Chu Huandong walked out of the study room, looked at Ding Lingyue and Zhang Xiaopeng who were standing at the door, and indifferently ordered: "Xiaopeng, send someone to continue to stay here. Lingyue, take me to see those hooligans."

Those who seek to make big things must be meticulous and naturally have great doubts. In recent years, only Ding Lingyue and Zhang Xiaopeng, who were born and died with him. Ding Lingyue and Zhang Xiaopeng's outstretched hands are undoubtedly not the same word "good". Ding Lingling is more round and cunning, and Zhang Xiaopeng is brave and ruthless. They formed an unbreakable iron triangle with Chu Huandong.

In the basement, the rogues who were just joking about the rewards were waiting for the reward. Seeing Chu Huandong and Ding Lingyue coming from afar, the few people immediately stood in the hall with their hands down. They all knew that the president of the Chutian Group used to be with Wang Dacheng on the underworld. At that time, he was famous. Later, he established the Chutian Group himself and turned into a decent person in the upper class. However, his cruelty and cruelty are still well-known in the black and white fields, and are well-known far and wide.

The straight suit and his tall height brought a lot of oppression to people. He signaled Ding Lingyue to throw a box of banknotes on the ground, and then said coldly, "This is the reward I promised to give you, I won't lose you a penny."

Several hooligans immediately showed joy.

"But before taking the money, I ask you, I just asked you to scare her, who told you to touch her?"

The tail sound rising in Chu Huandong dialect was a little angry, and an inexplicable chill spread inside the house, which made people feel creepy, and the burly and cunning rogues were almost unable to stand. "We... we just want to increase the effect and make... look more realistic..."

One of them finally answered with courage and trembling.

Chu Huandong's fists clenched made a 'grizz' sound, making people expect that no matter who the solid object hits, it would have a terrible effect. Before these people could continue to react, Chu Huandong's fist had already hit a man next to him with a fierce momentum.

The sound of 'cracking' muscles colliding mixed with muffled groans. A man squatted on the ground with his hands covering his mouth, bright blood flowing out from his fingers.

‘Crack’ Another man’s joint was misaligned by Chu Huandong. The pain made the man scream like a pig.

Chu Huandong's next fist directly hit the softest abdomen of a man behind him. The man immediately felt like he was about to retching, and the pain was almost fainting.

"You actually dare to touch her!!!"

"You bastards, I'll ruin you today!"

Then, Chu Huandong's fist was like a storm, and several tall and arrogant men were lying softly on the ground in an instant, with blood flowing from different parts of their bodies.

Chu Huandong, who had hit someone, seemed to have swept away the hostility on his face. He took out a handkerchief from his pocket, wiped his hands a few times, turned his head to look at the only one among the hooligans who stood without being beaten, and smiled brightly, "It was you, who slapped her in the face?"

The man looked at Chu Huandong's charming smile as if he was upside down, and felt a kind of chill that was scattered and retreated step by step. How could he believe it? In just a blink of an eye, his fierce brothers who were usually extremely vicious to the ground collapsed like dead people. He began to tremble involuntarily, his legs became weak, and his head was kneeling on the ground like garlic pounding, constantly begging, "I'm sorry, Mr. Chu, I really didn't mean it. She bit me first. Mr. Chu, she really bit me first!"

"Hahaha." Chu Huandong smiled, a hint of cruelty and annoyance flashed across his face, "Do you know? Since childhood, no one has dared to touch her with a finger. She can slap me at will. What is it that she bites you? Even if she cuts you into pieces, you don't deserve to touch her!"

"Yes, yes, I was wrong, Mr. Chu, I was wrong..."

"Do you know, you made me angry." Chu Huandong's bright eyes were like the most perfect gem in the world, dazzling, cold and ruthless. Before he could blink, there was something in his hand. A silver light flashed in the air, and a murder weapon was added to the man's heart. It was super fast and accurate. The man didn't even have time to make a "hum" sound.

"You guys remember that you will never be able to touch some people." Chu Huandong's expression showed a kind of arrogance and domineering formed by power and violence.

With the eyes of several rogues staring in disbelief, Chu Huandong pulled out the blood-stained dagger again and in an instant, bright red blood quickly sprayed onto the snow-white carpet.

Chu Huandong will not kill someone for more than three seconds, so fast that it is completely unreflective and digestible. These hooligans are usually doing all kinds of evil, but they did not expect Chu Huandong to be so cruel and ruthless, so cruel and ruthless. They were as if they were watching an extremely terrifying thriller, and their whole body began to tremble uncontrollably...

