The garrison added Zhang Xiangbei's personal soldiers led by Shen Zaizye, plus 100,000 Beimang elites guarding outside the city.

In Zhao Changying's eyes, and even in Li Shiyan's eyes, this is a heavy bargaining chip.

This not only ensured absolute control inside and outside the capital, but also made Li Shiyan's road down the mountain this time at the end of the road.

Li Shiyan stood up with difficulty and stared at Zhang Xiangbei incredulously: "Aren't you, have you already retreated?" ”

Wang Lin'an interjected: "He just retreated, not died." ”

Dean Gu sighed: "Xiao Li, you are just catching up with the good time, what you are going to meet is Zhang Xiangbei, who has not retreated, and you will know why you are more afraid of Beimang in overseas countries than in China." ”

Outside the conference room, hurried footsteps sounded.

There were brief screams, but more often than not, the dull sound of falling to the ground.

Ten minutes of audible but invisible one-sided "war" ended.

Li Shiyan's heart was like a knife, his whole body was cold, and he wanted to call for help, but he didn't know who to call for a while.

He was embarrassed to hit it, and he hit it all.

His father's phone number, he was embarrassed to call.

Before going down the mountain, he shouted in his father's study, and what he handled this time would be more beautiful and neat than what his father did back then.

But now, the Beimang army outside the gate controlled the three major courtyards, and Zhang Xiangbei, who was standing in front of him, easily reversed the situation with just a few phone calls.

He seems to have really effortlessly connected all the forces to his advantage.

And those military forces really listened to him and obeyed him...

Li Shiyan's heart beat like thunder and looked around at all the old foxes in the conference room, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he was sweating profusely: "You guys are really, not afraid of him?" ”

Zhang Xiangbei's power has reached the sky, and he can easily change the pattern of the capital.

This kind of person would have died eight hundred times a long time ago!

And how could these old foxes, who dared to rebel even on the mountain in order not to let go of power, tolerate him?

How can he be allowed to dangle in front of his eyes every day?

"Xiao Li, the pattern is smaller."

Wang Lin'an stood up leisurely and paced in the center of the crowd, as if this change was done under his strategy, very energetic and proud: "Do you know what it means to be in power and the opposition and not to be jealous, and to cover the master and not doubt it?" ”

"He just likes to make a few personal jokes with us old guys, and he just likes to grab something we are willing to give."

"He often does big things that we don't dare to do in return."

"What's wrong with him bullying us once in a while, giving us a face? After so many years of dealing, can we still know him Zhang Xiangbei? ”

"Xiao Zhang still respects us old guys very much."

Li Shiyan opened his mouth to breathe, and his breath was disordered and heavy.

Bang!

The door to the conference room was kicked open.

Shen Zaiye led the crowd with the smell of blood.

"General, the traitors have been ambushed!" Shen Zaiye's eyes looked at Zhang Xiangbei feverishly.

The God of his heart.

is the same as Long Fei, like the Eight Great War Gods, and like countless Beimang soldiers who have fought side by side with Zhang Xiangbei.

None of them were convinced, and none of them listened.

But Zhang Xiangbei gave an order, and they will go to the soup!

Because they know better than anyone what kind of man this man who stepped down from the altar at the peak of his power!

"There are two left."

Zhang Ruoyu's thin lips opened slightly, staring directly at the Li family brothers.

Bang Bang Bang!

Beimang raised his gun and stared at it.

Everyone who was originally close to the Li family brothers dodged away one after another, afraid of being killed by mistake.

Zhang Xiangbei was also not open-minded to let his subordinates collect their guns.

In the face of the enemy army, Zhang Xiangbei has never been a generous commander.

"Zhang Xiangbei, you can't kill me!" Li Shiyan roared angrily, took out his mobile phone tremblingly, and called his father in a hurry.

It took a long time for the phone to ring.

Li Shiyan quickly reported the situation: "Father, I failed, Zhang Xiangbei wants to kill me!" ”

On the other side of the phone, there was silence again for a long time.

"Give him the phone." An old but powerful voice sounded.

Li Shiyan quickly handed the phone to Zhang Xiangbei.

The latter turned on and put it in his ear: "Hey." ”

"Let them go, you can choose the seat at will, whatever you like, the mountain can satisfy you, all kinds of past, the past is not to blame." The old voice gave in, surprisingly calm.

Zhang Xiangbei's body was straight, and his body burst out with unparalleled domineering majesty: "I want them all." ”

"Including your son's life."

Zhang Xiangbei's right hand was raised slightly, and his thin lips opened slightly: "Kill." ”

Bang bang bang!

Dense gunfire rang out.

The meeting room was filled with the strong smell of blood.

Two sieve-beaten bodies lay in pools of blood.

Until they died, their eyes were open, and they couldn't believe that they would die tragically in this reshuffle that should have belonged to them to take over the banner of power.

They couldn't believe it even more, their father had come forward, and Zhang Xiangbei dared to order him to be killed.

He Zhang Xiangbei, why does he hate himself so much? Not killing is enough to vent anger?

Zhang Xiangbei once again put Li Shiyan's phone close to his ear: "Do you go down the mountain to hold your son's funeral, or do I take your son's ashes up the mountain?" ”

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Tomorrow 3.