What he attended was a celebration cocktail party held by the Shaolin Temple in Mainland China.

It is said that the Shaolin Temple has raised HK$600 million in financing in Hong Kong, all from major financial groups in Hong Kong. The purpose is to continue to expand the influence of the Shaolin Temple, open branches around the world, and build a huge business empire.

Zhou Yi remembers clearly that if there are no accidents, Shaolin Temple will be listed on the market in more than two years.

For being able to turn a religious temple into a business group and go public, I have to admire that fat and white monk Shi Yongxin.

But these have nothing to do with Zhou Yi.

After he entered the hall, there were a bunch of men and women who looked like jewels and successful people.

At this time, a sound diffused by the microphone spread throughout the hall.

"All the donors present are good believers of Shaolin Temple. The poor monk is grateful to you for believing in our Buddha. This time, raising money for incense in Xiangjiang will be able to spread the belief in our Buddha and Dharma further, Amitabha."

A monk with a fair-skinned face, wearing bright red cassocks and monk's robes, stood in the center of the hall, with a compassionate smile on his face, holding a microphone to express his thanks to the many successful people present.

It is obviously a business cooperation, but in this monk's mouth, he can spit out so many Buddhist terms.

It sounds like these businessmen cooperated with them to invest, as if they were converted to Buddhism.

This monk speaks lotus flowers, and with his business ability, he is definitely not inferior to those professional elites.

No wonder the Shaolin Temple has been recruiting monks these years, and the minimum educational requirements are 985 and 211 to get in. This is where it turns out to be useful.

But those people still seemed to enjoy it. After all, a business cooperation was packaged in such a stylish way and sounded good, which made them feel more comfortable.

"The poor monk is a monk, so he drinks tea instead of wine to celebrate the six of you who have become my great followers of Shaolin."

As he said that, the fat white monk raised a tea cup and bowed slightly to the six men and women in front of him.

Those six men and women are the six largest shareholders of Shaolin Temple in Xiangjiang this time, and one of them is the Dong Group.

Dong Fanjie raised his wine glass with a smile on his face and raised it to the fat white monk.

It was his father's intention to invest in the Shaolin Temple this time, but asking him to attend it was obviously beginning to cultivate his abilities in all aspects, hoping that he would soon be able to take charge of his own affairs.

Ding ding.

The sound of clinking goblets was heard.

The atmosphere in the hall was extremely harmonious.

However, at this moment, Dong Fanjie glanced out of the corner of his eye.

suddenly.

His face was ashen, and he screamed in terror as if he had seen a ghost.

"ah……"

As soon as he screamed, the beautiful music in the hall suddenly stopped.

Everyone was startled by his voice and their expressions changed.

What happened?

Next, it's in full view.

When they saw Dong Fanjie, it was as if they had seen a living ghost, and they wanted to run away.

However, the next moment.

The hall was filled with screams.

immediately.

Everyone saw this scene.

A young man pinched the neck of Dong Fanjie, one of today's six major shareholders, and lifted him out of thin air.

Dong Fanjie's face was congested with blood at this moment, and his veins were bulging. His eyes were full of fear and fear for Zhou Yi, and his feet were kicking wildly in mid-air.

He is like a suffocating chicken at the moment!

Dong Fanjie would never have thought that Zhou Yi would seek revenge on him a year later.

And everyone here was so frightened by this scene that they screamed.

Which of the nobles and rich men in the upper class has seen such a terrible scene, and who has not cherished his life as much as gold!

In an instant, this place seemed to have turned into a magnificent barn.

Those rich people have turned into hopping mice.

The scene was once funny and ridiculous.

Zhou Yi looked at Dong Fanjie, who was gradually suffocating when he lifted him up, and said calmly: "Send a gunman to assassinate me, and now I come to you for revenge. Is it fair? After all, in this world, no matter who you are, you have to do something for yourself.

You must bear the consequences.”

"Are you right?"

Dong Fanjie was fluttering in the air, unable to say a word, his face had turned purple, and his eyes gradually turned white.

