Did you hear it? It sounded like Dahu's voice just now?"

Wang Qianye was sitting at his desk, looking at Hong Junyang who was reporting on his recent results with a submissive look on his face. He vaguely seemed to hear the voice of King Kong shouting, and couldn't help but frown slightly and asked strangely.

"No, I didn't hear anything?"

Hong Junyang looked confused, but his heart was beating like thunder, and he cursed in his mind that these guys failed to succeed and failed, because they drugged the four unsuspecting King Kongs, and they were still able to make sounds.

"Yeah?"

Wang Qianye's turbid old eyes narrowed, and an invisible majesty filled the air. He stared at Hong Junyang with cold and ruthless eyes.

Although Hong Junyang felt that Wang Qianye would not be alive for a few days, and he would have no room to resist if he took action, the majesty that Wang Qianye had established over the years had already formed a shadow in his heart.

Wang Qianye's just question made him tremble with fear, his face became extremely unnatural, his eyes avoided looking at him, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

"Why!"

Wang Qianye was an old man, and combined with Dahu's halting voice and Hong Junyang's guilty expression, he didn't know that he was about to take action, which made him feel both relieved and sad.

The hero of this life is finally coming to an end. He doesn't have a few days left to live, and he doesn't care if he dies sooner or later. To be honest, he has actually been waiting for Hong Junyang to take action. This is his last move on him.

A test.

If Hong Junyang didn't even have the courage to seek the throne and usurp the throne, he wouldn't be able to assume the heavy responsibility of being the leader of the Ax Gang, so the joy in his heart at this moment is greater than the sadness.

"Jun Yang, come with me, I'll show you something!"

Wang Qianye stood up, tremblingly walked to the bookshelf next to him, pulled out a book from the bookshelf, and wanted to show Hong Junyang what was inside.

"Old man, go to hell!"

"puff!"

With a trembling roar, Wang Qianye groaned, lowered his head in shock and saw a sharp folding knife piercing his heart. He turned around with difficulty and looked at Hong Junyang with a ferocious face, his eyes filled with emotion.

It was an expression of indescribable complexity. He opened his mouth to say something, but blood kept spilling from the corners of his mouth. His eyes went dark, ending his sinful life, but his eyes that remained unblinking were filled with deep sadness and self-mockery.

He could die for Hong Junyang to ascend to the throne, but he didn't want Hong Junyang to die in the name of patricide. But he never expected that Hong Junyang wouldn't even give him a chance to explain his funeral, so he couldn't wait.

How could he die in peace if he did it?

A paternity test report with a genetic test of 99.9% between Wang Qianye and Hong Junyang, mixed with a will, fell feebly on Wang Qianye's body. It was half stained red by the blood flowing from his chest, making it look like

So ironic.

"No, no, this is impossible, this is impossible... This must be fake... It is fake... Ouch..."

Hong Junyang stretched out his trembling hand, trembling all over as he looked at the blood-stained paternity test and the will that designated him as the leader of the gang. He knelt down in front of Wang Qianye with a thud and grabbed his hair in pain.

It roared like a wild beast in grief after being injured, and tears dropped like broken beads into the blood stains on the ground. They mixed with the blood and continued to spread everywhere. At this moment, it seemed that blood was thicker than water!

Is there anyone in this world who can bear the mental torture of patricide? The answer is yes - yes, there are not a few people who killed their fathers in the ancient emperor Huang.

But those with such psychological qualities are undoubtedly ruthless and destructive heroes, and Hong Junyang obviously still has a long way to go before becoming such a hero.

So, at this moment, his soul was in pain as if he had been bitten by a poisonous snake, and his heart was filled with endless regret. If he could wait a little longer, even just ten seconds, for Wang Qianye to take out the suicide note and paternity test, he would

You will never commit such a heinous crime that you will never be able to get rid of.

He was like a walking corpse whose soul had been removed and only a body was left. He knelt in front of Wang Qianye's body in despair, his eyes were dull and empty, and he had long forgotten his original intention of coming here!

In the luxurious private room of Harman Bath Center, Wang Zhihao is lying on the massage bed with his eyes closed, wearing only a pair of underwear, enjoying the back-stepping service of a beautiful technician. He does not need to be wary of anyone here, because this is his property.

, if there is any slight disturbance, my brothers will be here in minutes.

Even the beautiful technician who served him was also his mistress for more than three years. She was absolutely his own, so he was very relaxed at the moment, even a little drowsy.

It's a pity that nothing in this world is absolute. In his opinion, his mistress will never betray him, but he suddenly pulled out a sharp scalpel and slit his throat like a chicken. The blood was like flames.

Spray normally.

Wang Zhihao struggled to get up, his face turned red, his left hand tightly covered his throat that had been cut by the partition, and he stared at his former mistress with anger, fear, unwillingness, confusion, and despair in his eyes.

A convulsive sound of "ho ho" came out of her mouth.
Chapter completed!