Strongest Immortal Reborn In City

In Soong Family Head's point of view, which one of them wasn't ruthless enough to become the overlord of a region?    

    

Meng Ran would only bury his bright future because of this woman's kindness. Therefore, in Soong Zhengde's opinion, this grandson of his would only be reduced to a chess piece of someone else in Yanjing. It was inevitable that he would fail.    

    

As the saying went, the tomb of a hero in a gentle village was no different from this.    

    

Soong Junxiong was worthy of being Soong Zhengde's eldest son. He had already completely understood the fatal weakness of his nephew. He smiled coldly and seemed to be confident. He said confidently:    

    

"Since indecisive and soft-hearted are the fatal weakness of this little beast, we will start from this aspect. So, to deal with him, we only need to control the life and death of his parents!"    

    

Soong Zhengde laughed and reminded even more. "Besides his parents, since Fourth Brother is his aunt and has helped his family so much in private, my good grandson's character must be repaid for his kindness. So Fourth Brother is also a key chess piece for us to control Meng Ran!"    

    

Soong Junxiong suddenly realized what was happening. The father and son couldn't help but look at each other and let out sinister laughter.    

    

After a long time, Soong Junxiong asked intentionally or unintentionally, "Father, I heard that Third Sister started a company in Jiangnan. It has been flourishing for the past few years. We..."    

    

Soong Zhengde did not mind. He waved his hand and interrupted him. "It's fine. Let her make a fuss. My good daughter thinks that she can break away from my control after severing her relationship with the family. How could she not know that she has never escaped from my grasp?"    

    

"My people have already been planted by her side for a long time. How could I not know about her every move? Hahaha... "    

    

In a short period of time, the conversation between the father and son revealed shocking secrets one after another. Unfortunately, no one knew about their conversation...    

    

Just as Yanjing City was about to make a move, the Jiangnan Province, which was thousands of miles away from it, was also in a state of turmoil.    

    

In the blue sky, a luxurious private jet flew past.    

    

According to the original plan, this private jet should be heading straight to the Jiangbei Province of Splendid Nation, Jiangzhou City. However, for some reason, it changed the route at the last minute, heading south all the way to the south of the Yangtze River!    

    

It was almost evening. Not only did this luxurious plane use high-tech means to avoid the surveillance of the Jiangnan military, it also landed in Wuzhou City of the Jiangnan Province!    

    

As the cabin door opened, tall men wearing black windbreakers and gentlemen hats walked out one after another.    

    

Strangely, this group of people were like human-shaped machines. From the beginning until the end, they did not speak a single word. They gave off a cold and emotionless feeling.    

    

This group of men were actually all Western European nobles with blond hair and blue eyes!    

    

No, that's not right!    

    

Their eyes were not sky blue, but... they were blood red!    

    

In the twilight, the twenty something figures in black were like demons in the dark night. Their blood red eyes were terrifying, and their bodies were filled with blood. It was as if they had stepped out from a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. The thick smell of blood was suffocating.    

    

Wait! What was that?    

    

At that moment, they could vaguely see a huge pitch-black object being slowly lifted out of the cabin. It looked like... a coffin!    

    

This group of Western European nobles actually used luxurious passenger planes to transport coffins!?    

    

What was even more shocking was that one of the slightly aged elders actually came to the front of the coffin with a fanatical expression. He bowed and whispered a few words as if he had received a response and actually nodded his head repeatedly.    

    

A few minutes later, with a wave of the old man's hand, this group of Western European nobles, who appeared to be strange and ghastly, carried the coffin and rushed in a certain direction.    

    

Without exception, they all stepped into the air!