Lan never thought that Wang Fuxing would give him such a birthday gift.

Ming died a miserable death, even if he was completely dead, but the body that was not yet cold was still twitching gently, and in the waist and abdomen of his burly body, blood gushed out like money, but the real fatal wound was still the wine glass that pierced his mouth and pierced from behind.

The wine glass was not thick, but at this time Ming was already dead, and the originally wide mouth was slightly closed because the muscles were no longer stressed, making Ming's mouth look like it was all stuffed with wine glasses.

And his eyes...

Lan's body shook slightly.

This is definitely the most lifelike pair of dead eyes she has ever seen, there is no unwillingness, only full of fear and regret.

There was a commotion in the hall, and no matter what kind of power identity everyone was wearing, they all subconsciously stayed away from Mr. Wang from the Celestial Empire at this time.

This man is a madman! Absolutely neurotic!

Killing Rothschild's third heir in public in Rothschild's castle, everyone witnessed the incident, and killing Ming was tantamount to pushing himself to a dead end with no way out.

What the hell did he think?

There was a complete buzzing sound in her ears, and Arashi maintained an elegant posture of holding a wine glass, and her brain went blank for a moment.

Although she couldn't admit it, from the bottom of her heart, she was very satisfied with Wang Fuxing's birthday gift, and even a little excited.

Killing Ming and Hai, the two heirs in the third and second ranks, respectively, and then tarnishing Jing, creating a Rothschild disgrace, and making his path to becoming the master of the empire smooth, is what Lan hopes Wang Fuxing will help him do.

In other words, Ming's death at this time was of great benefit to herself.

Yes, personally.

Therefore, no matter how excited Lan is in his heart, he can't show the slightest happiness on the surface, Ming's death is convenient for the head of the family to concentrate power, but from an overall point of view, this is a big loss for the Rothschild family!

Wang Fuxing's approach to killing Ming was right, but the mistake was that it was not this occasion, nor should it be this time.

Killing Ming in front of everyone is clearly declaring war on Rothschild!

And it was the most arrogant provocation the empire has ever encountered.

Why would he do it?

Lan thinks that he already understands Wang Fuxing, this man may be arrogant, but when he should forbear, he may not be able to lower his head, even if he wants to maintain the majesty and pride of the head of the Wang family, he should not choose such a drastic way, even if he beats Ming up, it is understandable.

But he just killed Ming, and his methods were cruel and decisive, like...

It's the same as deciding in advance.

Lan was shocked inwardly.

Decide in advance? Did he do it on purpose?!

He raised his head a little stiffly and looked at Wang Fuxing not far away.

Wang Fuxing shrugged his shoulders, glanced at the corpse at Lan's feet, and whistled again in the midst of the commotion, with a hint of an elusive smile behind those eyes that seemed to be only crazy emotions.

Lan found that her mind was a little insufficient for the first time, and her whole person became a little muddy.

Until a low, angry voice sounded.

"Hey, you idiots, he killed Ming! Kill him for me! He is an enemy of Rothschild! Kill him and avenge Ming! ”

A deep voice quickly spread throughout the audience.

In the corner, Hai, who was dressed in a black dress, stood up suddenly, dropped the wine glass beside him, squinted his eyes tightly, hid the emotional fluctuations in his eyes, and stared at the direction of Wang Fuxing and shouted.

The Rothschild elite, who had served as waiters for the many guests of this dinner, finally reflected, and without saying a word, a group of people flocked to Wang Fuxing from different corners.

As far as they are concerned, although this Mr. Wang from the East has a close relationship with Miss Lan, if this kind of thing happens, even Miss Lan can't protect this man, otherwise it will be a manifestation of provocation to the authority of the empire!

Young Master Ming is dead.

Died at Miss Lan's birthday dinner.

The news that sounded like a bad joke was indeed happening in front of everyone's eyes now, even Arashi, who was the first heir, was under tremendous pressure, and at this time, it was impossible for her to come out.

Kill him?

This is an order that can be determined on a case-by-case basis.

But at the very least, the real murderer must be temporarily controlled.

Nearly thirty men and women dressed in waiter clothes moved extremely quickly, plus many guests had already begun to retreat at the first moment of the incident, and in the center of the entire hall, except for Liuli and Wang Fuxing, there was only one motionless Lan.

Wang Fuxing took a step back slightly, and did not react to the Rothschild elites who were getting closer and closer to him at the first time, but turned his head slightly, looking at the corner where he was the first to make a voice after the chaos to ask for his death.

In the corner, the quiet and sexy face that he had seen once collapsed tightly, his eyes closed, as if digesting what was happening now, trying his best to hide his emotions.

Wang Fuxing's gaze turned slightly, and finally stopped at an older young man beside Jing.

Rothschild. Sea.

Second in line to the throne of the Empire.

The two looked at each other from a distance through the crowd.

Wang Fuxing's eyes narrowed, revealing a hint of a smile, stretched out his hand, and made a cruel gesture to wipe his neck.

Haimian raised his glass expressionlessly.

"Bang!"

A dull sound sounded again.

Liuli took a step forward, the glittering sword in her hand was not unsheathed, and slammed into the shoulder of one of the attendants who rushed over with the scabbard.

