Xia Hou looked cold.
Between his brows, there is an unquestionable majesty.
Behind him, fierce generals gathered.
They are all the best in each theater.
He raised his arms and countless people worked hard for this once dazzling general.
Hearing this, Brother Dazhi slowly stood up.
Although he is not as powerful as Xiahou in stature, he is full of majestic arrogance and is no less generous: "Xiahou, do you know why the place where you have lived for twenty years is called a prison and not a resort?"
Xia Hou's eyes were stern and dismissive.
The terrifying aura spread throughout his body.
"I said I would imprison you for twenty and a half years. If you lose a month, a day, or an hour, I won't be able to survive even in terms of my face."
Brother Dazhi just finished speaking.
The Eighteen Horsemen of Beimang roared out, holding their horns...
Trapped Xiahou.
"Do you know what jail means?"
"The meaning of going to jail is, let alone your daughter's death, even if your whole family is dead, you still have to serve your sentence before you can be released from prison."
Faced with Brother Dazhi's unusually tough attitude.
Xia Hou's eyes were cold: "I said, inside, you have the final say."
"Outside, I have the final say."
Brother Dazhi shook his head expressionlessly: "I don't believe it."
After saying that, he raised his hand and waved.
Outside the mourning hall.
A dark crowd of high-level military generals roared in from all directions.
There were more people than Xiahou gathered.
The power is even greater.
They are all the fierce generals who followed Brother Dazhi back then.
As a former ad hoc general, Brother Dazhi's level cannot be said to be very high.
But his influence is not inferior to that of Xia Hou.
Otherwise, could he single-handedly suppress this military oligarch who was destined to rise to prominence and enter the backyard behind the wall?
Xia Hou squinted his eyes and glanced at the group of generals who had followed Brother Dazhi to conquer the world, and there was an expected hint of amusement on the corner of his lips: "It seems that you have guessed it a long time ago?"
"Put your butt out."
Brother Dazhi tilted his head and lit a cigarette, grinning with an evil look on his face: "I knew you were in debt."
"We have been old friends for decades." Brother Dazhi blew a puff of smoke on Xiahou's face. "Can I stop itching for you?"
Xia Hou frowned and stared at Brother Dazhi: "You are so damn cheap."
"If you have any brains, how can you do worse than Ye Zhengting?" Xia Hou asked in a cold voice. "A little brother who follows you around and begs for mercy every day has been promoted to a noble rank. Look at you again, you have been living there like a dead dog for twenty years."
Brother Dazhi has not expressed his position yet.
Commander Ye twitched his lips, feeling offended.
I relied on my strength and accumulation to get to the top.
Is it possible that Brother Dazhi is not doing as well as he is entirely because of his lack of successors and that Jiang Lang has exhausted his talent?
As the saying goes, thirty years in Hedong and thirty years in Hexi, don’t bully young people into poverty...
I, Ye Zhengting, have the appearance of an emperor!
Brother Dazhi reached into his pockets with both hands and grinned: "It's enough to be better than you."
After that, Brother Dazhi walked towards Xiahou with a strange smile on his face: "When I get back to the prison, I will fuck you once in the morning, noon and night. You can't even think of getting off the bed."
Xia Hou's expression changed suddenly.
Thinking back to those twenty years of suffocating prison life, even though his heart was rock solid, he was still a little frightened at the moment.
He had had enough of that dark life.
Even if he dies outside, he will never go back!
After a short period of settling.
Xia Hou took out his cell phone and called his younger brother Xia Chu in front of Brother Dazhi.
"Come here." Xia Hou said expressionlessly.
"Brother, I don't want to hurt my feelings..."
On the other side of the phone, Xia Chu was in a dilemma: "After I went to the mourning hall to offer incense last night, I had a nightmare all night. I just took sleeping pills and planned to sleep for a while..."
"I wish you a sweet dream." Xia Hou's face darkened. "When I returned to prison later, I told everything about what happened that year, and tried to perform meritorious service, so that the last half-year of my sentence was reduced."
As soon as this statement came out.
Xia Chu fell silent on the other end of the phone.
After a long time, Xia Chu said in a low voice: "Brother, if you must do this..."
"I'll be there soon."
Click.
After hanging up the phone, Xiahou raised his hand to grab a chair and slowly sat in front of Brother Dazhi.
He lit a cigarette with a practiced movement and glanced sideways at Brother Dazhi: "Why don't you give me a good life again? I like it."
Brother Dazhi grinned, with a sly smile flashing in his eyes: "Finally can't hold it in any longer? I thought you and Xia Chu were really like brothers."
"Look, it's urgent."
Xia Hou flicked the ashes from his cigarette and said indifferently: "Who told you, it's just Xia Chu?"
Brother Dazhi's eyes flickered and he slowly sat down: "The more, the merrier."
"The more the merrier?" Xiahou stared at Brother Dazhi. "I'm afraid you won't be able to bear it."
Brother Dazhi said nothing and smoked quietly.
Whoosh!
Outside the mourning hall.
A convoy came quickly.
The first one was an off-road vehicle bearing the Beimang Garrison license plate.
The driver is the current Beimang Marshal Long Fei.
Sitting in the back seat was a young man in casual clothes.
He was sitting casually, but his whole body was filled with a suffocating pressure.
Every move he made felt full of pressure.
The convoy parked aggressively on the roadside.
Beimang marshal Long Fei jumped off the road and drove for the young man himself.
The leaders of Beimang's eight ace troops jumped out of eight off-road vehicles that followed.
If you pick one at random, the military power in his hands will be greater than that of Ye Zhengting.
This Beimangtian regiment is well known in the military headquarters and often goes to high-end places.
At this moment, he was respectfully guarding the door of the car.
Snap!
Even Brother Dazhi, who had just lit his cigarette and was sitting in front of Xia Hou, reluctantly stood up.
That bastard, regardless of time or occasion, he always puts his face on what he says.
My own father doesn’t even give me face!
No problem, just because the person’s level is high, he’s a dick.
When Ye Zhengting saw this, he was also in awe.
After hesitating for a moment, he muttered at the corner of his lips: "Old General..."
"How about you also stand up and greet me?"
