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

After everyone pulled at the prison gate for a while, Xiahou was carried in a wheelchair by two of Beimang's eighteen riders and put into an ambulance.

The strong character of The Return of the King that I imagined was completely shattered.

"What the hell? Do you really think of yourself as a person?"

Brother Dazhi threw a cigarette into his mouth and glanced sideways at Beimang Shibaqi: "What are you doing stupidly? Go to the hospital and keep an eye on him. I'll break one of his legs. He's going crazy. What's with that bad mouth?" Don’t you dare to bite?”

Hearing this, Beimang's Eighteenth Cavalry murmured: "Brother, aren't you going?"

"I can finally take a breather, why don't I go on a self-driving tour for two days?" Brother Dazhi was very angry.

"Okay." Jiang Ling twitched the corner of his mouth and refused to give an inch. "Forget it, two days is enough for a round trip to Binhai and spending the night with my sister-in-law."

After hesitating for a moment, Jiang Ling said again: "Brother, leave early and come back early. Without you, I can't protect you..."

That idiot is Xia Hou. Back then, his arrogance was still slightly higher than that of my brother...

Fucking scary.

"Try your best." Brother Dazhi took the suitcase from a guard.

Even the soft stuff is ready.

Xiahou walked on the front foot, and he ran away on the back foot.

In the ambulance.

Xia Hou sat on the hospital bed, and Ye Zhengting personally lit a cigarette for him.

Several nurses in disguise nearby were trembling, and they didn't even dare to give Xia Hou a Band-Aid...

Through the car window, Xiahou glanced at Brother Dazhi, who had packed up his clothes and had no intention of going to the hospital with him, and said nonchalantly: "Is he trying to run away?"

Ye Zhengting was stunned for a moment, followed Xia Hou's gaze, and twitched the corner of his mouth: "Maybe it's just a quick trip."

After hesitating for a moment, Ye Zhengting added: "After all, he has been staying with you inside these years. Now I can finally take a breath. If it were me, I would also like to go out and relax."

"Oh." Xiahou exhaled thick smoke and said calmly. "Find someone to watch him to death."

"this…"

Ye Zhengting said with a complicated expression: "This old guy's anti-tracking ability is top-notch. If he is discovered, it will inevitably lead to unnecessary conflicts and misunderstandings..."

"So?" Xia Hou raised his eyes and glanced at Ye Zhengting with his cold eyes.

"I will find the best tracking master to target him!"

Ye Zhengting gave a decisive answer.

Xiahou smoked his cigarette calmly.

There was endless resentment in his eyes.

20 years.

He spent 20 years in prison as a living dead.

No one knows what was going on in his heart the moment he stepped out of prison.

"Zhang Ruoyu."

Without warning.

Xiahou spoke in a low tone and slowly read out a name.

"I remember, his son's name is Zhang Ruoyu."

Ye Zhengting lowered his head to light his cigarette, as if he was deaf.

Moreover, Commander Ye heard clearly that Xiahou used a declarative tone, without any questioning tone at all.

It makes sense for Commander Ye not to continue.

"I want to know everything about him."

Xiahou's tone was cold and full of violence.

Ye Zhengting still didn't hear any questioning tone from this sentence.

"I want to know why he dares to kill my Xiahou's daughter?!"

Ye Zhengting was a little disappointed.

From Xia Hou's words, he not only heard a question, but also heard an exclamation tone.

He couldn't continue to pretend to be deaf.

"Zhang Ruoyu, Beimang's chef for ten years..."

"My wife, Han Jiangxue, is the grandson-in-law of Mr. Han's granddaughter."

Ye Zhengting meticulously presented everything in front of Xia Hou in a clear and logical manner, including the relationship between Zhang Ruoyu, the cooking god of Beimang.

Except for Zhang Xiangbei's status, he said everything that should be said and should not be said.

As for Zhang Xiangbei’s identity...

In terms of level, and in terms of the rules of action for planning this suspended animation at the time, Ye Zhengting was neither a participant nor an executor.

He doesn't know, which makes sense.

No one can force him to admit knowing...

I don’t know, I just don’t know!

"His father is the commander-in-chief of Beimang, his mother is Queen Ma, and his wife is the daughter of the Han family. His father-in-law and mother-in-law are also among the best in the world. He also has a protective old lady Han to support him..."

Xia Hou narrowed his eyes slightly and said with a cold light: "It seems that he is very confident in his relationship."

"Is this how he dared to kill my daughter?"

Ye Zhengting took a puff of cigarette and his attitude was a little ambiguous: "Maybe, I have no personal relationship with him at all, and I'm not familiar with him either."

"It doesn't matter even if it's familiar." Xia Hou frowned slightly and said with cold eyes. "You don't have to pick everything clean. I'm seeing you tonight just because I want to know about the outside world. I won't blame you."

Ye Zhengting nodded slightly and sighed: "Actually, I have been living in seclusion these past few years and have stopped socializing at all..."

Xiahou opened her trouser legs and asked the nurse to treat her wound.

One hand pointed to an official recruitment poster posted on the ambulance.

The recruitment poster has a simple concept and no redundant design. It only has an extremely simple sentence: "Become a legend like Zhang Xiangbei..."

"Who is Zhang Xiangbei?"