On the premise of knowing the other party's overall plan, he deployed a thorough countermeasure plan, and invited a super master like Chen Hansheng to come over as insurance.

In the eyes of the top leaders of the Hongmen, this battle is impossible to lose no matter what.

But they lost.

Lose badly!

After decades of overseas, the powerful Hongmen lost in the hands of such a young descendant.

None of the high-level leaders of Hongmen could accept this result, but the facts were in front of them.

Only now did they know how terrifying Zhao Junhao was.

This man is simply a god of war!

He really provoked an existence that he couldn't afford to provoke.

Unfortunately, it was too late for them to understand this.

Zhao Junhao jumped up, crossed the hole in the ceiling, and landed steadily on the fourth floor.

His gaze slowly swept over the faces of the high-ranking members of the Hongmen, stopping at the president of the Hongmen.

The president swallowed involuntarily.

As the leader of a huge organization with a gang of 100,000 people, the president of Hongmen can be said to be powerful.

Wherever you go, no matter who you are, you have to pay three respects to him.

But now, he found that he had no support in front of Zhao Junhao, just like an ant under Zhao Junhao's feet.

As long as Zhao Junhao is happy, he can be crushed to death at any time, but he has no power to resist.

For the first time in his life, the leader of this huge organization felt such intense fear and despair.

But fortunately, after all, he is the president of the high-ranking Hongmen, and he is a person who has really experienced the storm and seen the world.

Even in this case, he did not completely lose his mind.

He took a deep breath.

"Can we sit down and talk?"

Now, the defeat is irretrievable, and there is no escape, and his only trick is to cut the flesh to save his life.

It's just that Zhao Junhao has no intention of negotiating with him at all.

He stretched out his hand and grabbed the chief by the neck.

Just a slight twist.

A crisp sound was heard.

Zhao Junhao killed a chicken like this, killing the faith of 100,000 people in Hongmen, the most powerful godfather among overseas Chinese.

Then, Zhao Junhao grabbed the neck of the president and dragged his body outside.

At this time, the people brought by Zhao Junhao and the people from Hongmen were still fighting on the first floor.

Zhao Junhao threw the body of the president directly from the fourth floor.

"Smack!"

As the body of the chief boss fell to the ground, the people around him immediately found out.

"It's the president! Oh, my God! The president is dead! ”

The panic of a few people soon turned into the panic of all Hongmen personnel.

The fighting stopped, and everyone looked up at the fourth floor.

Zhao Junhao stood there, high above him like a god.

"This is the fate of being my enemy!"

"No matter how powerful you are, you will have to die if you cover the sky with one hand!"

"All lay down your weapons and get on your knees!"

Zhao Junhao's voice kept echoing in the huge steel mill.

The Hongmen people on the first floor were stunned for a few seconds, and they didn't know who was the first to throw the knife in their hands on the ground.

Then, one by one, they laid down their weapons, fell to their knees like dominoes.

They weren't afraid to fight the people of the big circle, nor were they afraid to fight the people of the Hell Angels, but they were really chilled by Zhao Junhao's killing.

Even the president died at the hands of this man, and if he did not bow his knees and surrender, I am afraid that he would be the next to die.

On this night, Zhao Junhao was almost alone and conquered the entire Hongmen.

Since then, in the glorious history of Hongmen, it has added an extremely humiliating stroke.