Ultimate Pawn

Overnight, Farstar Group suffered an unprecedented blow.

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

He, with indifferent eyes, just like this... staring at... the two corpses in the two coffins.

One is his son.

One is his brother.

Just...in a few days.

Ruined his son.

The most powerful brother died again.

For him... it was... an unprecedented blow.

He Guo Xinglei has traversed the arena for decades and has never encountered such a catastrophe.

Today, he is so powerful that he will be forced to this point by a young man in his twenties?

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

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

What did the other party do?

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

That Chen Zongheng, who is... sacred?

A few months ago, Guo Xinglei didn't believe...In this world, there are people who can single-handedly pick Jiangnan.

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

This Chen Zongheng is absolutely extraordinary!

One person, alone in Jiangnan?

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

This Jiangnan sky will be overturned!

Guo Xinglei stood in front of the two coffins with his hands on his back, with dignified eyes, staring at the corpse for a long time.

Half a year ago, the Huang family was wiped out.

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

Guo Xinglei clenched his fists tightly, and his whole body... let out an unprecedented cold breath.

Behind him, the crowded black brother, standing here together, thousands of people, bowed their heads, and gave the son and Manager Feng incense in mourning.

"Report to the chairman, the group... everyone has been dispatched! Everything is waiting for dispatch!" At this moment, behind Guo Xinglei, a man with a stern complexion stepped forward and respectfully bowed his body!

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

In charge of the Far Star Group, the entire underground power.

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

"Stop the soldiers."

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

The army of people and horses has been mobilized.

But at this time, it's still...not the time to do it.

The document approval of the Buddha behind hasn't come down yet.

Not yet obtained, the city's public security control and management power.

Now, he wants to have a good life and bury his son and brothers.

Wait, as soon as the funeral is over, can the killing be carried out on a large scale!

The small building was windy last night,

The country is unbearable looking back on the moon.

Tonight, in this area of ​​Jiangnan, many people... are destined to have 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 training early in the morning.

Now, in mid-March, spring is in full swing.

Dongcheng gradually feels that the scenery is good, and the wrinkles and ripples welcome guests.

The green poplar smoke is light outside, and the branches of red apricots are full of spring.

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

As he walked all the way to Qiu's villa, he took out his cell phone and dialed Yuan Li... a call...

Something was admonished.

Then, he hung up the phone.

He lit a cigarette, his eyes were calm and deep, and he stepped into the gate of the Qiu's Manor opposite...to have breakfast...

...

However, at the same time.

Seven o'clock in the morning.

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

Two... giant golden silk nanmu coffins are slowly laying horizontally on the memorial stand of the church.

The golden nanmu coffin exudes the scent of sandalwood.

In the entire Buddhist auditorium, there are thousands of prayer seats with no empty seats.

A group of members and guests dressed in black suits sat there respectfully and dignifiedly, praying for the two deceased.

At the front of the memorial platform, a group of Buddhist monks in robes chanted transcendental scriptures and rebirth mantras, giving the dead transcendent ascend to heaven and eternal bliss.

"Nanwu Amituopoye námóāmíduōpóyè

Duōtuōqíeduōyè

Duōdìyètuō

Amir Dupopi āmílìdūpópí

Ami Lido āmílìduō

Xitanpopi xīdānpópí

Ami Liao āmílìduō

Píjiālándì

Ami 唎 duo[5]mílìduō

Píjiālánduō

Qíemíní

Qíeqíenuó

Zhǐduōjiālì

Suo Po He Suōpóhē"

Sections of the mantra of the reincarnated mantra were constantly read from the monk population.

Muyu percussion, practice, Shi Shan.

Reborn as a general, reborn as a crown prince.

In the whole church, countless guests bowed their heads.

Solemn and solemn.

Listening carefully...

However, in the front of the church guest podium.

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

The suit is neat and the tie is neat.

Beside the man in the suit, there were two bodyguards guards and a secretary.

Exactly, the big Buddha behind the Guo family.

Vice President of Jiangnan City Chamber of Commerce, Yu Chuanping.

Today, the funeral of the son of the Guo family and Feng Youdao.

He was in Chuanping and was there in person.

This, on behalf of... he Yu Chuanping has already openly given the Guo family platform!

Today, there are thousands of guests present, and everyone's eyes are almost...respected by Yu Chuanping.

The vice president of the city almost covered the sky with one hand.

Below one person, above ten thousand people.

Such characters are enough to control the overall situation.

However, the owner of today's funeral, Guo Xinglei.

At this time, he was standing in front of the memorial stand with his hands behind his back.

He, in a black mourning suit, with a pair of sunglasses on his face, concealed his eyes and expression.

At this time, he couldn't see through his mood swings.

Guo Xinglei stood in front of the stage with his hands on his back, quietly watching these monks and Taoist priests do it.

The whole church scene is extremely solemn.

In the air, there is a trace of sandalwood used for super-duty practice.

The wooden fish knocks, and the sound of chanting and chanting reverberates and interweaves.

Smoke filled.

At this time, outside the mourning hall, batch after batch of members in black suits were neatly enclosing a protective encirclement, stationed around the mourning hall.

Today's funeral is huge.

Even Vice President Yu, who is the city's No. 2 figure, has already visited the scene in person. ,

Therefore, on-site security is extremely important.

Yuanxing Group mobilized the security of thousands of people to guard and guard the safety and order of the scene.

Everything, just for...Let today's funeral go on smoothly!

Death is the most important thing, and the funeral is the most important thing.

The bliss of rebirth, the greatness of the western sky.

Today, it is destined to be... an unprecedented burial.

However, just right... in the funeral church, the Mori people were chanting the Dharma and chanting sutras.

Suddenly, outside the church... there was a... grumpy engine roar...!

Outside the church, hundreds of meters.

A fiery red Ducati 1299 heavy locomotive, the engine roars and roars, and it is smashing... towards the church, whizzing!

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