The power of an entire family is very terrifying, and the power controlled by Kim Jae-jung, under the authority of the patriarch, has long transcended politics. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Any member of the Jin family is an integral part of the Jin family, in other words, they must contribute their part to the Jin family.

The Jin family who has succeeded in the business world, the Jin family who has succeeded in the political circle, and the Jin family who have appeal in the media......

These people twisted together is the power of the entire Jin family, and as the patriarch of Jin Jae-jung, this inflating and terrifying power is pinched in his hands, this power is like a ball of hot magma, making Jin Zaizhong feel like a **** volcano, just in need of a jet for catharsis.

In fact, the life experience of the first half of his life gave Kim Jae-joong, who was approaching his twilight years, an illusory sense of control, and it seemed that in the land of Hyeshan Island, there was nothing he couldn't do.

Of course, he knew that this was not real, but just an illusory product that had been in a high position for many years. But such a 'trivial matter' as tracking down Kim Tae-woo's murderer, Kim Jae-jung, as the chief prosecutor, is exactly the old business of searching for things.

But he did not want to use the power of the procuratorate, at least not in its entirety. Kim Jae-joong wanted to give the murderer of his son a small gift and teach him a lesson, which would leave him with some 'handles', so he decided to use the Kim family and some black power to accomplish this.

In the brightly lit ancestral hall of the Jin family, Jin Zaizhong, who was sitting in the position of the patriarch, spoke slowly, the strict and cold walls, and the big red lanterns hanging high, even under the bright night, were also gloomy.

At about ten o'clock in the evening, the voice of the Jin family came from the clan hall, they have the power of the government, the power of the Jin family, the power of the business world, the power of the underworld, if possible, even public opinion can operate, these people get together, the power they represent, in a location like Huishan Island, is huge and desperate.

In fact, they sit there only to implement the most effective plan for getting people, and how to deal with people and how to deal with them after they get them.

However, there are some things that don't need to be done by hand, and they will come to the door automatically.

A short cry came quickly in the night, followed by the sound of the door being slammed open and objects falling to the ground, followed by a few dogs' barks, and then calmed down.

The lights of the ancestral hall are far away from the main gate of the Jin family, and several distant and heavy square courtyard walls block everyone's view.

Jin Zaizhong raised his head and slowly glanced in the direction from which the voice came, and the 'old man', who was nearly sixty years old, paused, and turned his gaze back:

"Tae-ho, go over and take a look."

Kim Tae-ho, who was wearing a white shirt, bowed his head in response and walked backwards out of the door of the ancestral hall.

Kim Tae-ho, who was more than 1.85 meters tall, dropped out of school at the age of 15.

But Kim Tae-ho is irritable and a little jealous and hateful, so he often fights, and walks near or far with some students in the school who have underworld relations, and gradually becomes a leading figure in his age.

Kim Tae-ho was also dissuaded from school because of this living habit, and the cause was a fight incident in which he broke the leg bone of a senior who was one level higher than him.

Kim Tae-ho, who is tall and big, was well-known in several nearby middle schools before dropping out of school, and young people of that age were still considered more masculine men when they fought or something.

Before dropping out of school, Kim Tae-ho studied taekwondo, and once won a prize in a taekwondo competition in Hyesan, so I heard that he was a very good fighter.

Later, when Kim Jae-joong rose, he arranged for Kim Tae-ho to take care of some peripheral affairs, and in recent years, Kim Tae-ho simply joined a black organization called 'One Ear' to manage some underground forces for Kim Jae-jung.

Not long after this burly young man with a ruthless temperament and experienced in the world went out, he was thrown back.

He was the overlord of the underground forces on Huishan Island, but after walking out of the ancestral hall, it took about three breaths before he flew back.

The shattered door of the house, sawdust and leaves of dead grass rolled up from the darkness and swooped into the lights of the ancestral hall. In the dim beige light, the stout human body rolled twice on the ground and fell to the ground, its bloodshot side face slightly exposed between the messy hair, and the person had obviously fainted.

Kim Jae-joong's gaze stared at the human body flying back upside down, his gaze rose little by little, and then in the darkness, a young man pushed open the thin courtyard door that was knocked open by Kim Tae-ho with one hand.

The man walked from the darkness bit by bit, his steps were like April raindrops, light and soft, and the rhythm was also of a slow and lazy type.

