"Mr. Wang! Hello! First time meeting, please advise!"

Just after Wang Xiang waited for a few minutes, a middle-aged man in his forties who was neatly dressed in leather shook off the military police with a smile on his face and stretched out his right hand to Wang Xiang, who was sitting on a chair.

"Is that what you want to give me a horse?" Wang Xiang said coldly.

"Mr. Wang misunderstood! We received a call from the police, saying that someone here was carrying dangerous weapons, and it was a special operation, and it was not intentional! So, this is a complete misunderstanding!" The other party smiled humbly.

"Misunderstanding?" Wang Xiang glanced at the camouflage combat uniform soldiers mixed with the special police, and said in a cold tone.

"It's really a misunderstanding!" the middle-aged man didn't feel embarrassed, and smiled to himself.

"Didn't I make it clear to you?"

Wang Xiang looked up at the middle-aged man and stared at the other party with a cold gaze.

The middle-aged man suddenly had a feeling of being watched by a hungry wolf, and his back spine was cold.

Facing Wang Xiang's questioning, the middle-aged man smiled awkwardly: "Yes!"

Zheng Zheng has already explained to him, dealing with Wang Xiang, you can be tempting, but you can't be tough.

However, for a middle-aged man, solemnity is just a good life for three generations relying on his background.

If it weren't for the solemn sudden airborne landing and the position of the deputy director, his brother-in-law would definitely have a thirty percent chance of sitting on it.

Cutting off people's future is like killing their parents!

If his brother-in-law can sit in the position of deputy director, his treatment in the second bureau can at least go up a few steps!

It's a pity that Cheng Yanjin, who was suddenly killed, not only occupied the position of deputy director belonging to his brother-in-law, but also made his brother-in-law transferred to the National Security Counterespionage Intelligence Bureau by his superiors.

The brother-in-law has been mixed up in the seventh game, and the middle-aged man is still in the second game!

The status is a big difference......

Therefore, for solemnity, the middle-aged man only maintains the appearance of not being offended, and is vague and obfuscated about the order.

Wang Xiang stood up, took off his red top hat, and threw it to Ivan.

"Smack~"

The top hat threw out his hand, and when he returned his hand, he slapped the middle-aged man in the face by the way.

The surrounding military police suddenly became nervous, and four or five guns were aimed at Wang Xiang.

The members of the Demon Knights who were guarding around Wang Xiang were indifferent as if they hadn't seen it.

It's just a few guns, and in terms of the strength of the members against Wang Xiang, there is really no threat at all.

The middle-aged man stroked his cheek, turned his head to look at Wang Xiang suddenly, and stared at the boss with a pair of red eyes.

The expression of anger and disbelief is intertwined, which fully shows the hatred of the middle-aged man.

Wang Xiang stretched out his hand and took out a white silk scarf to wipe the place where it touched the middle-aged man's cheek.

This slap, Wang Xiang did not use force at all, and the effect was equivalent to the palm power of ordinary people.

Although the strength is insufficient, the insult is full.

"Bastard! How dare you whip me!"

The middle-aged man roared.

When Wang Xiang heard this, his subordinates were stunned.

"Smack~"

Another slap in the face.

"Cheap!"

Wang Xiang lightly spit out two words.

For this "tour guide", Wang Xiang doesn't have to give any face.

Huaxia, Wang Xiang can't be provoked!

But a little person, do you need to give face?

Wang Xiang didn't know what identity and status the middle-aged man opposite was, he only knew that he was only the deputy director of a small subordinate agency of the Ministry of State Security when he negotiated with him on behalf of the country.

Can he be sent, can he be bigger than a deputy director?

Wang Xiang doesn't believe it!

is such a small person, and he dares to give himself a dismount?

Does that mean that everyone has to be called uncle?

"Bastard, you're going to die! I will never let you out of the Huaxia border!" the middle-aged man pointed at Wang Xiang angrily.

