At the same time, outside the Drum Tower Church, on the square.

A camouflage Thunder off-road vehicle is slowly approaching from a distance.

With a light brake, the Thunder stopped in front of the square.

Ning Gang respectfully opened the car door for Mr.

Chen Junlin was dressed in a straight suit, his eyes were calm and indifferent, and he slowly got out of the car.

Ning Gang took out two funeral wreaths from the off-road vehicle.

The wreaths were bought yesterday, and on each of the two wreaths were written two couplets in vigorous font.

"Sir, I'll carry it up for you." Ning Gang bowed down and was about to carry the wreath for Mr.

"No need, you... Stay outside and wait. Chen Junlin indifferently refused.

"I'll go alone." After saying that, he personally picked up the two wreaths and walked in the direction of the church step by step.

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In the Drum Tower Church, everyone bowed their heads, and hundreds of people prayed with the priest with incense in their hands, sending off the deceased.

Before his death, Qian Xuyang was a Jiangnan masterpiece. Vertical and horizontal shopping malls, covering the sky with one hand.

Now, after his death, he will also enjoy the respect of countless people and see him off.

This is the spirit of Qianjiang Bank.

Even if the person is dead.

However, even if it is a funeral, it has to be held... And it's grand!

And, right now.

"Crunch." Bang.

Suddenly... The door of the church was slowly pushed open.

In the quiet church, everyone heard the sliding door.

Inside the church, people turned their heads and looked at the door of the church in confusion......

At the door of the church, a young figure stood calmly.

He carried two wreaths in his hands, with a touch of curvature at the corners of his mouth, and strode into the church step by step.

'Pacing, pacing, pacing. The sound of black leather shoes trampling on the ground clearly echoed in the air of thousands of square meters of church.

In front of the church, in the center of the circular platform.

Su Qian raised her head slightly, looked at the figure with beautiful eyes, and looked at the figure suspiciously.

Rumble! Her heart trembled! The incense stick in his hand shook to the ground with fright.

Because, she saw an unforgettable figure!

"Is it him...?"

"It's him...?!" Su Qianqiao's face turned pale, and the high heels under the white skirt were involuntarily taken a step back.

At this time, Qian Peng finally raised his head.

Qian Peng glanced at the frightened Su Qian, and then... He looked at the young figure again.

"Who is it?" Qian Peng's eyes condensed slightly and asked.

Su Qian's lips trembled, and her voice trembled, "Chen... Chen Junlin ......"

Swish! Hearing these three words, Qian Peng's complexion changed suddenly!

Chen Junlin?!

He is Chen Junlin!

The murderer of his own son?!

Three days ago, on the day her son was killed, Su Qian had already informed Qian Peng of Chen Junlin's identity. Of course, Su Qian hid the key part, that is, the secret of Chen Junlin's title, and that day... A scene of endless soldiers and horses.

It's not that Su Qian doesn't want to explain, but she doesn't dare to say it.

Chen Junlin threatened, if he dared to reveal half a word, he would be slaughtered all over the house!

Su Qian can't afford this price. She was still scared.

At this time, when Qian Peng heard the name 'Chen Junlin', the whole person... The face is cold and hideous, the fists are clenched, and the green tendons all over the body are emerging!

The revenge of killing the son is not shared!

Today, such an important funeral ceremony for the second son!

This murderer... How dare you come to the scene?!

In the huge church of thousands of square meters, the atmosphere seems a little oppressive.

All the guests present sensed that something was wrong.

Everyone turned their acquaintances to the young figure who stepped in from the door.

Chen Junlin was dressed in a straight suit, holding two wreaths in his hands, and walked calmly through the carpet of the church towards the center.

The guests around were shocked at first.

But soon, people find out that something is wrong?

The young man was holding two wreaths, each with a couplet.

It stands to reason that giving a wreath and writing a couplet, it's nothing.

But, the content of this young man's two couplets is shocking and appalling!

On Chen Junlin's wreath couplet, only two paragraphs were written, eight words!

