In order to break off the engagement, I made CEO Bingshan cry.

Old Demon Han was angry.

Draw your sword and face each other.

Although he is old, he can still eat.

Honest people bite when they are in a hurry!

Han Lao Mo was able to bear down Tang's ten blows in one move. Blood was already oozing from the tiger's mouth. He also received several blows on his body. The blood was dripping down his suit trouser legs, which was shocking.

On the other hand, Tang Yizhao was even worse.

Three fingers on his right hand were chopped off.

The left hand was cut off at the wrist.

It can be renamed Tang Er Zhi Chan in the future.

Old Demon Han raised the blade, coolly held the blood-stained blade with his elbow, pulled it, and wiped off the blood on the blade.

He raised his eyes and glanced at Tang Yizhao: "Young man, your experience is still shallow. Who the hell wasn't a genius when they were young? Is it you?"

"Leave two of your fingers for eating. Don't say that my uncle is unkind."

After saying this, Old Mo Han raised his hand and opened Tang Yizhao's face, which was full of pain and despair.

He couldn't imagine that the ten swords he had practiced for many years could not kill a lover.

At that time, his master had told him that as long as he worked hard, he could surpass the second master, Uncle Han Laomo, who became famous in one battle, in five years at most, and become famous in the capital.

But now, he only lost two fingers.

Even if a crook is found in the most upscale casino, he may not ruthlessly cut off eight of his fingers.

Tang Yizhao looked at his master's car in astonishment, his eyes filled with pain.

Click.

Under Han Laomo's indifferent gaze, the car door opened.

A slender and domineering figure slowly stepped out of the car.

"Master, I will avenge you."

The majestic man said every word.

Tang Yizhao's eyes were red, feeling ashamed and humiliated.

"Don't be stupid, kid." Han Laomo exposed the truth on the spot, which everyone present except Tang Yizhao understood. "He uses you as cannon fodder to drain my energy. Do you really think he wants to pass the position to you? Even if he dies, he will bring the famous swordsmen into the coffin. What does it have to do with you?"

Tang Yizhao looked ferocious and glared at Old Demon Han.

After Han Laomo committed the murder, he stared at the man coldly: "You are still the same as before. You will never take action if you are not sure of victory."

The most terrifying thing is.

The martial arts talent of this famous master from the Sword Sect is still higher than that of Old Demon Han.

A guy who is extremely talented in martial arts and can play dirty tricks deserves to be at the top of his game, so that he can suppress those junior fellow apprentices to death, and no one dares to mess around.

"I really don't know what she sees in you." Yue Qinghua wrote lightly. "A brainless fool."

"I'm more handsome than you." Han Laomo said with narrowed eyes. "When I squint, my eyes are bigger than yours. When I bend over, I'm taller than you. Is that enough?"

"Is this what gives you the confidence to steal the woman I like?" Yue Qinghua said indifferently. "You deserve to live in darkness for the rest of your life, never being able to lift your head up."

"I, Old Devil Han, want to steal a woman, but do we need to consider her identity?" Old Devil Han said in a domineering manner. "Don't say it's just a woman you like, even if it's your mother, as long as I, Old Devil Han, like her, I can be your father from the ground up!"

Yue Qinghua frowned, and a look of anger flashed in his narrow and sinister eyes.

"Okay, let me take a breather." Yue Qinghua walked towards Old Demon Han, his steps were calm and his breath was as stable as a mountain. "I'll send you on your way."

The hard qigong master consumes up to [-]% of Han Laomo.

But Tang's move cost him at least [-]%, or even more.

This extremely gifted martial arts genius was personally trained by Yue Qinghua.

He did a virtual review and extrapolated every detail to the extreme.

At this moment, Old Devil Han was at the end of his strength.

Yue Qinghua could easily kill Han Laomo, who became famous in a battle 29 years ago, to the sword of a famous family.

Whoosh!

At the dark corner of the street, a car suddenly sped over.

Han Laomo glanced at the license plate number, frowned, and his heart sank.

Damn it...why is she here causing trouble?

As soon as Zhao Changying comes, he will die. Yue Qinghua cannot even let him escape...

Crunch!

The car stopped in front of everyone.

When Zhao Changying appeared in front of everyone wearing a snow-white wedding dress that she had originally planned to store.

Mr. Han's heart was filled with despair.

Just come and wear a wedding dress.

Do you want to anger Yue Qinghua, or do you want to be buried with yourself?

Woman, you really have long hair but short knowledge!

Available in the next second.

My daughter-in-law's co-pilot got out of the car with a man who was not her.

His name is Zhang Ruoyu.

There is another name, Zhang Xiangbei.

Han Laomo's precious son-in-law.

Women, not everyone has long hair and short knowledge.

There are always exceptions.

When Yue Qinghua saw Zhao Changying, who was wearing a snow-white wedding dress, a bloodthirsty cold light danced in his narrow and sinister eyes.

"You really have a good wife." Yue Qinghua's voice was cold and full of murderous intent. "And married twice."

"Of course." Han Laomo said hard. "Look how beautiful she looks in her wedding dress?"

"It's a pity that you won't be able to see me anymore." Yue Qinghua's whole body was filled with murderous intent.

Here, the conversation is lively.

Over there, Zhao Changying and Brother Zhang, who had just gotten off the bus, were also chatting animatedly.

"When you see Xuebao from now on, keep a low profile and don't be crazy. When you see me, pour tea and hand cigarettes. Don't show off to me or act official." Zhang Ruoyu lit a cigarette in the wind and glanced at Zhao Changying lightly. "any questions?"

Zhao Changying looked at the blood all over his body and felt extremely distressed.

Taking a deep breath, he betrayed his pride and dignity: "As long as you can keep him."

"Speaking of him, let me make two more points." Zhang Ruoyu exhaled thick smoke and said calmly. "From now on, my father-in-law will not mention divorce. No matter how displeased he is, I will hold it in. Even if he beats you or scolds you, he will bear it. To tell you the truth, I have never met any Binhai man. Don’t beat your wife.”

"Can you save him first?" Zhao Changying said with a straight face and a cold voice. "He was bleeding to death."

"Can you agree first?" Zhang Ruoyu said with narrowed eyes. "If you don't agree, he will suffer even while he is alive. It is better to just die."

"I promise!" Zhao Changying gritted his teeth and shouted loudly.

"receive."

Zhang Ruoyu grinned, turned around, and walked step by step towards the fight scene where the big guys gathered.

He walked towards Old Demon Han who was covered in blood because of his wife.

He had endured all his life for Xuebao and never raised his head.

For my daughter-in-law, I am willing to fight to the death.

This man's hair has turned white and he is old, but he has not yet been in serious glory.

Tonight, his brother Zhang, his son-in-law, wanted to do something for him.

It must be done.