The entire door of the church was filled with murderous intent.

Chen Zongheng was alone, surrounded by an endless sea of ​​people.

And Qiu Shuangxia was taken hostage again.

In the whole situation, he, Chen Zongheng, had absolutely no room to fight back.

"Chen Zongheng, do you think... you are really invincible?"

Huang Zhengming looked ferocious and exuded a terrifying aura.

"Do you think that by killing my two sons, you can... cut off the incense of my Huang family?"

"Today, I want you to see with your own eyes how I, Huang Zhengming, sow seeds and continue the fragrance!" Huang Zhengming's voice was cold and ferocious. He turned his head and glanced slowly at his delicate body under the autumn frost.

With an inexplicable cold excitement.

He wanted to sow seeds himself in front of Chen Zongheng!

Let the second girl of the Qiu family be pregnant with the dragon seed of her Huang family!

After beheading Chen Zongheng, he still wants to make that bitch Qiu Yiren kneel at his feet and beg for mercy, and become his slave!

"My Huang family will never become extinct for thousands of years!" Huang Zhengming's pupils were ferocious, and his voice was exciting and murderous.

At this time, his terrifying and difficult-to-conceal face finally appeared in front of the world.

He even became a little ferocious and perverted.

Two sons were killed in a row, which made his mentality distorted... He couldn't wait, he needed to sow seeds! He needed to kill Chen Zongheng!

"I said, let's put your body under the autumn frost and spare your whole body." Chen Zongheng looked calmly and continued...repeating those words.

This is the third and final time.

It's only three times. He only said it three times and only gave Huang Zhengming three chances.

Hearing this sentence, Huang Zhengming looked ferocious and laughed wildly, which was sarcasm and ridicule.

"Today, do you still have a choice?"

"Get on the knife...!" Huang Zhengming shouted sharply.

Then, dozens of his subordinates slowly stepped forward, pushing a huge flame furnace.

In the bronze furnace, the blazing fire...burned like an angry dragon.

And in the middle of the blazing flames, there was a long knife stuck across it.

The long sword, the sun and the moon, have lasted for hundreds of years.

Forged with thousands of hammers, it is indestructible.

At this time, the sun and moon sword was thrust vertically into the raging fire, receiving the burning heat of the flames.

The entire steel-gold blade was burned red by the flames, glowing with a dark red glow.

Huang Zhengming raised his right arm and suddenly... grasped the hot and thick handle of the knife!

‘Zheng!’ The red-burning sun and moon sword was instantly drawn out of its sheath from the flames.

A terrifying heat wave swept through the air.

The air around him seemed to be distorted.

Huang Zhengming held a dark red scorching sword in his hand, and his eyes... were twisted and ferocious as he stared at Chen Zongheng.

"Chen Zongheng...! Today, you will definitely die! Come to me and let me cut off your head myself, and I will... spare your half body. Otherwise! I will leave you with no bones left!"

Huang Zhengming has a ferocious face, a long knife in his hand, and he looks like a demon.

The head of the Huang family is completely murderous at this moment.

Chen Zongheng still stood calmly, looking at the head of the Huang family indifferently.

He didn't answer because he was disdainful.

If it's only three times, he won't say it a fourth time.

With a slight twist of his right hand, a silver dagger with a strange and ferocious shape slowly emerged.

As the silver dagger emerged, the entire air and temperature seemed to freeze suddenly.

…

At the same time, it is one kilometer away from the Holy Trinity Church.

There was a black Rolls-Royce Phantom sedan parked on a street corner somewhere.

The car parked quietly at the corner of the street, surrounded by several bodyguards in black suits stationed around the street.

Guo Shaoze, the young director of Fosun Group, is wearing a straight light blue suit, with his legs crossed, sitting leisurely in the car.

There was a cigar in his mouth.

His eyes were faint and he was puffing smoke rings lightly.

The female secretary Ning Wan sat aside, carefully massaging the young master with skillful techniques.

"Sir, tell me...will Chen Zongheng come out alive?"

Ning Wan asked curiously while massaging the young master.

Guo Shaoze's eyes were deep and leisurely, and he took a deep breath of cigar. Let the rich smell of cigar smoke penetrate his entire throat and reach his lungs.

Then, he blew out a smoke ring with satisfaction.

"How can the power of dust... compete with the waves?" Guo Shaoze closed his eyes and spat out a sentence.

Yes, in his eyes, and even in the eyes of all Jiangnan senior officials.

That Chen Zongheng, no matter how strong he is... is nothing more than a piece of dust.

How can you deal with the wave of tens of millions of people with your bare hands?

Two fists are no match for four hands.

What's more, the Huang family... has tens of millions of hands.

How can the Huang family's century-old accumulation of power be handled by just one person?

"There is no one in this world who can fight one against a thousand." Guo Shaoze's voice was faint, with an intuition that he could control everything in the world.

"At least, at that time...in Jiangnan, there were no such heroes."

His words are finished, and his prediction...has been made clear.

He concluded that Chen Zongheng would die.

There is absolutely no way that guy can walk out of Holy Trinity Church alive.

Because this is the law of heaven.

It is difficult for one person to withstand the torrent.

Guo Shaoze followed his father and experienced countless disputes in the world. He... knows these laws of the world better than anyone else.

"But, back then... during the Warring States Period... Marshal Jiang Zhoutai wasn't..." Ning Wan, the female secretary, hesitated with her beautiful eyes, and said half of the sentence in a complicated manner, but finally paused.

Guo Shaoze's eyes were still closed, and the corners of his mouth raised a slight arc.

"Today is not the Warring States Period. The wars in the Republic of China have passed...the era of warlords and hundreds of schools of thought vying for supremacy no longer exists..."

Indeed, the warring states era of a hundred years ago no longer exists.

The Japanese army was defeated.

The end of World War II.

China was founded and stabilized, but now... various forces are entrenched in all directions, and the heroes are invisible and lurking in every continent.

In troubled times heroes emerge.

And the troubled times of glorious competition have passed.

"Then Chen Zongheng will definitely die."

"As for the Qiu family, they are at the end of their rope. Qiu Shuang's chess piece is enough to become the key to shaking up the Qiu family. Qiu Yiren will not leave her sister alone."

Chen Zong died suddenly.

Hijacked under the autumn frost.

The entire Qiu family was almost destroyed by itself.

This is the established ending.

"Young Master... But what if the Qiu family... is really invaded by the Huang family? Then we..." Ning Wan's pretty face was filled with doubts, looking at the young master who was resting.

"The oriole is behind you." Guo Shaoze's mouth was deep and a hint of arc appeared.

"Also, that Qiu Yiren is mine." He flicked the cigar with his fingers, and a stream of ashes was shaken off along the air.

The Qiu family and Qiu Yi people... have always been part of Guo Shaoze's occupation plan. They have never been wiped out...
To be continued...