On the tenth day of the third month, it is advisable to have birthdays, marriages, sacrifices, and burials.

Today, the first family in Bincheng celebrated the 60th birthday of the head Zong Shengchang. The birthday banquet was chosen on the top of the five-star hotel in his own house. The entire building was from top to bottom. The thirty-third floor was filled with colorful flags and ribbons, and the eyes were full of flowers and longevity, which was very lively.

At the corner of the street, in a black off-road vehicle, Xia Chenglong looked at the bustling crowd, his eyes getting colder and colder.

Half a year ago, his old comrade Zhao Qingshan's father passed away. On the way home to attend the funeral, he suddenly called, and the content almost made him reach Bincheng on the spot.

However, the border war was urgent at that time, and the foreign enemy was looking at it. He really couldn't get rid of it. When everything was finished, the person had already...

"Brother Long, the woman surnamed Zong really has a illusion when marrying my father. My father and my brother died strangely!"

"Brother Long, I underestimated that woman. Brother is here...my sister, please ask you!"

When he thought of his life and death brother who had been side by side with him and was killed by a traitor in order to save him several times, resulting in the journey of martial arts promotion from then on. He just went home to attend a funeral for his father and was killed by a traitor. Xia Chenglong felt like a knife was slashed.

If it weren't for Qingshan, he would have died in the battlefield long ago. How could he still be today?

Now that I hurried to Bincheng, I ran into a woman who killed her brother's family and was having her father's birthday. The momentum was so great that it was really a great irony to him!

"Wang, Xiaoxiaozong family, why bother you to take action? You can push them evenly by sending me a trip!"

The adjutant in the driving seat looked at Xia Chenglong with confusion, his eyes full of admiration. Not only for him, but also for the soldiers in the entire Dahua War Zone, Xia Chenglong is a legend, a living legend, and a spiritual belief.

Although this Zong family dominates one side, it is vulnerable to real power. There is no need for Xia Chenglong to take action himself. Just one word from him, countless forces will immediately run for him, and the Zong family will collapse in an instant.

"Heihu, Qingshan is my brother and he is a life-saving grace to me. If someone else does this, how can I, Xia Chenglong, stand between this world?"

Xia Chenglong felt extremely guilty and rarely explained a few more words. Otherwise, people like him, like his current status, and act as they please, how can they explain to others?

"King, I understand."

The burly man nicknamed Black Tiger lowered his head slightly, but his heart was in a state of great excitement.

"It's okay, let's get off."

After saying that, Xia Chenglong tightened his military casual clothes, opened the door and got out of the car, and the two-meter-tall black tiger followed closely behind.

The whole street was filled with people and bustling, as lively as a temple fair decades ago. It guarded the country's gate at the border. For Xia Chenglong, who had never seen prosperity for many years, it was fresh everywhere.

However, the towering five-star hotel in the distance was extremely annoying. That place was originally a ancestral hall where the Zhao family worshipped their ancestors.

"Aunt Zong, is Zong Xueqin?"

Xia Chenglong walked forward while chewing the name while his mouth was chewing on his lips. His sharp aura revealed extraordinaryness everywhere and his momentum was so strong that the crowd would automatically avoid wherever he passed.

After marrying Mr. Zhao, Zong Xueqin worked with her mother's family. She first killed the men of the Zhao family one by one, annexed the Zhao family's Jiye, and finally cut off Mr. Zhao's head with her own hands. Even Zhao Qingshan, who returned from the front line to attend the funeral, did not escape the murderous actions of this woman and the Zong family and died on the streets.

After that, all the women and children of the Zhao family were dispersed, and the entire Zhao family no longer existed. Even the Zhao family ancestral hall, which worshipped the spiritual positions of the ancestors, was occupied by the Zong family and changed to a hotel to welcome and send to.

The Zong family did not feel ashamed of this cruel method of being conscient, but was proud of it. After the publication, they became more and more arrogant. They bullied men and women for a while and were famous for their reputation. No one in Bincheng dared to go against their will, and the Zong family became even more arrogant.

In the crowd, Xia Chenglong walked into this towering five-star hotel, his eyes becoming more and more cold, and he was sleeping here for a long time. His ancestors of the Zhao family, who have been worshipping incense for future generations for hundreds of years, looked at the lively scene of the Zong family today, and I wonder what they would feel?

All of my millions of tigers in the East China Sea war zone are comrades of the Zhao family. Today, I will seek justice for you!

...

With a wave of salutes, Zong Shengchang, the owner of the birthday party, walked into the banquet hall surrounded by a group of filial sons and grandchildren.

"I am not talented, but I have troubled you all the guests on my birthday. I am really frightened! Here, I thank you!"

Zong Shengchang is thin and has no wrinkles on his face. His slender eyes are very energetic. He keeps smiling all the time on his face, which gives people the illusion of wearing a mask.

"You are polite, Mr. Zong!"

"Old Zong is so angry that we are waiting for juniors!"

"I'm going to celebrate your birthday!"

Countless responses came from the crowd, and everyone present was impressed by Zong Shengchang's demeanor. The old man is now in Bincheng, but he is the first sign. He is willing to bend down to thank him now, which is enough to give the congratulatory people. For a moment, the guys who gave the heavy gifts all felt that their faces were shining.

Xia Chenglong's eyes condensed, and Zong Shengchang was surrounded by a young woman in her thirty years old. She was beautiful and charming, and her eyes were circulating. It was Zong Xueqin, who directed the tragedy of the Zhao family!

This woman now has countless industries in her hands. Even in the Zong family, only her scheming father can hold her head. She is really full of energy. At this time, Zong Xueqin just held her father's arms. Although she didn't say a word, she also showed her status in the family.

After saying a few polite words, Zong Shengchang joked with the releasing junior, which made the atmosphere in the banquet hall feel high. Taking the opportunity, a clever man from a grandson jumped out and read the gift list loudly.

"Director Liu from Wancheng Group gave a Jade Jade Mountain worth 45 million!"

"Boss Li from Hongda Group gave a painting of calligraphy and painting by Mu Qiubai, a famous man in the previous dynasty, worth 67 million!"

"Mr. Hongda, a Hong family in Linbo City, sent a pair of gilded longevity bottles in the palace of the previous dynasty, worth 80 million!"

...

There were bursts of surprises from time to time in the crowd. Zong Shengchang sat upright in the main seat, smiling with slender eyes, but he kept thinking in his heart that whoever gave something, what he asked for, and who had nothing to ask for was paving the way for the future...

In charge of the huge clan family, all the top wealthy families in Nanjun Province every day were all the best families. Zong Shengchang had to make plans all the time. If he couldn't make plans, he would offend others at the least, and would lay mines for the future.

Zong Xueqin, the woman who was a snake and scorpion, just stood beside Zong Shengchang with a smile, gently pinching his father's shoulders, like an ordinary maid, hiding deeply.

"All the gift lists have been read, can there be any missing?"

The junior of the Zong family was sweating profusely and recited it at the top of his lungs for nearly an hour. Even though he practiced martial arts diligently on weekdays, his body was strong, and he couldn't bear it.

At this time, a thick voice suddenly sounded in the crowd: "Bincheng Zhao family, a mourning post is given!"
Chapter completed!