Long Fei slapped Xia Hou in the face.

Ye Zhengting's face was hot.

Even the group of old subordinates who were quite prestigious in the military department standing beside Xia Hou were only angry, daring to be angry, but not daring to speak.

That buddy, but Young Marshal Long Fei, who is in the limelight in Beimang, is more fierce than these veterans of the military department in terms of military power, rank, and style.

Not to mention them, even Ye Zhengting, who is in the military department, does not dare to offend this dwarf general...

Everyone present, except for Xiahou, who has been out of touch with society for more than 20 years, who has not experienced the "bloody storm" of Beimang's golden decade?

Who doesn't know that these unruly Beimang gods of war are ridiculously crazy?

Which time is the end of the trouble, isn't it all Mingpai Beimang?

If you have more times, you won't be able to get up, and you will have post-traumatic sequelae.

At most, I rubbed it secretly to make it bad, and I didn't dare to complain openly.

Xiahou, who was a little dazed by a slap, had a twitch all over his face.

I don't know if it's because I've been trained by Brother Dazhi in prison for the past 20 years, and I'm still used to being beaten and scolded.

was beaten in public, but his mentality didn't explode...

Instead, he felt in his pocket, took out a pack of cigarettes, opened it, and lit another one for himself.

"Young Marshal Beimang?" Xia Hou tilted his head to look at Long Fei, who was full of coldness, and his voice was hoarse and hideous. "Lao Mu is your top boss, right?"

Long Fei was condescending and didn't make a sound.

"You know what? Twenty years ago, even if Lao Mu came in person, I wouldn't have taken him seriously. ”

Long Fei grinned: "Don't be twenty years ago. ”

"Even if Lao Mu stands in front of me now, he has to hand me cigarettes and pour wine, and I may not give him a good face."

Long Fei leaned over slightly, his dark eyes stared at Xia Hou contemptuously: "Where did Lao Deng come from, rely on the old man and sell the old with me here?" ”

"What age are they? Who the is arguing with you about seniority? ”

"Just your old bones, Lao Tzu can scatter you at one time!"

Xiahou's eyes were bloodshot, and he suddenly got up.

Ye Zhengting, who was standing on the side, and several old subordinates who were high enough to vaguely guess the identity of the mysterious young man who was being coaxed by Long Fei like this, stepped forward one after another, ready to stop Xiahou who was on the verge of going berserk at any time.

The old general has not experienced the golden decade of Beimang, impulsive, reckless, everyone doesn't blame him.

Even if everyone who has experienced this golden decade, don't they accept it at first? Don't you want to do it shallowly, too?

If you don't suffer a little, how do you know that the world is sinister?

How do you know that the world has changed?

When you come out to mix, you have to talk about strength and power...

A high-level level with a vain head and a brain, nothing...

It also scares and scares honest people.

can't scare this group of North reckless tough guys with guns in their hands.

As we all know, Beimang is famous for his love of beating high-level leaders.

The higher the level, the more excited they are and the more they want to grass...

Xiahou Dao, who has been beaten by Brother Dazhi in prison for 20 years, has a steady heart and is full of resentment, and he dreams that he will set off a bloody storm when he gets out of prison, and he will be ashamed.

At this moment, he was humiliated by this short young marshal and was a little broken...

"Do you know who Lao Tzu is?" Xia Hou's eyes were blood-red, and he looked down at Long Fei, who was almost a head shorter than him. "Do you know that Lao Tzu also served as the honorary head of your Beimang back then?"

Long Fei raised his head and said with an evil face: "Can you not open your mouth back then, shut up back then?" If you have the ability, go back to the old days and pretend to play with the mud. ”

"Now, standing in front of you is the young marshal of Beimang who can overturn you at one time and has a heavy army."

Long Fei waved his hand.

Qin Huan, who is 192 years tall, walked out of the crowd.

He is taller than Xiahou, who is tall and tall.

It's also handsome.

Qin Huan's face was full of unruliness, and when he passed by, he hit Xiahou hard.

Picked up the chair under his buttocks and respectfully placed it beside the mysterious young man: "Brother, are you tired of standing?" Break the meeting. ”

"Hmm."

Zhang Ruoyu sat down slowly.

As soon as he took out a cigarette, Long Fei, who was so crazy that he wanted to tear Xiahou a second ago, immediately squatted down and lit a cigarette for his eldest brother.

"You go on."

Zhang Ruoyu tilted his head and lit a cigarette and waved his hand lightly.

"Don't, brother."

Long Fei laughed, self-examined and reflected, he did play a little too much just now: "I just gave my brother a hot scene, do practical things, and I have to watch my brother." ”

Zhang Ruoyu exhaled a thick cigarette and frowned: "Check it next time." ”

"Oh." Long Fei nodded heavily.

turned around and stood behind Zhang Ruoyu.

The ideological consciousness is ridiculously high.

"Come here."

Zhang Ruoyu raised his arm and beckoned to Xiahou: "Don't roll your eyes, it's you." ”

Xia Hou's face sank, and he said coldly: "Who the are you?" ”

But in my heart it is a drum.

This kid can make the outstanding Beimang Heavenly Regiment so jealous, and can make the big wise brothers stand up to greet him.

Which compound for children?

Just listening to the voice, it's a little familiar.

Like Zhang Dazhi's son-in-law.

But when his son comes, how can Lao Tzu get up to greet him?

It doesn't make sense.

"You stand a little longer, bend over, bow your head, I'll tell you."

Zhang Ruoyu's dark eyes flashed with a cold light.

Twenty years ago, Xiahou, who was covered in Beimang's blood, was thrown into prison.

Twenty years later, as the eldest brother of the former Beimang, Zhang Xiangbei, who is still there, has to seek justice for the senior subordinates who died in the war.

It can't be that he was sentenced to 20 years in prison 20 years ago, and 20 years later, he is still sentenced like this, right?

The times are advancing, and the royal law is also being optimized.

Bang!

Xia Hou hasn't reacted yet.

Long Fei and Qin Huan stepped on his knee socket with one left and one right.

With a pop, he knelt down in front of Zhang Ruoyu.

"My name is Zhang Ruoyu." Zhang Ruoyu's body leaned forward slightly, and said expressionlessly. "You have been thinking about Zhang Dazhi's son for a while, and he is also the murderer who killed your daughter."

"I still have an identity, so I won't say my name, and you may not feel anything when I say it."

Zhang Ruoyu took a puff of cigarette, his whole body was filled with a cold breath, and his every move was vigorous and powerful: "But those present, whether it is your subordinates or Zhang Dazhi's subordinates, whether it is you or Zhang Dazhi." ”

"Your level is not enough in front of me."

Xia Hou's expression was hideous, and his eyes showed a fierce light.

Not only was he not convinced, but he was also a little resentful and even questioned.

"Don't look at me young." Zhang Ruoyu snuffed out the cigarette, stretched out his hand and patted Xiahou's hideous sophistication, not salty or indifferent. "But I've shredded the world in what you do best."