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

When Liao Qiying saw that the masters were betraying him one after another, he straightened his back, stiffened his mouth, and looked at Mr. Li, who had already mastered the information at the foot of the mountain.

"Master Li, please say a word."

Liao Qiying shouted loudly, with a murderous look in her eyes: "How to kill?"

After saying that, he pulled out the pistol from his waist and even opened the safety.

"As long as you give the order, I will pull the trigger immediately!"

Mr. Li, who has the top secret information about Beimang, is stupid.

At the foot of the mountain, there are 100,000 Northern Mang elites, and 100,000 dogleg front troops are training...

Just now you were fucking in that period, are you fucking excited now?

"Didn't I give the order just now?" Mr. Li glared at Xiao Liao.

"What Mr. Li just said was too euphemistic and vague, not straightforward enough." Liao Qiying said in a deep voice. "You are going to give this order..."

Liao Qiying taught Mr. Li how to do things: "I order you, Liao Qiying, to shoot Zhang Xiangbei. Everything has nothing to do with you, Liao Qiying. If an accident occurs, my Li family will bear all the consequences and epic disasters!"

"Master Li." Liao Qiying pulled out his pistol and aimed the cold muzzle at Zhang Xiangbei. "After you finish speaking, I will kill General Zhang with one shot."

The scene was completely silent, and no one spoke.

When fishing in troubled waters, everyone is in high spirits.

If we really want to hold individuals accountable, are we sick?

It was the son of the Li family who died. They were not sad or sad at all.

The sadness of the rabbit's death and the fox's death is just a pessimistic emotion, not the real death of the son.

But in a head-on confrontation, calling the bloodthirsty guy at the foot of the mountain in his own name, everyone has a big business and flourishing branches, so there is no need to make such risky investments.

"Master Li?" Liao Qiying frowned slightly, seeming to be impatient with the waiting.

It seems that I have disliked Zhang Xiangbei for a long time.

"Say something." Liao Qiying said calmly. "I'll spread his ashes now."

You Yun opened her mouth and glanced sideways at Youwu: "Daddy, is this little Liao crazy?"

Youwu put away her cell phone, lowered her head and lit a cigarette: "His brother's ashes were buried in an outer battlefield twenty years ago, and they have not been dug up yet."

You Yun twitched the corner of her mouth and said in disbelief: "His brother is from Beimang?"

Youwu grinned with a deep look in his eyes: "Younger worked with me back then, and I admired him very much. I often entrusted him to go to the canteen to help me line up for meals."

You Yun glanced at Youwu in astonishment and swallowed a gulp of saliva.

She finally figured out that her father was hiding a lot of things that she didn't know.

Including that he has been working hard in the mountains for many years, enduring humiliation and heavy burdens. He would rather be a fringe boy in the mountains than come down to become a mysterious boss.

Daddy must be suffocating in his heart.

"Master Li?!"

Liao Qiying suddenly raised her voice and asked: "Do you want to avenge your son? To kill or not to kill?"

Xiao Liao's bad temper suddenly came out.

Mr. Li took a breath of air and stared at Liao Qiying: "Can you stop swinging the muzzle of your gun from left to right?"

One moment he was facing Zhang Xiangbei, and the other moment he was facing Mr. Li.

Mr. Li is very insecure.

"I'm a little nervous." Liao Qiying said solemnly. "It was a little emotional."

"How about you put down the gun first?" Mr. Li frowned. "A sword and a gun have no eyesight."

"Oh."

Liao Qiying put the gun away and put it in his pocket.

After stretching his muscles and bones, he waved his hand, and dozens of elites from the Zhenshan Army behind him were ready to move.

"Without a gun, my iron fist as big as a sandbag can beat someone to death." Liao Qiying is very tough and has sharp eyes.

Mr. Li frowned and said, "Xiao Liao, can you stop looking at me and speak?"

"I respect Mr. Li." Liao Qiying said solemnly.

"No need." Mr. Li said word by word as he glanced at the Zhenshan Army behind Liao Qiying who was filled with a look of murder. "Don't even look at me!"

Hearing this, Liao Qiying suddenly turned around and glanced at Zhang Xiangbei: "General Zhang, I can see that Mr. Li wants you to die, but he doesn't dare to carry it alone."

Zhang Xiangbei said calmly: "What should I do? I hit my head on the coffin and die?"

Liao Qiying frowned and said, "General Zhang, there is no need to spoil him like this."

"Oh."

Zhang Xiangbei nodded lightly, ignored the crowd, slowly stepped onto the stage, and stood on the high platform hosting the memorial service.

Turn around and look down at the people in the audience.

He was tall, with a majestic temperament, and his deep and dark eyes were filled with coldness and ruthlessness.

Zhang Xiangbei took out a list of names from his pocket and read out the long list of names in front of everyone: "Wei Ying, Yang Fan, Chen Shaoling, Liao Qihong..."

More than eight thousand names.

Zhang Xiangbei read out each name one by one without missing a single one.

After reciting, the candles beside the coffin were extinguished.

Zhang Xiangbei stared at the audience with blazing eyes: "On the outer battlefield, there is a restricted area called Beimang Mountain. I have been there. Mountains are connected to mountains, monuments are connected to monuments, and the direction of every unnamed monument is towards the east."

"I asked the tombkeeper why I didn't take them home. The tombkeeper told me that the owners of the eight thousand nameless monuments said that their families could live a better life if they stayed in the outside world."

"I'm coming today."

Zhang Xiangbei put away the list and looked around: "I'm here to collect debts for them."

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Tomorrow 3.