Hearing Qiu Yiren's words, Chen Zong's raised leather shoes slowly put them down.

Killing, as far as he is concerned, is just a snap.

Whether to kill or not to kill depends on the mood.

He pinched out the cigarette butt, took out a square towel, and slowly wiped his hands.

At this time, he returned to the appearance of a refined gentleman.

"Let's go." Qiu Yiren's voice was complicated and softly reminded.

Chen Zong turned around, followed Qiu Yiren, and got into the Mercedes Benz.

The Mercedes Benz fleet drove away slowly...

Only the female secretary was left, lying in horror and trembling...Her body was still trembling...

...

On the streets at dusk, the Mercedes Benz fleet drove slowly.

Qiu Yiren sat in the car, and only then formally picked up the letter bordered with gold silk in his hand.

There was a trace of solemnity in her beautiful eyes, and slowly...opened the envelope.

In the heavy envelope, there is only one scribbled sentence: Tomorrow evening, Shanghai City, Hilton Hotel private banquet. To the.

Such a domineering, such arrogant tone.

Huang Honghui, the second son of the Huang family, set up a private banquet to invite Qiuyi to attend!

Moreover, the tone cannot be rejected.

To the…! These two words have absolutely no room for rejection.

If you don't go, what will happen?

The invitation letter from the second son of the Huang family, no one in the entire Shanghai and Shanghai markets... dared to refuse.

"Huang Honghui, invite me to a private banquet tomorrow night." Qiu Yiren's beautiful eyes flashed with complexity, and she looked at Chen Zongheng beside her.

"Mr. Chen, do you think... Am I going to attend?"

Nowadays, the relationship between the Qiu family and the Huang family is at odds with each other, almost to the point where they meet each other. Should I go?

Because tomorrow, Bi will be a grand feast.

Chen Zongheng looked indifferent and took a deep breath of cigarette.

"If he invites, then go."

This is Chen Zong's answer. It is simple, casual, and careless.

It seems that the second son of the Huang family...in his eyes, it is of little importance.

In the name of the **** of death, sweeping overseas...At the fingertips, the giants are in their nests, the warlords are destroyed...

How could he care about the second son of a small clan?

"But..." Qiu Yi's pretty face was dignified and complicated, and he stopped talking.

Knowing that it is a Hongmen banquet, if I go to attend... Isn't it, hit the gun?

"It's okay, don't worry." Chen Zong squeezed out the cigarette butt, just leaned on the seat, and took a rest.

He stopped talking too much, because he was too lazy to explain.

Hearing this man's words, Qiu Yiren's mood was complex and surging, and a trace of determination flashed in her eyes, and the magnetic echo replied, "Okay."

It seems that as long as there is this man... she doesn't fear anything anymore.

Because, she knows... this man is very powerful.

...

Late at night, Shanghai City, Huangjia Residence.

The second son of the Huang family...Huang Honghui was leaning on the sofa with a hemp cigar in his mouth.

He was quietly waiting for news.

It has been several hours since the secretary was sent out, and that letter...should have been delivered.

He was curious to know what Qiu Yiren's expression would look like when he saw his invitation letter?

Shocked, horrified? Still flustered?

Thinking of this, the corners of Huang Honghui's mouth raised an arc.

The Qiu family... Qiu Yiren are just his playthings.

As long as he uses a few tricks, the Qiu Yiren... is what is in his own pocket.

"Brother, what you have not completed, I, Huang Honghui, will do it for you." Huang Honghui's eyes were faint, and his voice muttered deep.

Qiu Yiren, the number one beauty daughter in Shanghai?

Sooner or later, that woman will become his thing. Wanton, rubbing.

Thinking of this, Huang Honghui took a deep sip of hemp cigar. The ecstasy sensation of marijuana spread throughout his body, closing his eyes with enjoyment.

At this moment, suddenly outside the door, there was a panic and hasty knock on the door.

"Young Master... Young Master..." followed by a panicked female voice.

Huang Honghui's eyes slowly opened...This voice was very familiar, it was the voice of his personal secretary.

The secretary went out to deliver the letter and came back.

"What's the panic? Come in." Huang Honghui slowly spit out a smoke ring, calmly said.

The door was pushed open, and the swollen female secretary walked into the room tremblingly.

Huh~! Huang Honghui was taken aback!

"Who are you?!" Huang Honghui didn't react for a while! Who is this ugly and ugly woman? ?

"The son... yes... it's me... Lan'er." The female secretary's lips trembled, and said miserably.

"Lan...Lan'er?" Huang Honghui looked wrong, staring at the miserable pig-headed woman.

