Overnight, Yuanxing Group suffered an unprecedented blow.

At this time, Guo Xinglei, the chairman of the group's number one person, had a calm and indifferent expression, with his hands on his back, just standing in front of the coffin.

He had a cold look, just staring at the two bodies in the coffins.

One is his son.

One is his brother.

In just a few days.

Bursed his son.

The most powerful brother died again.

This, for him... was simply... an unprecedented blow.

He, Guo Xinglei, has been in the world for decades and has never encountered such a disaster.

Now that he is in his power, he will be forced to this point by a young man in his twenties?

What made him even more collapsed was that the other party was just alone?

With one person's strength, the other party's entire Guo family?

How did the other party do it?

At this time, Guo Xinglei could finally understand... the despair of the head of the Huang family half a year ago.

Who is that Chen Zongheng?

A few months ago, Guo Xinglei didn't believe it... In this world, someone can take the lead in Jiangnan alone with his own strength.

And, at this moment, he... had to believe it.

This Chen Zongheng is absolutely extraordinary!

A man's strength, he can only choose Jiangnan?

He, maybe...it's really possible.

This article about Jiangnan is about to be overturned!

Guo Xinglei was standing in front of the coffins with his hands on his back, with a serious look on his face, staring at the corpse for a long time.

Half a year ago, the Huang family was destroyed.

Now, the Guo family is actually repeating the same mistake step by step.

Guo Xinglei clenched his fists tightly, and his whole body... emitted an unprecedented cold and resentful aura.

Behind him, a sea of ​​dark people stood here together, thousands of people bowed their heads, burning incense to the young master and Manager Feng, and mourning.

"Report to the Chairman, the Group... all the people have been dispatched! Everything is waiting for the dispatch!" At this moment, behind Guo Xinglei, a man with a sharp face stepped forward quickly and said respectfully!

After Feng Youdao's death, this man temporarily became Feng Youdao's position.

In charge of the Yuanxing Group and the entire underground force.

Guo Xinglei stood there with his hands on his back, with deep eyes and nodded slowly.

"Stop holding the troops."

"Tomorrow, I will bury my brother and son."

The army of troops has been mobilized.

But at this time, it is still... not the time to start.

The document approval of the Buddha behind him has not been released yet.

It has not yet been obtained, and the city's public security control and management rights are in control.

Now, he is going to have a good life and bury his son and brother.

Only after the funeral is over...the killing begins!

The building was windy again last night.

My hometown is unbearable to look back at the moonlight.

Tonight, for this Jiangnan area, many people... are destined to suffer from insomnia.

...

The next day, a touch of early sun slowly rose from the eastern sky.

At seven o'clock in the morning, Chen Zongheng had finished practicing early in the morning.

Now, in mid-March, spring is full of joy.

The scenery in the East City gradually became beautiful, with wrinkles and ripples welcoming guests.

The morning is cold outside the green willow smoke, and the spring is turbulent on the branches of red apricots.

Chen Zongheng changed into a neat black suit jacket, put on a watch, and then... his face was calm, and he walked out of the villa step by step.

While walking towards Qiu's villa, he took out his cell phone and called Yuan Li......

Some advice.

Then, he hung up the phone.

Lighting a cigarette, his eyes were calm and deep, and he stepped into the gate of Qiushi Manor opposite... to enjoy breakfast...

...

And, at the same time.

It was seven o'clock in the morning.

Tens of kilometers away from the south of the Yangtze River, inside a huge Buddhist funeral church.

Two...giant golden nanmu coffins are slowly placed on the church memorial platform.

The golden nanmu coffin exudes a scent of sandalwood.

Thousands of prayer seats were filled with prayer seats throughout the Buddhist auditorium.

A group of members and guests in black suits sat there with respect and solemn expressions, praying to the two deceased.

At the front of the memorial platform, a group of monks wearing robes recited the sutras and the mantra of rebirth to the dead to be liberated and ascended to heaven and to the Pure Land of Eternal Life.

“Namo Amitopoye Namo Amitopoye

Duotuoqieduoye

Duodiyetuo

Amilidupopi

amiliduo

Xidanpopi

Amiliduo

Pijialandi

Amiyadoa[5]miliduo

pijialanduo

Kamierqiemini

Gagana qieqienuo

zhiduojiali

Savahasuopohe”

The scriptures of the mantra of rebirth are constantly recited from the monks.

The sound of wooden fish hitting, practice, and do good deeds.

Rebirth as a general, rebirth as a prince hero.

In the entire church, countless guests bowed their heads together.

Solemn and solemn.

Listen with your ears...

And, at the front of the church guest stand.

A middle-aged man in a black suit was sitting there.

The suit is straight and the tie is neat.

Next to the man in the suit, he was followed by two bodyguards and a secretary.

It is the great Buddha behind the Guo family.

Vice President of Jiangnan City Chamber of Commerce, Yu Chuanping.
To be continued...