Ultimate Pawn

Time, a second passed.

The Holy Trinity Church has a solemn atmosphere.

At this moment, outside the church wall, the huge hanging bell slowly stopped the pointer at 9 o'clock.

‘Boom, boom, boom...’

The bell rang 9 times.

In the morning, nine o'clock exactly.

According to the time, the funeral ceremony will begin soon.

In the auditorium, the host Zhou Ruotong was holding the microphone and looked helpless, so he could only bite the bullet and walked onto the auditorium's chair.

Let her, a TV host, come to host a funeral for the dead.

This is absurd.

Helplessly, the face of the Huang family is too big, so big that she has no room for resistance.

Standing on the presiding stage, behind... is the huge golden ice coffin.

A stinking corpse filled the air.

Zhou Ruotong's beautiful eyes were frowning, she tried to resist the urge to vomit, trying to calm herself down.

Then, she wanted to, and began to preside over the funeral...

At this time, outside the church.

Huang Zhengming stood on the tower indifferently with his hands on his back.

He is still waiting.

Below, in the church... the son's funeral has begun.

But he still didn't leave to go downstairs.

He stood in front of the tower indifferently like the same stone sculpture, gazing faintly at the boulevard in front of him.

At this moment, ahead... at the end of the boulevard, suddenly... a car light flashed.

A heavy pickup truck came slowly from a distance.

In the rear compartment of the pickup truck, there is a huge redwood coffin lying horizontally.

The truck, slow or slow, came towards the church.

When, when I saw this truck.

At the top of the tower, Huang Zhengming's pupils... finally, slightly condensed.

The corner of his mouth raised a shadowy and cold arc.

Today, it's not just... it's the funeral day of his son Huang Honghui.

What's more, it was a full-scale ambush, Hongmen killing array!

He has long since, all over the place.

Killing array, lurking, assault group...

Everything, just to wait for the prey to come!

Catching turtles in the urn.

The heavy pickup, with the sound of the engine, slowly stopped at the door of the Holy Trinity Church.

The door, open.

A black leather shoe slowly stepped out.

Chen Zongheng was in a straight suit and his eyes were faint.

He combed his long hair backwards, with a cigarette in his mouth.

he came.

He carried a brand new suit jacket in his left hand, and then...slowly came to the back of the truck.

With a violent push with his right hand, with one hand... he directly carried the huge mahogany coffin.

The sky is overcast with clouds.

It had been brewing for a long time on the eve of the shower.

And he, Chen Zong.

One person, slowly stepping forward.

In his left hand, he carried a brand new suit.

In his right hand, he carried a thick mahogany coffin.

Step by step, walk towards the church steps.

That mouth, the huge mahogany coffin weighing a thousand jin, just like that... was carried on his shoulders.

But he didn't change his face, as if walking on the ground.

With leather shoes under his feet, he stepped forward step by step and stepped onto the ninety-nine steps in front of the church.

"Chen Zongheng, you are finally here."

A deep voice came from a height of tens of meters!

Then, Huang Zhengming's figure, suddenly, jumped down from the top of the tower!

'boom! The moment his figure fell to the ground, cracks spread instantly on the stepped ground! The killing frenzy emerges!

At this time today, the head of the Huang Family finally... no longer concealed that terrifying killing intent!

Huang Zhengming, standing in the middle of the crack in the floor of the steps.

He just stood in front of Chen Zong.

The distance between the two is no more than ten meters.

Below the steps.

Chen Zongheng carried the giant mahogany coffin, his eyes faint, and slowly raised his head.

The eyes of the two people confronted each other at this moment.

Like two sharp swords, they collided suddenly.

The air seemed to be suddenly suppressed and cooled.

"How can I not come for such a grand funeral?"

Chen Zongheng slowly answered, breaking the silent chill.

The corner of his mouth is curved.

Letters invite, death comes.

In this world, if his Reaper wants to make an appointment, then... it must be on time.

"Where is Qiu Yiren? Why didn't you see her?! Don't you dare to come?" Huang Zhengming's voice was cold and cold.

His gaze was like a sharp sword, locked on Chen Zongheng.