"Don't you want your fingers?" Looking at the fingers that were about to poke his own, the corners of Wang Xiang's mouth curled and smiled.

"Hmph!" the middle-aged man hurriedly retracted his fingers, for fear that a second of delay would lead to tragedy.

glanced at Wang Xiang hatefully, then turned back to the group of military police and said, "Withdraw!"

Although he was angry, the middle-aged man was an old fritter in the system after all, and he knew that this situation could not get out of control at all, otherwise, he would definitely die a miserable death afterwards!

Wang Xiang's information was put in an important position by the second bureau.

Attaching importance to the level is comparable to the high-level of a province in China.

This kind of character is not at all able to control his fate.

It's okay to let go of cruel words, if you do it, then forget it!

The middle-aged man really didn't have the guts.

The military and police came and went in a hurry.

Some of the more eye-catching and clever people quietly kept up with the pace of the withdrawal of the military police.

For these people, Wang Xiang also ignored them.

"Smack~"

Wang Xiang snapped his fingers.

Ivan hurriedly handed the red top hat in his hand to Wang Xiang.

After putting on the top hat, Wang Xiangchao stretched out his hand to Zhao Minghuang, who was still stunned on the stage, and beckoned, signaling the other party to come over.

Then, he held out his hand to Ivan again.

Ivan hurriedly took out a notebook from his pocket.

Taking Ivan's pen and paper, Wang Xiang used Ivan's back as a table and quickly wrote down a string of numbers.

"Shhh~"

Tear off the page with the numbers written on it and throw it to Zhao Minghuang, and then threw the pen and notebook back to Ivan.

After straightening the blood-colored suit, Wang Xiang reached out and patted the non-existent dust on Zhao Minghuang's shoulder, and then said softly: "Zhao Gongzi, I will give you a month! If I can't see the repayment after a month, I hope you can bear the consequences!"

Zhao Minghuang's face changed, the corners of his mouth twitched a few times, he obviously wanted to say something, but when the words came to his lips, he couldn't say it.

"Ding Ding Ding ~"

Next to Ivan, the phone rang.

Wang Xiang turned his head to look at it, then turned his head to Zhao Minghuang and said, "Okay! I'm here today! You know, I'm busy with my spare time! I'll leave first! No need to send it!"

Then, he ignored Zhao Minghuang, stretched out his hand to Ivan to take the phone, and took the lead in walking out.

After Wang Xiang led the group out of the banquet hall, Father Zhao, who had already been impatient, stood up, walked a few steps quickly, walked in front of Zhao Minghuang, and asked loudly, "Where did you provoke the outlaws?"

"Smack~"

Probably because anger had overwhelmed Zhao's father's reason, even Zhao's father didn't know why he couldn't control his body and actually slapped his son.

Zhao Minghuang covered his face, his eyes were a little confused, and he was a little numb.

From childhood to adulthood, he has been the proud talk of Zhao's father and Zhao's mother, and he lives in spoiling every day.

Unexpectedly, his father actually slapped himself today!

At the time of their greatest humiliation, sorrow, and helplessness!

Give yourself a slap in the face!

Zhao Minghuang suddenly felt that it was really painful to be alive!

"That person's name is Wang Xiang, the scapegoat of the Indian State incident! I mentioned it to you!" Zhao Minghuang said calmly.

Looking at his son's expression, Zhao's father suddenly felt that he had done something wrong.

However, he has always been in a high position, so he can't give up his face to apologize to his son.

"Zhao Dong, that, I'm really sorry, I suddenly remembered that I had already booked a plane ticket two hours later. So, now I need to go home and prepare my luggage with my family, and then I'll go home for the Chinese New Year first!

A middle-aged man about fifty years old, like a pregnant woman in August and September, held up a big belly and said goodbye to Zhao's father with a smile.

Before Zhao's father could reply, several people rushed by on the side, all of whom offered to say goodbye in unison.