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

Long Fei slapped Xia Hou on the face.

Ye Zhengting's face was burning.

Even the group of old subordinates who were quite prestigious in the military department standing next to Xia Hou only stared with anger, daring to get angry but not daring to speak.

That buddy is the most popular Marshal Long Fei in Beimang. In terms of military power, rank, and style, he is more powerful than these old and scumbag military veterans.

Not to mention them, even Ye Zhengting, who was at the height of his power in the military, did not dare to offend this dwarf general...

Everyone present, except Xia Hou who has been out of touch with society for more than [-] years, who has not experienced the "bloody storm" of Beimang's golden decade?

Who doesn't know that these unruly Beimang War Gods are so crazy?

When the trouble is over, don't the bosses all stand in Beimang?

If you do it too often, you won't be able to get hard anymore, and you'll have post-traumatic stress disorder.

At most, you can do it secretly and don't dare to show off openly.

Xia Hou was stunned by the slap, his face twitching.

I don’t know whether it’s because being trained by Brother Dazhi in prison for the past 20 years has made me a little bit shy about not fighting back when I’m hit or scolded, or because I’m used to being beaten.

After being beaten in public, his mentality did not explode...

Instead, he touched his pocket, took out a pack of cigarettes, opened it, and lit another one for himself.

"Young Marshal Beimang?" Xiahou tilted his head and looked at Long Fei with a cold face, his voice was hoarse and ferocious. "Lao Mu is your immediate boss, right?"

Long Fei was condescending and said nothing.

"Do you know? 20 years ago, even if Lao Mu came in person, I would not take him seriously."

Long Fei grinned: "Not 20 years ago."

"Even if Lao Mu stands in front of me now, he still has to hand me cigarettes and pour me wine. I may not always look good on him."

Long Fei leaned forward slightly and stared at Xia Hou with disdain with his dark eyes: "Where did Lao Deng come from, and he is here with me, relying on his old age to live up to his old age?"

"What age are you in? Who the hell is talking about seniority with you here?"

"You're such an old man, I can knock you to pieces in one go!"

Xiahou's eyes were bloodshot and he stood up suddenly.

Ye Zhengting, who was standing aside, and several senior subordinates who were high enough to vaguely guess the identity of the mysterious young man being coaxed by Long Fei, all stepped forward, ready to stop Xia Hou who was on the verge of going berserk.

The old general has not experienced the golden ten years of Beimang. He is impulsive and reckless. No one blames him.

Even those who have experienced this golden decade, aren’t they convinced at first? Don’t you also want to do it lightly?

If you don't suffer a little, how can you know that the world is dangerous?

Who knew the world had changed?

When you come out to hang out, you have to talk about strength and power...

A vain high-end configuration is nothing...

That's just to scare honest people.

But I can't scare these tough guys from Beimang who have guns in their hands.

As we all know, Beimang is famous for beating up high-level leaders.

The higher the level, the more excited they are and the more they want to have sex...

Xiahou Dao, who was beaten severely by Brother Dazhi for 20 years in prison, has a strong heart and a lot of resentment. He dreams about setting off a bloody storm after he is released from prison and avenging his previous shame.

At this moment, I was so insulted by this short young commander that my heart was broken...

"Do you fucking know who I am?" Xia Hou's eyes were bloodshot and he looked down at Long Fei, who was almost a head shorter than himself. "Do you fucking know that I served as your honorary head coach in Beimang back then?"

Long Fei raised his head and said with an evil look on his face: "Can you stop talking about the past and shut up about the past? If you have the ability, go back to the past and show off to me who is playing in the mud."

"Now, standing in front of you is Marshal Beimang who can defeat you in one go and has a large number of troops."

Long Fei waved his hand.

Qin Huan, who is [-] meters tall, walked out of the crowd.

He was taller than Xiahou, who was taller than Xiahou.

So damn handsome.

Qin Huan had an unruly face, and when he passed by, he bumped into Xia Hou hard.

He picked up the chair under his buttocks and placed it respectfully next to the mysterious young man: "Brother, are you tired of standing? Take a break."

"Ah."

Zhang Ruoyu sat down slowly.

As soon as he took out a cigarette, Long Fei, who was so mad that he wanted to tear Xiahou apart a second ago, immediately knelt down and lit the cigarette for his elder brother.

"Go on."

Zhang Ruoyu tilted his head, lit his cigarette, and waved lightly.

"No, brother."

Long Fei laughed sarcastically, and after some self-examination, he realized that he had indeed acted a little too much just now: "I just warmed up the scene for brother, and when I do practical things, I still have to watch him."

Zhang Ruoyu exhaled thick smoke, frowned and said, "Be careful next time."

"Oh." Long Fei nodded heavily.

He turned around and stood behind Zhang Ruoyu.

The ideological awareness is ridiculously high.

"Come here."

Zhang Ruoyu raised his arm and waved to Xia Hou: "Don't roll your eyes around, I'm talking about you."

Xia Hou's face darkened and he said in a cold voice: "Who the hell are you?"

But my heart is beating a drum.

This kid can make the outstanding Bei Mang Tian Tuan so fearful, and even Dazhi brother can stand up to greet him.

Which compound is the child of?

Just listening to the voice sounds a bit familiar.

Like Zhang Dazhi’s adopted son.

But when my son comes, how can I stand up to greet him?

This is not reasonable.

"Stand over a little, bend over, lower your head, and I'll tell you."

Zhang Ruoyu's dark eyes shone with a cold light.

Twenty years ago, Xiahou, who was covered in Beimang's blood, was thrown into prison.

Twenty years later, Zhang Xiangbei, who was still the leader of the former Beimang and whose power still remained, had to seek justice for his senior subordinates who died in the battle.

It’s impossible to be sentenced to 20 years in prison 20 years ago and still be sentenced to the same sentence 20 years later, right?

Times are progressing, and the king's laws are also being optimized.

boom!

Xiahou didn't respond yet.

Long Fei and Qin Huan, one on the left and the other on the right, raised their legs and stepped on his knee.

With a pop, he knelt down in front of Zhang Ruoyu.

"My name is Zhang Ruoyu." Zhang Ruoyu leaned forward slightly and said expressionlessly. "You have been thinking about Zhang Dazhi's son for a while, who is also the murderer of your daughter."

"I still have an identity. I won't say my name. You might not feel anything if I say it."

Zhang Ruoyu took a puff of cigarette, his whole body was filled with a cold aura, and his every move was vigorous and powerful: "But those present, whether it is your subordinates or Zhang Dazhi's subordinates, whether it is you or Zhang Dazhi."

"Your level is not good enough for me."

Xia Hou's expression was ferocious and his eyes showed a fierce light.

Not only was he dissatisfied, but he was also a little angry and even questioning.

"Don't think I'm young." Zhang Ruoyu put out his cigarette, reached out and patted Xia Hou's ferocious sophistication, and said calmly. "But I have broken this world in the field you are best at."