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Most reporters questioned the images released by the police and the so-called truth, but as the images on the big screen changed, fewer and fewer reporters questioned them.

Anyone with a brain can tell whether the photos and videos of the five Intelligence Bureau agents who pretended to be garrison and committed crimes in a foreign country are true or false.

At the end of the scene, the wives, children or parents of the five people begged the Hong Kong police for forgiveness in tears, revealing their true feelings.

The five agents who had suffered Hong Yong's torture and extorted confessions and whose will had broken down were now in tears, eager to regain their freedom and return to their relatives.

Photos can be faked, videos can be faked, but family love is difficult to fake.

Hundreds of reporters were silent.

On the stage, Luo Bingwen, who seemed calm, capable and powerful, also breathed a sigh of relief because he had achieved his goal.

The truth is revealed.

The thugs will lose their reason to cause chaos.

Citizens who originally supported the rioters out of anger will regain their rationality.

"I believe that with the joint efforts of the authorities and all citizens, peace will soon be restored in Xiangjiang. I also firmly believe that those who disrupt the tranquility of Xiangjiang, undermine the rule of law in Xiangjiang, and endanger the safety of citizens are our common enemies!"

Luo Bingwen's words were sonorous and powerful.

Some reporters were silent.

Some reporters look at me and I look at you.

Some reporters couldn't help but applaud.

This press conference was broadcast live and was shown on TVs in thousands of households and on big screens in shopping malls.

However, half of the newspapers and magazines were still unwilling to publicize the press conference, and even found fault with the police, continuing to question and criticize the police.

The remaining newspapers and magazines gave the police favorable reviews.

F State Bacheng.

Chen Hao was drinking afternoon tea in the manor, which was originally the centerpiece of the Saint Clan, and answered a call from Ren Jun.

Ren Jun reported on the latest situation in Xiangjiang.

"The thugs have lost the command of the M State Intelligence Agency, and their channels for obtaining funds have been cut off by us. They are already grasshoppers after the fall. Now that the truth is out, the citizens of Xiangjiang who want to live a stable life will no longer support them."

"You guys did a great job."

Chen Hao smiled and praised Ren Jun.

"Young master Chen has laid out a good plan, and if we don't do it well, we will be useless." Ren Jun was not flattering.

A few years ago, he didn't understand why Mr. Chen asked Blackstone to secretly acquire some media, newspapers, and magazines.

In this incident, he finally understood the role of Hong Kong's local media, tabloids, and magazines that were secretly controlled by Blackstone.

There is no reason to speak loudly.

This statement is too one-sided.

Even if he is a heinous villain, countless people praise him against their will, and people who don't know the truth will naturally think that he is a good person.

Whether there are conflicts between people or conflicts between countries, if you have reasons but cannot speak out, you will not only feel aggrieved, but you may also suffer big losses.

"Master Chen, you are so amazing!"

Ren Jun hung up the phone and sighed to Hong Yong.

"Old Ren, you have said this hundreds of times over the years." Hong Yong teased Ren Jun with a smile.

Ren Jun smiled.

The two raised their glasses to celebrate their upcoming victory.

Thousands of miles away.

Chen Hao took a sip of coffee with a calm expression and fiddled with his cell phone to contact Ran Cheng.

"Book me a flight ticket from Bacheng to Xiangjiang tomorrow. I want a Jianglong Airlines ticket."

"You don't want to take a special plane?"

Ran Cheng asked subconsciously.

"Don't sit down."

Chen Hao didn't say much and hung up the phone.

The Xiangjiang riots are coming to an end.

It's time for the butcher knife he raised to fall.

Jianglong Airlines was the most active in this riot, so he would kill Jianglong Airlines first.

The next day.

Chen Hao left the manor.

Howard and more than a dozen men and women watched Chen Hao's Mercedes-Benz G drive away. Their mood did not get better and was still heavy.

"A sacred object that has been passed down for thousands of years was just taken away by him..."

A middle-aged man wished he could kill Chen Hao.

"He will be punished."

Howard stared at the off-road vehicle that was about to leave his sight, his face gloomy, and in addition to murderous intent and hatred, he was also a little uneasy.

This uneasiness has nothing to do with Chen Hao, but his fear of unknown things.

...............

It looks like an island on the top of a mountain, with an ancient castle standing at the top.

Perhaps too old, this castle still looks eerie even against the golden glow of the setting sun.

In the sky, a helicopter flew over the island and landed within the castle walls.

The helicopter door opened, and Howard, a man and a woman got out one after another.

At the same time, an old man with messy hair and a stooped body came towards Howard with two men wearing hooded black robes and metal masks.

"Howard, you haven't been here for a long time." The hunched old man raised his head, and the messy white hair that originally covered most of his face was blown by the sea breeze.

At this moment, the old man showed his true face.

The man and woman who came with Howard were obviously stunned for a moment.

The old man's face, which seemed to have been burned by fire, was ferocious and terrifying, which irritated the man and the woman.

"The last time I came here was thirty-one years ago." Howard recalled the past and secretly lamented how time flies.

"You really want to do that?"

the hunched old man asked Howard.

"The holy clan that has been passed down for thousands of years was forced to surrender by an oriental boy. Is there anything I can't do? If my ancestors had spirits, they would understand me."

Howard's mind was made up.

The hunched old man said: "The matter has come to this, I won't stop you, but I have to remind you that maybe there is nothing inside, and your idea is in vain. Maybe it is Pandora's box. Once opened, all life will be destroyed."

"I would rather all lives be destroyed than to allow the Saints to be trampled under the feet of that kid!" Howard burst out with momentum as he spoke.

The man and woman standing behind Howard stood in awe.

"well said."

The hunched old man laughed, his laughter harsh and terrifying, "Then you follow me."

The old man led the way and the group entered the castle.

There are no electric lights in the castle, so it is illuminated by candles.

In the innermost part of the dark hall, stands a statue over five meters high.

This statue is shaped like Satan in Western mythology, and is exactly the image of the ancestor described in the legend of the saints.

Howard and the stooped old man came to the statue and saluted reverently, and the others followed suit.

Li Bi.

The hunched old man came to the statue, reached out and pressed the small disc in the center of the front of the statue's base.

He turned the disk.

The floor of the hall immediately shook.

Following Howard, the man and woman were surprised, looking left and right, and saw the ground opening up, revealing an entrance deep into the ground.

The hunched old man walked over first.

Howard followed.

The old man came to the entrance and said to the man and woman brought by Howard: "You stay here. Only the elders can enter the forbidden area."

A man and a woman had no choice but to stop.

The two men wearing hooded black robes and metal masks did not continue to follow the old man and guard the entrance.

Howard and the hunched old man walked into the deep passage leading underground one after another.