The female secretary trembled lightly, and stepped forward... she knelt down in front of Huang Honghui, her face crying with grief.

"My son... please call the shots for Lan'er!"

"Beside Qiu Yiren, that little white-faced man...he...he not only beats me...he wants to kill me... Please son, you must be the master for me..."

Female secretary Lan'er knelt on the ground, her nose and tears pouring out of her brain, looking extremely miserable.

Huang Honghui stood up abruptly, his complexion changed, and the weather was uncertain.

His fists were already clenched tightly.

The female secretary Lan'er is his lover's mistress. In the entire Shanghai and Shanghai markets, who would dare not give him face?

But today, his junior secretary... was beaten like this? ? !

This is an unprecedented shame!

"That person, who is it?!" Huang Honghui's expression was extremely cold, with a hint of murderous intent.

"He... his surname is Chen..." The female secretary's voice trembled slightly and said grimly.

Boom~! Upon hearing this, Huang Honghui's heart trembled...!

Chen? ? !

Surname Chen? !

Chen... aspect? !

Again, that **** man! !

Huang Honghui clenched his fists, it was a terrible anger!

The revenge of killing the brother has not been reported, and now...he dare to brand his close female secretary in public like this? ! !

This is tantamount to hitting Huang Honghui in the face!

"My son...you must be the master for me..." The female secretary crawled in front of Huang Honghui, holding his legs and begged.

Huang Honghui's complexion flickered, and his anger was raging.

With a sharp kick... he kicked the pig-headed female secretary away fiercely.

"Useless waste!"

The female secretary was kicked to the ground, and the pig's face was trembling, it was panic.

Huang Honghui clenched his fists, at this moment, he was full of murder!

"Chen...Zongheng. You...wait for me!" His eyes were maddeningly hostile!

He will pay back both the new and the old hatred!

The anger of the second son of the Huang family will be filled with blood!

...

The next day, early morning.

A ray of bright sunshine rose slowly from the eastern sky.

Chen Zongheng had already finished his morning exercises, put on a neat suit, and came to the Qiu Family Manor opposite.

In the hall, a hearty breakfast has been prepared.

When Chen Zongong came in, the pretty face under his sister Qiushuang suddenly became cold. She was too angry to eat.

"Full. Goodbye." She angrily dropped a word, and then walked out of the villa with her schoolbag.

Obviously, she was still worried about the fact that Chen Zongheng ate her precious poisonous spider the day before yesterday. The hatred of Chen Zongheng has become even deeper.

A few minutes later, there was a roar of engines outside the villa. A Lamborghini sports car roared away.

Qiu Yiren sat at the dining table and shook his head helplessly.

"Mr. Chen, don't mind, the little girl is not sensible." Qiu Yiren apologized.

"It's okay." Chen Zongheng slowly sat down at the table.

He had no plans to take care of that yellow girl. How can a dignified **** of death be as knowledgeable as a little hairy girl?

Sitting in Qiu's villa, enjoying breakfast quietly.

At this time, Chen Zongheng was calm as a scholar.

No hostility, no killing.

And outside the villa, the seemingly peaceful Shanghai market, but because of him... is experiencing a turbulent tornado-like turbulence.

...

Shanghai, Minhang District. An underground long street.

The early sun in the morning has just penetrated the misty gloom.

In the depths of the long street, a blood-stained figure slowly walked out of the darkness step by step.

Dong Biao held a long knife, his eyes calm as cold, blood was still dripping on the blade of the long knife.

Behind him...you can faintly see...the ground of Long Street, with corpses all over the place.

Outside the Long Street, a group of members in black suits were waiting respectfully.

The moment Dong Biao walked out, all the Dongmen members bowed their bodies respectfully!

"Congratulations to the lord! Successfully won Changning Street!!"

The deep voice trembled in the air.

Dong Biao's eyes were indifferent, and the knife was retracted.

Since his father was killed and he inherited the position of the head of the Dong Sect, this young nouveau riche has quarreled and seized territory.

From the eastern zone, sweep all the way to the northern zone.

The power of Dongmen has been continuously expanded.

The blood was red, and the killing grew stronger.

Dong Biao's growth rate is too fast, he is a beast that is gradually awakening. The animal nature has been restored, no one can file.

Dongmen, from a small power that entangles one side...Now it is rising and becoming a new king's door!

It's a mere Changning block, but... it's just a small step forward.

Dong Biao raised his head and stared at the sky above his head.

"Chen...Zong...horizontally, when I sweep the Bund and dominate Jiangnan, it will also be you...the day of death and death."

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