A Mistaken Marriage with Mr. CEO

Chapter 819 The Way of Chongmings Return

Even if it was in their own territory, Chong Ming could still complete his final kill!

Chong Ming used such a small matter to prove his sincerity and proved his terrifying strength and power.

The group of people did not dare to hesitate any longer and immediately made a call to inform the higher ups.

Chong Ming stood on the spot and waited patiently.

Not long after, a few cars rushed down from the mountain, a group of people got off and saluted Chong Ming in unison: "Hello, Mr. Chong Ming! Mr. Chong Ming has been waiting for a long time! Our boss is up there waiting for you! "Please!"

A slight smile surfaced on Chong Ming's lips, he looked up and said: "Lead the way."

With that, a car slowly drove in behind Chong Ming, someone opened the door for Chong Ming, and Chong Ming got in.

Chong Ming would not sit in someone's car.

He was always careful.

The other party seemed to understand why Chong Ming was being so careful, and respectfully led the way.

Chong Ming sat in the car, staring straight out, his expression calm, as though he was not affected at all.

Chong Ming knew that there were countless cameras pointing at him.

As long as he acted rashly, he was afraid that countless guns would simultaneously fire at the car he was in.

Wherever Chong Ming's eyes turned, the camera would also follow.

It could be seen how much the master of this place feared Chong Ming.

From the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, only ten minutes had passed.

However, this was actually the journey of Chong Ming's return.

The moment he stood at the peak of the mountain was the moment the Night Emperor would return.

For the people on the mountain, these ten or so minutes were truly torturous.

It could also be considered a type of torture for Chong Ming.

Everything he tried his best to forget, scene after scene replayed in his mind.

He didn't know whether or not he would be able to return this time.

Yes, there was indeed no one in this world who could keep him.

But i

er demons could.

What Chong Ming was afraid of was that his heart demon would swallow up all of his rationality, he was afraid that he would hurt Shen Lu like that.

A Lord of the Dark Night with emotions, is he still the same devil?

The caravan slowly stopped at the top of the mountain.

His eyes that had been hanging down all this time were suddenly lifted.

In that moment, a bright light flashed, and a chilling intent emanated from all directions.

This was the real Chong Ming.

The car door opened, and Chong Ming slowly got out.

The moment he stood up straight, everyone in the surroundings couldn't help but tremble in fear.

The Chong Ming from before, had really returned.

As Chong Ming walked in with large strides, the surrounding people couldn't help but all take a step back and stand to his side with half a bow so Chong Ming could enter.

Chong Ming did not even glance at his as he walked forward.

The scarlet carpet beneath his feet seemed to be soaked in the blood of countless people, giving off a chilling aura.

From the bottom of Chong Ming's feet, it went all the way to the Throne's feet.

From afar, a middle aged man with well-trained features walked over with large strides, greeting Chong Ming from afar: "Mr. Chong Ming, long time no see."

Chong Ming looked left and right, but didn't pay any attention to him.

In the next second, a figure flashed out from the shadows and appeared in front of the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man's expression suddenly changed.

Before he could say anything, a short, fat man who was busy polishing antiques at the top of the steps said, "Orson, don't be rude. Mr. Chong Ming, is not an existence that you can reach. "

The refined and vicious man immediately bowed and retreated.

Chong Ming slowly walked up the stairs, casually picked up the antiques that had been wiped, and seemingly very casually spoke: "Looks like Uncle Zhan Mu has gained a hobby recently."

Zhan Mu immediately replied with a laugh, "Since I'm old, I can only have this hobby. May I know what are your instructions for Mr. Chong Ming's visit? "

Chong Ming smiled slightly, put down the antique in his hand, turned around and sat opposite of Zhan Mu, and didn't take herself as an outsider at all.

Zhan Mu also put down her antique and walked over with a limp and a walking stick as she sat down at the side.

Someone brought in coffee and snacks, Chong Ming did not even look at them, and went straight to the point: "Although Uncle Zhan Mu is already half hidden, but her treasure blade is not old, and there are still many treasures in her hands. The reason I came here this time is to ask Uncle Zhan Mu, whether the experimental data and medicine that my father did in the past are still preserved? "

The corner of Zhan Mu's eyes twitched intensely a few times: "Mr. Chong Ming sure knows how to joke around. Why is this thing in my hands? "

Chong Ming did not seem to mind, he lifted the coffee cup with his fingers and ran his fingers around the rim of the cup before lightly sniffing the aroma of the coffee. He did not drink it, but held it in his hand and spoke gently: "Uncle Zhan Mu, are you worried that I would make a move here?"

Zhan Mu quickly shifted her gaze, and chuckled: "No need for that."

"Uncle Zhan Mu has already surrounded this hill like an iron bucket, don't tell me she is not afraid that I will carry it here?" Chong Ming did not plan to give the other party any face at all, and said straightforwardly: "This time, it can be considered that I did not hide my tracks. This is also my friendly signal to Uncle Zhan Mu. It's just that I didn't expect that Uncle Zhan Mu didn't seem to trust me that much. There's probably more than ten tons of explosives buried under this seat, right? "

Zhan Mu's face suddenly changed!

It was true that there were explosives buried underground, but how did Chong Ming know about it?

Chong Ming looked at the places that were filled with explosives.

Not a single one of them was wrong!

A layer of cold sweat emerged on Zhan Mu's back.

This Chong Ming seemed to be even more terrifying than a few years ago!

No wonder no one in this world had been able to catch him.

How many spies did he have? How many intelligence agencies did he have?

"This time, I really want to have a good talk with Uncle Zhan Mu." Chong Ming leaned back in his chair, smiled evilly, and raised a strand of short red hair. His eyes flashed with a cold light: "Of course, if you can't talk properly, then -"

Although Chong Ming did not say the following words, their meaning was obvious.

If he couldn't get what he wanted, then he would destroy everything here.

He always did.

As expected, the fat on Zhan Mu's face trembled, and immediately said: "No no, I was only there to serve your father in the past. Now that you have inherited the family, everything will naturally be handed over to you. It's just that, after so many years, no one has touched these things in a long time. I'm not sure if it's still there, or if it's still there. "

"You only need to tell me where it is." Chong Ming's sinister gaze swept over Zhan Mu, without a trace of anger.

"Of course." Zhan Mu immediately smiled apologetically: "This is originally something that belongs to Mr. Chong Ming, I am only keeping it for him."