In the beige light, Griffith dragged in with a sack upside down. He stepped out of the infinite darkness into the light, and there seemed to be a furry darkness around him, glowing dark against a beige background.

The people in the ancestral hall turned their heads and looked at the people in the courtyard together, and the people in the courtyard looked back with sacks of burlap. His expression was calm and calm, and his gaze swept over Kim Jae-jung, who was sitting at the top, Kim Jae-il, and the people standing in two rows in the ancestral hall......

Then someone came back from the incident where Kim Tae-ho was sent back before, as if he felt that he had been suppressed before, and someone shouted in hindsight, 'Who are you, do you know what kind of place this is?' Do you know who my Kim Dae-sung is? ……’

Immediately afterwards, a bald middle-aged uncle in a silver-gray suit walked out of the ancestral hall with a gloomy face. He is probably a successful person who wants to show his face in the family, so when he walks over, he looks very strong and full of style.

"Hey, what are you doing......"

Almost less than three meters from Griffith, the man asked. He was a man of imposing force, and when he said this, he was full of anger, he straightened his arms, pointed at the latter's face, and took a step further, almost hitting the face.

Seemingly taken by the momentum of the other party, Griffith seemed to be stunned for a second, he glanced at the aggressive face of the visitor, his eyes turned against the yellow light, focused on Jin Zaizhong's body in the middle of the ancestral hall, and lowered his head to look at the old sack in his hand.

The dilapidated sack was presumably a bag of industrial fertilizer, and in the dim light, it could be faintly seen as a product of a limited company, and the name of the company was somewhat illegible because of the light and earth.

The Griffith was probably a burlap bag from the ground, or a random piece of burlap from a garbage dump, so it looked dirty and dirty, covered in dried dirt and dust everywhere.

"What about you, don't you know how to speak, do you know what kind of place this is, what do you want to do here?"

The Jin man in the silver-white suit took another step forward, probably without getting an answer from the big demon, and the man asked again menacingly.

Perhaps in response, Griffith raised his hand, and he pulled up the sack that was dragging on the ground and threw it at the approaching man.

A shadow flew over, and the man in the silver suit reacted a little slower, hurriedly caught it with his hand, and then staggered by the power belt of the pocket, and shook it for a long time before standing firm.

The face of the man in the suit became gloomy, he was originally a face-loving person, but he was ignored twice, and he put a bag on it, which made him lose his demeanor a little. He was going to reprimand the other party a few words to regain some face in words, but out of the corner of his eye, he inadvertently glanced at the crack in the old sack in his hand, and the contents were vaguely reflected on the retina, making the man's momentum and expression stunned in vain:

"It's ......"

However, Griffith had already turned around at this time.

From the perspective of the ancestral hall, you can see the whole scene. Griffith had thrown the old sack over when the man was preaching, 'What are you doing here?' His body followed the sack, and when the man in the silver suit caught the bag and stabilized his figure, the young man who came after him just walked in front of him.

"I'll do this."

The sound echoed in the night, and Griffith stood in front of the man, reaching for the man's little hair and pulling him back, and the latter leaned back.

Griffith's other hand reached out from his long sleeve, and between his index and middle fingers he held a handleless dagger and touched it between the neck of the man in the silver-white suit......

In the light and shadow, two figures staggered. The fat woven bag rolled down from the latter's arms, and the slender figure staggered over, and the latter's slightly obese black shadow stood still in place for a second, and then as if it had lost power, it knelt on the ground loosely, and its head slid down from the strength of the force.

A creak, squeak, squeak like a cracked faucet spurted out of the crack where the man had fallen his head, and it was the blood that had not yet cooled down, squirting along the aorta in the chest cavity into a quiet hot spring in the night.

The man's head fell to the ground like a deflated ball, bounced once, and finally rolled down in front of the woven bag.

At this time, the old woven bag finally cracked open because it was free from the man's shackles, and the contents of it rolled out.

A mass of hairy black orbs rolled out of the woven bag, mixed with the heads of men in silver suits, and the same heads of several men.

Griffith continued to walk forward with a soft face, the fallen human body behind him, the warm blood spurted, and the cold head did not make him turn back for even a second, his gaze swept over the faces of everyone in the ancestral hall, and finally fixed on the 'old man' who was sitting in the middle of the ancestral hall, full of majesty and silence.

"I killed Prosecutor Jin's son, and I killed your wife, youngest daughter, and lover...... Their...... Well, I brought some of it for you, well, that's about it......"