Wang Fuxing's smile became more and more obvious, and the palm that had not yet been put down flicked off the momentum, and the whole person retreated suddenly, directly pulling the fist of a waiter who was swinging his fist at him.

Pull!

Knee bang!

No one dared to underestimate the explosive power of Wang Fuxing.

This is true when he holds the frenzy, and it is the same with his bare hands.

The burly waiter of the standard Westerner was directly knocked away by Wang Fuxing's simple but swift knee lift, and he fell unconscious on the spot in the gushing blood.

Wang Fuxing pulled his arm stiffly, grabbed his waist the moment his body went soft, and his hands slammed hard.

At least a man of more than 160 pounds was directly raised above his head by his hands.

Revolve.

Throwing!

The other two waiters who rushed to Wang Fuxing's vicinity were directly smashed out by the body thrown out by Wang Fuxing's hand.

The neon lights in the hall shine with a dreamlike glow.

Wang Fuxing began to take the initiative!

Alluring the country!

The most extreme movement speed in a short period of time.

Countless dense cracks appeared on the floor under his feet in an instant, and Wang Fuxing approached Liuli not far away for the first time, picked up a red wine bottle on the side, and without hesitation, turned on the head of a waiter in front of him.

The bottle shattered, and the red wine splashed.

A person behind him pounced and hugged Wang Fuxing's waist from behind.

Wang Fuxing broke free twice, and the corner of his eyes swept slightly, but he saw Lan retreating gently.

He was looking at her.

She was also looking at him, her eyes a little complicated.

Wang Fuxing's crazy eyes seemed to have a hint of indifference and sarcasm, bending his arms and elbows.

An elbow smashed directly on the face of the waiter behind him, and the other party subconsciously let go of his palm, but before he could touch his cheek, his whole body was picked up by Wang Fuxing and smashed against his companion.

People turn on their backs!

This was definitely the most lively birthday dinner Lan had ever experienced in his life.

Hilarious almost funny!

"These idiots, why don't you use weapons?!"

In the corner, Hai's face was pale, and he stared at the center of the hall, which was in a mess.

"Today is Lan's birthday dinner, no one is allowed to bring bodyguards, guns, daggers, that woman named Liuli, also invited by Lan personally, the sword in her hand is the only exception, as for those waiters, what weapons do you want them to have? Wine glasses? ”

Jing wrote lightly, her face flushed a little, staring at the chaos in the center of the hall in a daze.

Hai didn't notice the change in his companion's face, and when he heard Jing's words, he subconsciously looked outside the banquet hall.

Outside the hall, countless Rothschild guards with loaded guns and ammunition rushed in a group of people, and that madman would surely die.

"If I were you, I wouldn't do it."

Jing smiled lightly: "Lan has not expressed his position so far, his attitude is very vague, if you go to mobilize the guards outside the door, it is equivalent to forcing Lan who is hesitating now to make a statement, under impulse, it is very likely to make a choice that is not good for himself or others, you have to think about it carefully." ”

"So what do you say you should do?"

Hai asked a little irritablely.

Everything that happened tonight was completely unexpected.

One of his biggest rivals, Ming, died, and instead of feeling excited, he felt a faint sense of fear.

No one wants to be the enemy of a madman.

Especially a difficult lunatic.

"I'll advise you to wait."

Jing lowered her head and played with her wine glass: "There is such a big thing, I believe that Uncle Xiong already knows about it now, isn't it?" We should wait for him to deal with this very lively matter. ”

She stood up, looked at the sea, and said softly: "Now is a good opportunity for us, don't forget, the dead one, is Ming." ”

Hai was stunned for a moment.

The one who died was Ming, strictly speaking, for his faction, there was nothing to lose.

"Stop!"

At the door of the banquet hall, a loud voice suddenly sounded.

A large number of people walked into the banquet hall, and at least a dozen or so guards with loaded guns poured in.

Walking in the forefront, it is the contemporary family of Rothschild, Xiong!

Wang Fuxing subconsciously pulled Liuli behind him, facing the muzzle of the gun pointed at him, his expression calm and cold.

Xiong's eyes were gloomy to the extreme, staring at Wang Fuxing for a long time before he said slowly: "Young man, you have caused a lot of trouble." ”

"Uh-huh."

Wang Fuxing snorted undead and did not say anything.

Xiong slowly glanced around, suddenly waved his hand, and said to the guards around him, "Take the two of them away for me!" ”

"Liuli, whoever dares to approach us will be killed!"

Wang Fuxing said lightly, using the same English.

The crowd looked at each other.

Xiong's face became more and more gloomy.

"I don't like to be tied down."

Wang Fuxing smiled, took a step forward, and said lightly: "I can go with you myself." ”

Xiong stared at Wang Fuxing and did not speak.

Wang Fuxing's body was straight, and he glanced at the heavily armed guards around him, his eyes sarcastic and indifferent.

In the corner, Jing's eyes became more and more misty, looking at the man standing proudly in the field, and after a while, she chuckled and said to Hai, the second heir of Rothschild who was standing beside him: "Hai, I think I'm in love." ”