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A day of chaos caused Wang Zhanzhu to insomnia. She walked into the bathroom exhausted and took a shower. She thought that she was tired enough that she could fall asleep when she lay on the bed. Who knew that the sleeping god had not come to visit her for a long time. She tossed and turned her mind and thought about what happened on this day. She felt that she had a split headache and still couldn't sleep. She couldn't sleep in bed. She got up frequently to go to the toilet. Every time she came back, she thought that she could fall asleep this time, but she still couldn't sleep.

There were too many things that happened during this day, but what was so exciting that she couldn't sleep was the sudden stay of Chu Huandong and Lin Yurou. It was obvious that she was still in love with him on this big bed last night, and she was in love with him, and she was in a turbulent manner.

During the day during the cram school, Wang Zhanzhu kept singing the sweet night before, the words, the breath of Chu Huandong, the temperature of his palm, the fiery kiss, and the unprecedented tremors. She held her cheek, squinted her eyes, pursed her lips, and smiled foolishly at the teacher on the podium, making the teacher confused.

Maybe it was because she was so happy and so happy that she forgot that Chu Huandong didn't say goodbye to her when she walked, and she never even gave her a phone call.

When people are too happy, they are always easy to ignore the changes in the world! On a night without reason and without promises, why did she carelessly think that spring will be blooming forever?

It was not until the cruel reality suddenly came and the pain was unstoppable. Was it because she replied that she was voluntary? Did he not say that he wanted to marry her? So later, he didn't have to be responsible?

Wang Zhanzhu closed her eyes tightly, hoping to stop thinking about these messy things, but she felt that her eyes were sore because she tried too hard that she closed them a little. She simply let herself go, and turned on the lights as if she couldn't sleep before, and tossed and turned on the bed unrestrainedly.

Chu Huandong returned to his room and quickly took a shower and changed his pajamas. He walked out of the bathroom. Moonlight penetrated into the room, faintly pale, as if there was something that was worthy of warmth in his heart.

On this night that should have been celebrated with joy, he slowly leaned into the sofa and lit cigarettes by himself.

Over the years, he has gradually grown up and experienced. The various tragedies he experienced from childhood to adulthood have greatly changed his temperament. His premature maturity has made him indulge in the desire for revenge. He is focused and cautious, and has been planning to avenge his brother. He is cautious in every step. He knows more than anyone else about Wang Dacheng's cunning and viciousness. If one size is not well controlled, he will lose all his life.

Today, tonight, he finally got what he wanted. Isn’t this what he has been striving for? Shouldn’t he satisfy his happiness? But why does he feel distracted and irritated for no reason?

Chu Huandong struggled to get up like a trapped beast, walked out of his room as if he had gotten used to it, and came to the door of Wang Zhanzhu next door. He had always known her more than she himself. He could almost conclude that she would not be able to sleep tonight. She would turn on the lights and swell up and down on the bed with anger.

He looked at a soft yellow light that came out of the crack of the door, and listened to the big bed creaking under the intentional torture of Wang Zhanzhu, he subconsciously smiled and reached out to hold the door handle. The cold door handle in his hand seemed to wake him up, and he suddenly retracted his hand.

A floor lamp in the corner was lit with a faint light. The light hit Chu Huandong's body and reflected a blurred figure on the carpet. He looked at the dizzy yellow, and his posture had not changed from beginning to end.

After Chu Huandong got up in the morning, he stood under the water in the bathroom and washed his fatigue. He applied his eyes with ice, put on a straight suit, walked out of the room quickly and headed straight to the study. No matter what the reason or how much affection was, it did not change his life direction. His life was still going back on track!

Zhang Xiaopeng, who was guarding outside the door, opened the door of the study. When Chu Huandong looked inside, his calm face turned white. Wang Dacheng, who should have been injured and unconscious in the room, disappeared, leaving only a large pool of dark blood below the ground, and a blood mark that winds to the next to the bookcase.

Chu Huandong's steep face was covered with frost. He tried his best to suppress the annoyance in his heart. His secrets meant that his efforts were in vain. Before he could enjoy the joy of success, Wang Dacheng ran away.

He waved his hand a little depressedly, signaling Ding Lingyue to send someone to the direction to find a secret passage, chasing Wang Dacheng, and he stood by the window and lit a cigarette.

Over the years, Chu Huandong has always been quick, ruthless and absolutely. He knows better than anyone else the reason for raising tigers and killing the roots. Last night, he was determined to kill Wang Dacheng, but the cunning Wang Dacheng mentioned Ye Zimei and Wang Zhanzhu at the most critical moment.

Although Ye Zimei's death was not caused directly by him, it was inseparable from him. Wang Zhanzhu lost her mother since childhood, which was pitiful enough. He could not imagine what expression she would have if she knew that her father was dead?
Chapter completed!