At this moment, this Chen Zongheng is already a dying person.

Every step he took before was every inch of murderous intent.

Along the church, within a hundred meters, there are murderous opportunities.

He has stepped into the killing formation, at this time... it is absolutely impossible to go out alive again.

It's impossible.

"Qiu Yiren?" Chen Zongheng carried the coffin, his eyes faint and indifferent.

"She, waiting for me to go home for dinner." His answer was calm, as if talking about something very calm.

It's hard to imagine, at this moment. In such a scene, he could still be so indifferent.

He continued, stepping forward.

And Huang Zhengming, who was standing in front of the steps, smiled.

The deep sarcasm at the corners of the mouth is hard to conceal.

"Do you still hope to go back today?"

Huang Zhengming smiled deeply, the murderous intent between his teeth, endlessly pouring out, "The coffin on your shoulder is your home."

Yes, he...has already mentioned a pen in the letter.

Let this Chen Zong... bring his own coffin.

Now, Chen Zongheng is indeed very self-aware, and came forward with a coffin on his back.

This coffin was used to... put Chen Zongheng's own body.

The breeze was bleak, in front of the solemn church steps.

Chen Zongheng carried the coffin and stood faintly.

"Do you mean this mahogany coffin?" Chen Zongheng was taken aback for a moment, then raised his head and looked at Huang Zhengming ten meters away.

"Sorry, this coffin is for you."

Quiet!

The air was suddenly dead.

Murderous, as if surging instantly in the air.

Is this coffin prepared for you?

This, how arrogant a posture is needed to... in front of the lord of the Huang Family, speak... like this.

Huang Zhengming's complexion was very calm, but... it exuded a strange hideousness.

At the same time, the scene, around the steps.

A majestic murderous aura quietly rises.

A crowd of tawny people slowly emerged from all around.

Rushing.

The vibrating sound of a sea of ​​people stomping on the ground.

Endless solemn murderous in the air, turbulent.

The security members of the Huang family all around the scene, at this moment...almost come out.

It is hard to imagine how many people there are...

The sea of ​​people, from all directions, keeps pouring out.

The Huang Family, a century-old force, the horror is here.

The crowds are raging, like waves.

The entire Holy Trinity Church was blocked by a sea of ​​yellow-brown people on all sides.

Even on the boulevard, at a glance, there is a crowd of black people.

Embarrassed on all sides, killing infinitely.

And he, Chen Zongheng, still stood alone.

He carried the giant mahogany coffin in his left hand and a clean suit jacket in his right hand.

That's it, standing alone in the middle of an endless sea of ​​people.

Embarrassed on all sides, and stood firm.

He seems to have no fear at all.

"Chen Zongheng, you...really crazy." Huang Zhengming stood on the steps with his hands folded.

He looked down at Chen Zongheng under the steps.

"Since you have brought your own shroud, if you want to come, you should know... your own ending." Huang Zhengming said slowly with indifferent eyes.

What he was referring to was naturally the clean suit jacket that Chen Zong carried on his right hand.

Yes, there is no doubt that Chen Zongheng will die today. At this time, he came again with a black suit. Isn't this... the shroud prepared for yourself?

Chen Zongheng was taken aback for a moment, lowered his head, and glanced at the clean coat on his right hand.

"You seem to have some misunderstanding. This dress is reserved for change."

He looked at ease and said slowly.

Because after a while, there are too many murders, and he is afraid of getting dirty clothes.

So, prepare the suit jacket in advance.

Be prepared, after the killing is over, put on clean clothes.

That's it.

Huang Zhengming smiled coldly, with murderous intent in his pupils.

"Before I was about to die, I was still so crazy. I don't know who gave you such courage." Huang Zhengming said indifferently, slowly.

Now the scene is embarrassed and murderous.

Looking at the Huang family, all members of the forces came out in full force.

The power of the entire Huang family is almost...all arranged on the spot here.

Today, Chen Zongheng is destined to...no way into the sky, no way into the earth.

No matter how tough he is single-handedly... it is absolutely impossible to beat the entire Huang family for a hundred years!

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