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

Under the cover of night, Brother Dazhi left the Longqian Villa surrounded by the Eighteen Cavalrymen from Beimang. On the way, he greeted a group of old subordinates who were stationed there: "My son is arrogant and has caused trouble for you all."

Everyone hurriedly shook their heads and waved their hands, with expressions of resistance: "No trouble."

"I know you all said this to save face for me, the old chief."

Brother Dazhi waved his hand with a stern look on his face, a bit of a warning: "But it's time to say it or not. Don't spoil him too much in the future. It's time to spoil him."

Everyone looked abstract and did not dare to speak directly. If they really wanted to explain, they would offend others.

"gone."

Brother Dazhi waved his hand and got in the car.

But instead of rushing back to the prison overnight, he ordered Jiang Ling to drive to the city center: "Brother Zhang pays the bill tonight and opens the door to drink."

"Isn't it too ostentatious?" Jiang Ling said calmly.

"What? Are you afraid that your wife will be inspected?" Brother Dazhi said with a sneer, his eyebrows drawn into his temples. "I'm not afraid."

A seafood barbecue stall in the city center.

The eighteen riders from Beimang, plus Brother Dazhi, sat at four tables together. They drank so much that there were empty wine bottles all over the floor.

Passing guests looked at these old gangsters who were a thousand years old together and frowned, fearing that they would be in bad luck.

Even the boss was worried that these guys would eat too much and have no money to pay the bill, so he ordered a few powerful clerks to keep watch nearby.

Brother Dazhi raised his glass and glanced at the eighteen Beimang knights who had followed him for many years. They were all old and no longer as brave as they once were: "Brother Jing."

When everyone saw this, they didn't know why the old guy was so crazy, so they took a sip perfunctorily.

"What do you mean? Even you guys look down on me?" Brother Dazhi raised his eyebrows. "Others misunderstood me, but you still don't understand me? Back then, I was..."

"Okay, okay." Jiang Ling frowned, picked up the wine glass and said. "Drink, drink, drink."

After coaxing Brother Dazhi to drink a few more drinks, Jiang Ling saw that it was getting late and urged the old man to go back to prison.

"What's the hurry?" Brother Dazhi curled his lips. "I'm almost depressed from being in that wretched place. What's wrong with me coming out to take a breather? Are you fucking trying to force me to death?"

"How do you feel when your sister-in-law is gone?" Jiang Ling asked without any scruples.

"You can pull it off. I talk to a few female prisoners every day and supervise the ideological work. Not to mention that my little life will be more nourishing." Brother Dazhi exhaled thick smoke.

"Then what are you waiting for? Keep drinking as usual when you go back. Are the chefs left behind by my sister-in-law not as good at cooking as those at the roadside stalls?" Jiang Ling said disdainfully.

"Didn't you notice that the people passing by looked at us like we were idiots?" Brother Dazhi grinned. "Those shop assistants were probably afraid that we would evade our orders, so they blocked us here."

Jiang Ling smiled and didn't take it seriously.

"Don't you think this is a different kind of happiness?" Brother Dazhi smiled evilly. "In prison, no one is allowed to pass a cigarette to a friend when they see him? Who has ever experienced this kind of treatment?"

"When did you start to tremble?" Jiangling Soul asked.

Brother Dazhi touched his chin and muttered: "I guess I just met your sister-in-law for a while..."

"That's quite old." Jiang Ling took a sip of wine. "Is it too late to start treatment now?"

Brother Dazhi slapped Jiang Ling on the forehead, frowned and said, "The more you pull, the farther you get."

talking room.

A low-key black motorcade came quickly.

Another convoy of sanitation inspection and road management vehicles arrived.

Finally, another row of aggressive off-road vehicles with military license plates arrived.

Three convoys came from three directions.

They were so aggressive that they quickly blocked all roads and closed all roadside stalls.

Except for the shop where Shibaqi and Brother Dazhi are.

Jiang Ling frowned and glanced at the mighty formation from the corner of his eye. Although he could sit still, he complained a little bit about Brother Dazhi: "You didn't listen when I asked you to leave early. Why do you insist on causing trouble? Our old guys are over 1000 years old together!"

Brother Dazhi grinned and said nothing.

Dozens of Mesozoic military generals jumped out of a long row of off-road vehicles.

They were fierce and cold.

In the first car, a man in casual clothes, who exuded the power of a superior, got out.

The man stood with his hands behind his back, and, surrounded by the powerful generals, walked towards the seafood barbecue stall angrily.

The road is closed.

The store has also been closed.

A large number of military generals came to the barbecue restaurant. Looking at the badges on their shoulders, they were higher in rank than the last.

The barbecue restaurant owner was horrified.

He rushed forward with sweat dripping from his back: "Generals, this is..."

A general with a stern expression said calmly: "Our leader wants to dine here. How many tables do you have here?"

The boss turned his head tremblingly, glanced back, and reported: "Not counting the four tables of guests, we have a total of eight tables."

"We want twelve tables."

The military general took out a card from his pocket and said calmly: "We will pay the money for the four tables and let them pack up and leave."

The voice just fell.

Dozens of military generals filled the dining table and surrounded Brother Dazhi from all sides.

This group of Mesozoic generals are the confidants Ye Zhengting has trained over the past 20 years.

Tonight, he suddenly felt hungry and wanted to have a midnight snack here.

Unfortunately, he doesn't have the habit of sharing a table with others for late-night snacks.