Chapter 435: The Bloody Butcher, The Beauty of Blood-Stained Wind Twelve

American Alliance, Los Angeles.

The red sun rose from the east, full of vitality, and the bright sunlight poured into Qinghong Villa, giving the flowers and trees within the manor an exuberant life under its embrace.

However—

On such a bright and sunny morning, all members of the Qinghong Organization felt a chill throughout their bodies.

All of this was because, just a few minutes earlier, Chen Feilian's terrifying aura erupted like a volcano, and his cold murderous intent was like the snow in March, causing the temperature within the villa to drop suddenly.

In Villa No. 2 of the villa's main building, Chen Feilian, who had returned from the Southeast Asia Special Zone, sat in front of his desk with a terribly somber expression.

Although he had said that he didn't care about sacrificing the entire Nanqinghong, the fact that Nanqinghong had been bloodily purged and that Fang Han, his chess piece, had become a dead piece, still made him very angry.