Xia Hou frowned and pointed at the Bei Mangtian Group with a cigarette-filled finger: "Welcome those little brats?"
Ye Zhengting twitched the corner of his mouth and nodded bravely.
"Ye Zhengting, are you fucking stupid?" Xia Hou's face turned cold and he said in a deep voice. "If I get married early, my grandson will be so old!"
"Still getting up to greet them?" Xia Hou said sharply. "Aren't you afraid that they will shorten their lives?"
Ye Zhengting sighed.
Don't say anything. You think I'm fooling you, lying to you, treating you like a fool, a white-eyed wolf, and ungrateful.
Tell me, you don’t listen, you don’t understand, you don’t ask if you don’t understand, and you don’t ask the key points. What do you want me to do?
"Tell me about it." Xiahou stamped out his cigarette and frowned. "What are the backgrounds of those young people?"
Xiahou also realized it.
Regardless of whether they were his old subordinates or the followers of Brother Dazhi, they all stood in awe and straightened their backs.
Looking at the formation, those young people have some background.
The level is very high.
Ye Zhengting rolled his eyes and secretly complained: Are you asking now? late!
"A bunch of little brats from Beimang."
Ye Zhengting shrugged and said: "The leading driver is Long Fei, the current Marshal of Beimang. He has a hundred thousand soldiers under his command. He has repeatedly performed extraordinary feats. He is well-known at home and abroad and is a military leader who is highly praised by the people."
"The eight behind him are the leaders of the eight ace divisions in Beimang. Each of them has 20,000 troops under their command. They are all China's top war gods who are world-renowned."
When Xia Hou heard this, a cold light flashed in his eyes: "If I guess correctly, the person sitting in the car should be Lao Mu, the founder of Beimang, right?"
"The person named Zhang is so weak that he needs to find an old backer to support him?"
Xiahou changed his sitting position, his face full of arrogance.
"Based on my rich experience." Ye Zhengting shook his head slightly. "The person sitting in the car should not be General Mu."
"Oh? Why?" Xiahou raised his eyebrows.
Besides General Mu, who else is worthy of these Beimang Dingliu's starry stars and all the pomp and pageantry?
"As far as I know, these rebellious Beimang leaders usually don't respect General Mu very much." Ye Zhengting analyzed. "At the very least, Beimang Marshal Long Fei will definitely not condescend to be a driver for General Mu."
Xia Hou nodded lightly and pointed at the leading off-road vehicle: "What's the origin of that guy there? Is it such a big show?"
Even Zhang Dazhi had to stand up to greet him?
To be honest, with Zhang Dazhi's position in Beimang back then, even if he met the founder Lao Mu, he would not be too big or small.
Looking further up, the old guys in the military department, regardless of seniority or power, are there any super predators worthy of Zhang Dazhi and Ye Zhengting's respectful respect?
"Hard to say."
Ye Zhengting shook his head stiffly.
"What, it touches your blind spot of knowledge?" Xia Hou said indifferently.
"It doesn't count..." Ye Zhengting frowned. "The main reason is that it has reached the upper limit of my power."
Power limit?
Xia Hou's eyes darkened.
Could it be that he is one of the top three oligarchs in his backyard?
A sneer appeared on Xia Hou's lips.
Even for those few people, Xiahou could still sit still if he had the courage to do so!
Hundreds of people present suddenly stood up.
Only Xia Hou sat on the chair without moving.
He even pretended to light a cigarette in a relaxed manner, with deep and calm eyes.
From this moment on, the confidence between him and Brother Dazhi becomes clear!
"Xiaoye, from this moment on, you will understand why everyone is afraid of me coming out and doesn't want me to come out. As soon as they hear that I am coming out, they can't eat well, can't sleep, and are in panic all day long."
Xiahou's voice was deep and strong.
Ye Zhengting sighed softly and said sadly: "There is indeed something..."
Click.
Long Fei opened the car door.
A cold-blooded young man stepped out of the car.
Although he is wearing casual clothes, he can move through mountains and rivers with the force of his hands and feet.
The aura that lingered all over his body was like thunder. Even in the face of thousands of troops, he remained unmoved.
After the young man got off the car, he looked straight ahead.
Surrounded by nine absolute core members of Beimang, he walked towards the funeral site.
This scene was unfamiliar to others, but Ye Zhengting was so damn familiar that it even left him with severe post-traumatic syndrome.
When did these Xiao Deng come to Beijing and didn't disgust him to death?
When they meet, they grab money and food, and...
If it wasn't for the Four Unparalleled Warriors and a group of highly respected old generals who stopped him, they almost held him down and beat him in public several times.
"Why are you trembling?" Xia Hou glanced coldly at Ye Zhengting, who had a stress reaction.
"It's cold." Ye Zhengting tensed his body and said without squinting. "Shake it off and warm it up."
Beimang Tiantuan marched towards them with the power of tigers and wolves.
The leading young man walked through the crowd and walked to Xia Hou. His eyebrows were cold and his thin lips were slightly opened and he said: "Why do you sit down when everyone else is standing?"
"Do you think you stand out?"
Xia Hou raised his eyes.
He glanced coldly at the condescending young man.
He raised the hand holding the cigarette and was about to smoke.
Long Fei, who was standing next to the young man, slapped him and knocked the cigarette out of Xiahou's mouth on the spot: "Are you deaf?"
The scene was completely silent.
