Ultimate Pawn

Entrance of the Huang Family Residence.

Xie Ming looked tense and solemn, just standing at the door so quietly, waiting.

This is the first time in his life that he has come to such a noble family.

He is just a small security guard, and in this life, it is impossible to overlap with these great clans that stand in the south of the Yangtze River.

But today, he was inexplicably standing at the gate of Huang's house because of a chance.

Standing at the door, waiting for an unknown amount of time.

Every minute and every second is tense for Xie Ming.

At this moment, suddenly... a middle-aged man wearing a brown and yellow robe slowly... walked out of the house.

Following the man in the robe, there was the familiar old man. Huang Zhong!

"You, are you the messenger sent by Chen Zongheng?" The middle-aged man in the robe looked calm and calm, and looked at Xie Ming lightly with the corner of his eye.

Xie Ming glanced carefully at the middle-aged man in the robe, and then looked at Huang Zhong behind him.

An hour ago, Huang Zhong... even rode a war horse, drove through the Qiu Clan, and smashed a piece under the wild dance of the whip!

At this moment, the gray-haired hero has returned to the Huang Family House. Standing behind the middle-aged man.

So? ! The middle-aged man in front of him...couldn't be...is it? !

At this moment, Xie Ming's body trembled because of shock.

He, faintly guessed the identity of the middle-aged man in the robe!

"Yes...by the order of Mr. Chen, I hereby reply to this letter." Xie Ming didn't dare to be negligent, and carefully took out a folded letter from his clothes and handed it to the middle-aged man in the robe!

Huang Zhengming's eyes were deep and indifferent, he slowly took over the envelope.

Behind him, the white-haired Huang Zhong had cold eyes and shouted to Xie Ming, "Isn't it salute to see the Lord of the Huang Family?"

Xie Ming's body trembled, and he was so frightened that he took two steps backwards by the sound, his eyes slightly nervous.

The man in front of me... is really the head of the Huang family?

A hundred-year-old giant that stands out in the south of the Yangtze River, the master of the Huang family!

He Xie Ming, a small security guard, the people at the bottom...At this moment, he can see the master of a generation of giants!

This shock left Xie Ming's brain blank and breathless.

Huang Zhengming didn't care about the performance of the ants in front of him. His only concern at this time was the letter in his hand.

From, Chen Zong's reply.

He was curious and strongly wanted to know what was written in this envelope?

Is Chen Zong begging for mercy?

Thinking of this, a hint of playfulness flashed in Huang Zhengming's calm eyes.

He had expected that Chen Zongheng would beg for mercy.

Unfortunately, begging for mercy... is useless.

It is impossible for his Huang family to scabbard.

Chen Zongheng is not dead, this battle will never end.

Huang Zhengming looked faintly, just standing at the door, slowly...opening the envelope in his hand.

When he looked at the contents of the envelope paper faintly... the air solidified in an instant.

Huang Zhengming held the envelope in his hand, shaking lightly!

Vessel veins slowly emerged from his arm.

His pupils have changed from deep... to cold and cold!

"Master, what's the matter? What did Chen Zongheng write?"

Behind him, Huang Zhong was covered in white hair, slowly stepping forward, Cang's eyes... towards the letter.

Huh~! In the next second, Huang Zhong's expression trembled fiercely!

Everything, just because of... the word on the letter paper:

[Three days later, take your second son, Huang Honghui's head. 】

Arrogant, arrogant, domineering, unscrupulous.

What kind of unscrupulousness is necessary to dare to... write such a desperate sentence!

In the morning, Huang Zhengming just sent a letter. Threatened, three days later, take the head.

Unexpectedly, one hour later. Chen Zongeng sent a reply.

The content of the letter is even more domineering and presumptuous: Three days later, take the head of the second son of the Huang family?

This.

Simply arrogant.

Huang Zhengming's hands trembled lightly, and the blue veins burst.

That is a terrible anger!

His Huang family has traveled south of the Yangtze River for hundreds of years!

Never been so insulted!

This is simply naked, an upright provocation against the prestige of the Huang family!

Huang Zhengming suddenly kneaded the envelope in his hand into a ball!

"Chen, vertical, horizontal." His expression was extremely cold, and he couldn't see the mood swings at all. But at this moment, the lord of the Huang Family is...the most terrifying.

