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

General Wilson, who was 1.9 meters tall and weighed close to 404, was as strong as an ox, with a full beard and a belly full of chest hair, which stretched the sexual tension all over his body to almost [-].

His explosive muscles are so sexy.

But when he staggered a few steps closer to Zhang Ruoyu, his steel face, which was originally as wild as a beast, almost peeled off the paint, turning white and red, and became extremely distorted.

Before he met Zhang Xiangbei, he felt that the young man in front of him was really ordinary and had no memory at all.

But at this moment, every cell in Wilson's body was trying hard to remember this handsome face with sharp edges.

He must ensure that the next time they meet, there won't be such a completely unnecessary misunderstanding that doesn't end well.

"Zhang Xiang...sheng."

Wilson used his non-standard Chinese accent to express a broad spectrum.

Not to mention, the accent is quite similar to that of a clothing business owner in the 90s.

After saying hello, Wilson immediately took out cigarettes from his pocket and handed one to Zhang Ruoyu.

This picture stunned the leaders of the special department.

So what did Xing Zhaodu say to Wilson?

Lie to him that this buddy is Qin Shihuang?

Wilson sent cigarettes to Zhang Xiangbei, then turned around and sent cigarettes to Lin Qingxi and Han Jiangxue.

My aunt didn't know how to do it, so she didn't answer.

Han always smoked outside and didn’t answer.

Wilson didn't force himself and walked towards Zhang Xiangbei again, his calf twitching.

"Say early."

General Wilson forced a smile on his face: "This is really a flood that has washed away the Dragon King Temple. No one can enter the house."

General Wilson used his lifelong Chinese writing skills to compose these two sentences, and big beads of sweat oozed from his back.

He trusted Xing Zhao.

He even knew that Xing Zhao had worked in Beimang before.

No Beimang soldier would make fun of their idol.

And after confirming his identity, the more he looked, the more he felt that the man standing in front of him must be Zhang Xiangbei.

That temperament, that straight spine, that sharp eyes, that domineering expression in every gesture.

When he wanted to say that he was not Zhang Xiangbei, Wilson was the first to refuse.

After some eye contact, mental discussion, and aura tension, Wilson walked back to the base camp and said to the department leaders on the side: "Since they can't produce a complete chain of evidence to prove that they are the murderers, in my opinion, let's go back and analyze the case first. , sort out the information, it is best to wait until Miss Catherine is out of danger before consulting Miss Catherine herself. As you just said, we must not misunderstand any good citizen."

"When handling a case, you have to talk about the evidence and consider the national conditions. It is impossible for us to get preferential treatment for Miss Catherine just because she is a distinguished guest." Wilson said calmly. "I believe that even Miss Catherine, who is still lying in the ICU, will definitely not agree to our handling of the case in such a barbaric manner. This is not in line with her values."

After hearing this, a certain department leader pretended to be retreating in order to advance: "Then our trip was not in vain?"

"Life is full of scenery."

Wilson calmly lit a cigarette, looked around and said: "The prosperity of your country's night markets is impressive. In our country, even dogs dare not go out at this point."

"That's true." The department leader sighed with deep understanding. "I was on a business trip to your country a few years ago. I got hungry in the middle of the night and wanted to go out for a late-night snack. I couldn't even find a hair on my head, and my wallet that I carried with me was even robbed."

"You call the police." General Wilson frowned, a bit competitive. "Our security may not be as good as yours, but we will never spare a bullet when facing the forces of darkness."

The department leader looked like you were quite proud of him, and curled his lips and said: "What I mean personally is that even if I take this man through the process and ask questions, it's not a wasted trip. I won't go back empty-handed." Know how to explain to the leader.”

Wilson's body trembled and he frowned: "Why do you arrest people without evidence? Do you still care about human rights? Are there laws? If you really want to arrest, why not arrest those two ladies? As far as I know, those two ladies I once had a problem with Miss Catherine, but this Mr. Zhang is the perfect innocent person!"

"Forget it, don't arrest me." The department leader was a little irritated. "It's as if I like bullying my own people."

General Wilson led the troops away.

The department leaders also left in a car with Xing Zhao and his group.

As soon as the car started, Xing Zhao couldn't help but gossiped: "What did you just say to Wilson? Why did he suddenly wilt?"

Xing Zhao tilted his head slightly and glanced solemnly at the man standing on the roadside, unable to calm down: "I said he is Zhang Xiangbei."

The department leader twitched his mouth and broke out in a cold sweat: "Little brother, you can eat whatever you want, but you can't talk nonsense, especially since you have Beimang resume. Don't you feel bad when you say that?"

"Definitely next time." Xing Zhao grinned and glanced at the department leader. "Brother, you have to keep it a secret for me."

"Don't worry, we are all family members, can I still sell you?"

The department leader patted his chest. He was not at all as bitter as he had been with Wilson, but he was very happy.

"Well, thank you." After Xing Zhao said this, the conversation suddenly changed. "Brother, my car goes back into the wall. Where can I put you down?"

The leader was startled, and the corner of his mouth twitched as he said, "Put me down at the intersection ahead."

"Ok."

The car sped towards the intersection and dropped off the leaders.

pat.

In the dark carriage, Xing Zhao lit a cigarette and said indifferently: "Go back to the night market."

"Yes." The unfamiliar young man driving the car nodded heavily, his eyes restless.

Xing Zhao smoked a cigarette and took out his mobile phone to make a call: "Someone wants to touch my sister-in-law and aunt in front of the boss."

"Everyone, write a suicide note."

"Tonight, the boss is going to enter the wall."

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PS: 3 tomorrow.Today’s Chapter 1 has a lot of words…