The two chairs collided together in mid-air, and with a bang, Leng Yitong's chair was intact, breaking the other party's chair apart.

Not only that, but the chair also landed firmly on the ground, making a dull sound, especially loud in the quiet Mingshi Hui.

"Friend, I've already arranged the seats, so I won't bother you to bring your own chairs." Leng Yitong hooked the corners of his lips, raised the red wine glass in his hand, and played with it casually, "However, there is still an exchange of courtesies, I will invite you to have a drink." ”

When the words fell, Leng Yitong's hand shook, and the red wine glass was thrown out.

The liquor in the red wine glass swirled inside, but it did not spill, and the whole glass flew over.

Everyone's eyes widened, looking at this scene like a fight between gods, and they were all confused.

When they followed the red wine glass, they saw that a man in a Zhongshan suit was already standing at the door, looking at Leng Yitong with a solemn expression.

The man's eyes sank, he took a step forward, raised his hand, and poked towards the red wine glass.

Suddenly, a huge force hit through the red wine glass, making his hand numb for a while.

The man's pupils shrank, he gritted his teeth, and quickly reached out his other hand, grabbed the red wine glass with both hands, and then took a few steps back before taking the red wine glass.

However, the red wine in this red wine glass, due to inertia, was sprinkled on his face.

"I'm sorry." Leng Yitong turned around, crossed his legs, and looked at the man indifferently. "A little harder, why don't you sit down and drink another one?"

Master!

The thought crossed the man's mind.

However, when he saw Leng Yitong's appearance clearly, his heart was even more shocked.

Such a young master is really rare, and looking at the posture here, Tianhong Society respects him.

"Oh, heroic boy." The man hooked the corners of his lips, put his hands behind his back, and walked in slowly.

It's just that the hand behind his back is trembling slightly, and he can see from a glass of red wine that the strength of each other is high.

"Tian Dog, this is our boss, Master Leng." Lin Feilong stood up and said in a deep voice: "Today, your dock will not want to move the famous Shihui, but also hand over the other two sites." ”

"Heh, Lin Feilong, you have found a good backer." Tian An squinted at Lin Feilong, and already had a measure in his heart.

Lin Feilong stared at his eyes deeply, secretly glad in his heart, fortunately he hugged the big tree of Leng Yitong.

Even people who don't understand martial arts can see that in the competition just now, it was obviously Leng Yitong who had the upper hand.

Tian An walked to the round table, pulled out a chair, and sat down.

Leng Yitong didn't speak, poured Tian An a glass of wine, and then made a gesture of please.

Tian An glanced at Leng Yitong, picked up the wine glass and glanced at it, and then raised his head to dry. "The wine is good, but our docks still want to put Louis XIII here."

"Oh?" Leng Yitong's hand rested on the round table, and his fingertips tapped gently, "It seems that your dock meeting is very confident." It's just that it's not so easy to eat the territory of our Tianhong Society. ”

With that, she thumped her fingertips and slammed them on the table.

Tian An's pupils shrank, and he hurriedly raised his hands and put them on the round table, only to feel a strong impact coming down the table.

He gritted his teeth and stomped his foot, directing the impact to the ground.