In the end, only a squeaking sound was heard.

Zhou Yi let go of his hand and Dong Fanjie fell to the ground.

Already dead.

"Dead, dead!"

I don't know who screamed loudly.

All the people who were running away like crazy turned back to take a look, and their faces turned pale with fear.

I saw Dong Fanjie lying on the ground with a purple face, as terrifying as a hanged ghost. No one who saw this look would think that he was still alive.

"Really killed someone!"

The rich here seemed to have a bolt from the blue in their hearts.

"Help, help, call security, call the police!"

"Someone killed someone here!"

At this time, someone reacted faster than those who called the police because he had already recognized it.

"It's Zhou Yi!"

Shi Lianxin's expression changed, and then he shouted in shock.

He is the monk from the Shaolin Temple's branch in Xiangjiang who Zhou Yi kicked off the plum blossom pile a year ago.

If you hear the word "xin" in his name, you will know that he and the contemporary Shaolin abbot Shi Yongxin are brothers of the same generation.

"What? He is that Zhou Yi!"

The fat white monk next to him was shocked at this moment.

Although he is only a business monk of Shaolin Temple, because of Shaolin Temple's status in the martial arts circle, he naturally also knows a lot about the affairs of the martial arts world.

He didn't expect that the man who walked into the most luxurious hotel in Hong Kong and killed people in broad daylight was actually Zhou Yi, the invincible man who had beaten all over Hong Kong a year ago!

"He, he killed Dong Fanjie, what should we do now!"

The fat and white monk asked at a loss. He was just a business person. When he saw the dead people here, he didn't panic and run away. This already showed his extraordinary calmness.

But facing such a terrifying master who frequently kills people, he has no solution at all and can only hope that his colleague Shi Lianxin will make the decision.

Shi Lianxin looked at Zhou Yi after killing Dong Fanjie, as if he had done something casual, and then turned around to leave.

He said with an ugly face: "Zhou Yi should just come to see Dong Fanjie this time. It has nothing to do with us. Let's not bring trouble on ourselves."

A year ago, he was also one of the personal participants in the martial arts competition, so he naturally knew that Dong Fanjie sent people to assassinate Zhou Yi.

Therefore, regarding Dong Fanjie's death, he quickly figured out the causal relationship.

Zhou Yi came to avenge the assassination that night.

But he didn't expect that Zhou Yi would be so bold!

In broad daylight, in full view of everyone, come and take revenge!

"We don't care, are we going to let him go?" The fat white monk asked in disbelief. He looked nervous and gritted his teeth: "Dong Fanjie was one of our major shareholders this time, and he was killed by Zhou Yi at our cocktail party.

Well, if we don’t do anything, how can we explain to the Dong family?”

But Shi Lianxin stared at the fat monk and sneered: "What do you mean?"

"Do you want me to go up and leave him?"

"Back then, I couldn't even resist his kick. In the martial arts competition, even the forty-eight masters were no match for him alone. Let alone, he beat to death a Baodan-level person later."

"What do you expect me to do with this kind of person? If you go up and keep him, do you want me to die?"

After Shi Lianxin said this, he took another look and saw that Zhou Yi had already walked out of the hall. He snorted coldly at the fat white monk: "Today's matter has nothing to do with me. If you want to stand up for the Huo family, then go ahead!"

Only people who practice kung fu know how terrifying it is to be able to kill a Baodan-level master.

Even guns are useless against this kind of person.

He is killing people here today, and no one can stop him.

After he kills people, he wants to leave, and no one can stop him!

This is the terrifying deterrent of this Dan-holding master!

"Others want to die, so go ahead."

Shi Lianxin knew that there would definitely be some ignorant people who would commit suicide, but this had nothing to do with him at all, as long as he was not allowed to commit suicide.

Although Shi Lianxin planned not to participate in today's incident, he still couldn't help but feel complicated sighs in his heart.

Just in broad daylight.

At such a wealthy party.

In front of so many people of high status.

He took action without caring about anything!
Chapter completed!