Left Union: [Heaven wants you to die]

Right link: [I have to die]

It's, it's literal!

Who is there anyone who has such a couplet at a funeral?

, it's a blood feud with the Qian family, right?

Otherwise, who would dare to send such a couplet!

You know, this is the funeral of the dead! The funeral of the Qian family's Qian Gongzi!

Originally, just a few guests saw the wreath and the opposite side.

But then, more and more people... I saw these two couplets.

"Look...... He sent the couplet, the content written! ”

"I'll ...... What the is crazy, isn't it? This is... You want to be the enemy of the Qian family?! ”

"This person, I'm afraid I don't want to live......"

In the church, the faces of the guests were shocked and complicated, and they all bowed their heads and exchanged words.

Everyone was shocked by the young man's behavior.

Chen Junlin's eyes were calm and his breath was indifferent, under the gaze of countless people from all over the world...... Just step by step, towards the center of the auditorium.

The head of the Qian family, Qian Peng, had a cold face, his fists clenched, and he stared coldly at the figure in front of him.

"Stop him." Qian Peng's eyes were bright, and he forcibly endured the murderous intent in his heart, and spit out three words.

With his order.

In all directions, a large group of bodyguards in black suits surged out in an instant.

Today, the funeral of the eldest son of Qianjiang Bank is a big scene.

The Qian family, how could there be no preparations?

Outside the church, hundreds of Qian family security forces maintain order at any time.

At this time, groups of bodyguards rushed in with the order.

Almost in the blink of an eye, Chen Jun was surrounded by a sea of black and oppressive people.

Throughout the church, the atmosphere was solemn and solemn.

faintly, revealing a murderous intent.

However, Chen Junlin was still light and light, he slowly raised his head, and his eyes lightly swept around the sea of people.

"Why, don't you welcome me?" The corners of his mouth curled.

Brush and brush! There are countless seas of people around, and they all pull out electric batons!

This is, a hands-on stance?!

The smile on the corner of Chen Junlin's mouth was even worse, he picked up two wreaths, then lifted his black shiny leather shoes, and continued to step forward.

"Up!" In the center of the church, Qian Peng shouted loudly.

At that moment, countless seas of people in all directions rushed in an instant, bombarding towards Chen Junlin.

The distance between the black shadow encirclement and Chen Junlin... Zoom out in an instant!

However, Chen Junlin did not change his face.

Step by step, he stepped forward.

At the moment when the sea of people in front of him was about to collide with him.

His figure finally moved.

His left leg, in an arc, rose rapidly.

That's the speed, it's the limit.

Even the human eye can't catch it.

You can only see... A terrifying shadow of the legs swept by.

Whip legs, sweep.

Break a thousand troops!

"Whoa......!" At that moment, there was an endless sea of people in front of him, pushing down like a tide.

The scene was shocking and unbelievable.

A sea of people, devastating... Bombarded by a terrifying force... They all howled and fell to the ground.

The sea of people overlapped, and they fell to the ground horizontally, and there was a miserable howl.

Chen Junlin's breath was indifferent and stood on the spot.

One person, in the blink of an eye, dozens of people flying away?

It's simply !

This is the first time since he returned to Jiangnan... Take it personally.

Even, as far as he's concerned... It's not a shot.

Just swept the long legs, and the sea of people in front of him changed as if they had lost their center of gravity, and they fell down with a bang.

This is fundamentally vulnerable.

Around the church, all the guests saw this scene with their own eyes...... Completely shocked, unbelievable?!

This is!

One person, sweeping thousands of armies?!

Chen Junlin's eyes were indifferent, he raised the wreath, stepped on the body of the bodyguard who was howling everywhere with his leather shoes, and walked to the center of the church step by step.

He lifted his leather shoes and stepped onto the stage.

At this moment, all directions, all goals, are focused on him.

Chen Junlin came to the funeral home and put two wreaths... Slowly put it down.

Then, he raised his eyes... His eyes met those of Qian Peng on the stage.

The eyes of the two collided.

Murderous spree.

Like a sword meets a sword!