In this world, who... dare to threaten his Huang family?

Dare to use his son's life as a threat? !

Chen Zongheng had already killed his eldest son.

Now, still want to... kill his second son? !

A sea of ​​blood and hatred is not shared!

Huang Zhengming's eyes were extremely deep, like a cold ice cellar in December.

He slowly opened his palm, and the envelope paper had already been crushed into a mass of debris. The breeze blew gently...The confetti dissipated in the air like ashes.

"After the first seven days of Xuyang, I want to let Chen Zongheng die without being buried."

"Also, the Qiu Group, Qiu Yiren, Qiu Family... don't let them go."

Huang Zhengming's voice is indifferent and calm, but...

Behind him, the butler Huang Zhong also appeared murderous, his fists clenched, and his old eyes were full of endless murderous intent.

In the morning, he and Chen Zongheng had been frustrated by the beating. Now, the old and new enemies of Chen Zongheng have merged together.

"Master, the old man will kill this messenger!" Huang Zhong's face was grim, his eyes staring at Xie Ming not far away.

The old butler of the Huang family has run amok. He wants to kill the messenger!

At this moment, all the murderous anger towards Chen Zongheng was surging out. If you don't kill the messenger, his anger will be hard to vent!

Not far away, Xie Ming's face paled instantly. The body took two steps back in horror.

At this moment, he...felt death!

The Huang family, want to kill yourself.

However, just when Huang Zhong clenched his fists tightly, he was fierce and angry, and was about to step forward.

Huang Zhengming stopped him with one hand.

"Xuyang has not passed the first seven days. It is not good to see blood in front of the steps of the house."

The voice of the head of the Huang family was very calm, as if he was holding back the killing intent in his heart.

Hearing the words of the master, Huang Zhong only then pressed the murderous intent and walked back slowly.

"You, get out." Huang Zhengming stared at Xie Ming with cold and deep eyes, and slowly uttered two words.

Xie Ming's body trembled. At this moment, he seemed to be locked in by a beast.

He backed up in horror, then got on the moped and hurried away...

...

One hour later, Qiu's Building.

When Xie Ming rode a moped and drove back to the group in a panic, all the security colleagues at the door looked surprised?

Can't believe it?

Xie Ming, this guy... unexpectedly, is still alive?

Can he come back alive from Huang's house...?

Xie Ming stopped the car, looking nervous and complicated, and hurried into the building. Take the elevator all the way to the 99th floor.

He came to the door of Chen Zongheng's office and knocked on the door.

"Enter." A faint response came from the office.

After getting a response, Xie Ming respectfully moved into the office cautiously.

I saw Chen Zongzheng lying calmly on the chair, holding the "Tao De Jing" in his hands, reading.

"Report to Mr. Chen, the letter... has been delivered." Xie Ming's face was solemn and complicated, and he reported carefully.

"Oh, good." Chen Zongheng continued to read the book, and replied faintly.

It seems that there is not much attention to this news.

Xie Ming hesitated to ponder, and suddenly bowed again.

"Mr. Chen...I, I want to...learn kung fu from you..."

This is his long-awaited request.

A few days ago, he saw with his own eyes...Chen Zongheng crushed Dong Guohu's head with one foot.

Today, he saw him again, and Mr. Chen flew to Huang Zhong Huang's house with one stroke.

This level of rivalry is extremely terrifying.

It is the power of his Xie Ming and his desire.

Chen Zongheng's gaze was faint, and he glanced at him inadvertently.

"Get down, there are some things you can't learn."

Chen Zongheng's voice was very cold, with a sense of indifference that turned away thousands of miles away.

Xie Ming's complexion changed slightly, a little lost and depressed.

He hesitated to get up, bowed respectfully, and then slowly exited the office.

Chen Zongheng took a deep breath of cigarette, his eyes... flashed with a sense of helplessness.

What he has mastered is not any kung fu...but, the killing skills that originated from the blood sea battlefield.

If you kill a thousand people, you will kill.

If you cut over ten thousand people, you will be able to use the knife.

Every move and every style of him. They were all cultivated from the Asura Hell.

His physique is not used to subdue the enemy.

Instead.

Used to kill.

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