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

Xia Hou was slapped several times in the face by Zhang Ruoyu in an unusually provocative manner.

Not very lethal, but highly insulting.

It was far more devastating than Long Fei's slap.

Xia Hou twisted his mouth, and his ferocious face under the white hair was filled with darkness.

Boom!

There was lightning and thunder in the sky, and heavy rain poured down.

pat.

Long Fei, the young marshal of Beimang, opened his black umbrella to protect his hair, which he had obviously styled.

There were hundreds of people in the audience, one person per chair and one black umbrella.

"Have you ever broken this world?"

Xiahou's burly body trembled, and he stood up in full view of everyone.

Tall and strong, like a mountain, overlooking Zhang Ruoyu: "You and your father have the same virtues. You don't make drafts when you brag."

The crackling sound of bones exploding, mixed with the sound of rain, reached everyone's ears.

"Do you know who I am?"

Xiahou's eyes showed murderous intent: "Do you know why even your father dare not touch me, and would rather leave your wife and children than serve me in prison?"

Zhang Ruoyu's dark eyes flashed with coldness.

Bad childhood memories come back to life.

pat.

Xiahou lit a cigarette despite the rain.

Then he bent down to pick up a chair and sat in front of Zhang Ruoyu.

Even if they sit face to face, he is still slightly higher than Zhang Ruoyu.

"Ye Zhengting." Xia Hou's voice was hoarse.

Ye Zhengting wiped the rain off his face and stepped forward: "Here you are."

"Hold an umbrella." Xiahou opened his thin lips slightly.

Ye Zhengting's expression froze. The two armies were facing each other, and their swords were at war. How could they talk about this spectacle?

But Ye Zhengting didn't dare to rebel against this master.

No matter how much awe and loyalty he still has towards Xiahou.

But twenty years ago, Xia Hou was indeed a boss that he could not reach.

He is the military overlord who covers the sky with one hand and keeps his word.

As Xia Hou himself said, even if he is as strong as Brother Dazhi, he would not dare to act rashly.

Don't dare to kill him without permission.

Xiahou's confidence was too strong.

The background is too strong.

"A bunch of little brats who don't know the heights of the world."

Xia Hou's words were vulgar and his tone was cold and violent: "You have done some military service and been promoted several levels in a row, but you don't know what your last name is anymore?"

"There are no tigers in the mountains, but the monkey is the king?"

Xiahou's body leaned forward slightly.

Twenty years of torture and torture in prison not only made Xiahou's heart rock hard, but also made him full of resentment and twisted and vicious inside: "In my era, you were not even qualified to be a big soldier. How come you were chosen from a group of dwarfs?" Standing out, does it make you excited? Does it make you proud?"

Just a short speech.

The group of old subordinates behind Xia Hou seemed to have been given a shot of blood and were ready to make a move.

This damn is the General Xiahou they remember!

It is the unshakable mountain in their hearts!

The world has changed, and a bunch of little brats are swaggering through the market, regardless of superiority or inferiority, and do whatever they want.

This group of has-been old people who have been tortured to death are very uncomfortable and difficult to accept!

"I don't care who you are or how good you have been in the past few years."

Xia Hou's face was full of rage, and he stared at Zhang Ruoyu like a wild beast: "Do you believe that I can defeat you little brats who don't even have all their hair in one go?"

The old generals behind Xia Hou almost shouted: The last general is willing to go!

In the past ten years, the old brothers have been so frustrated!

When General Xiahou was here, those days were so glorious. Who wouldn't call them "Master" when they saw them?

It's not like now, anyone from Beimang can step on them.

He was punched and kicked at every turn.

The meat was all put into the bowl, and they were snatched at every opportunity, and the soup was not even given to them.

Xia Hou's arrogant words completely silenced the Beimang Tiantuan group of brats.

In the golden ten years of Beimang, my brothers have experienced a lot of being coquettish and undercover, and they have also heard a lot of weird things.

But it was the first time I heard such a fierce person talk about their nonsense in one fell swoop.

What's even more outrageous is that in front of Zhang Xiangbei's true self, he fucked him when he said he was fucked.

Who is this Lao Deng?

He is such a badass, so domineering, and listening to his nagging sounds like the people in the backyard behind the wall have to call him brother-in-law when they see him.

Didn't anyone in the backyard tell him who the man sitting in front of him was?

These two people who don't know each other's identities and backgrounds are fucking like this?

What if you know your enemy well and know yourself so that you can win every battle?

Is it true that the person who knows a person best is always the enemy?

You two don’t understand this either.

Strange even.

Xiahou was domineering and took control of the situation easily.

The Beimang Tiantuan were silenced.

The group of old subordinates behind him who had been following him for many years were all ready to take action as if they had been beaten to death.

Xiahou has led troops for many years and is extremely accomplished in speech.

The level of brainwashing is even better.

The atmosphere has arrived.

The situation was also taken care of.

Xiahou stamped out his cigarette, raised his hand, and said word by word: "Someone, come here, give me double the slaps I just received."

The voice just fell.

The heavy rain stopped immediately.

The gloomy heart gradually shines.

The restless hearts of the old subordinates calmed down with the ray of sunshine refracted from the clouds.

Especially the core old subordinates who stood next to Xiahou and were high enough to know more about the inside story, their faces were twitching and their backs were dripping with sweat.

They didn't move, and the old subordinates standing in the outer circle didn't dare to move.

Of course, this kind of publicity thing must be done by the direct subordinates. If the outer circle does the inner circle's work, how can we make progress in the future?

Xiahou turned his head and saw that no one took the order.

He glanced at Ye Zhengting lightly: "Come here."

When Ye Zhengting heard this, his legs shook.

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at Zhang Ruoyu, who was expressionless.

That murderous Bei Mangtian group.

Ye Zhengting hunched his waist slightly, sweating profusely: "The general will not dare."