Xia Hou had never heard such disgusting words in his life.
Flowers in the greenhouse?
Spoiled?
Do you know how I have spent these twenty years?
Zhang Ruoyu raised his hand and slapped him like a soldier who refused to change despite repeated admonitions and violated Beimang's military discipline.
Snapped!
Xiahou raised his arm to block it.
The backhand must be counterattacked.
Zhang Ruoyu slapped him again.
It seems simple, but it is so powerful and heavy that it weighs a thousand pounds.
Snapped!
Bang bang!
Xiahou's muscles and bones have been tempered by Brother Dazhi for twenty years, and they have long been made of copper skin and iron bones, invulnerable to water and fire.
But facing Zhang Ruoyu, this slap was more severe than the previous one.
Xiahou's arm was swollen.
Also broken.
It was cut off abruptly!
Snapped!
Xiahou was stunned and received another slap from Zhang Ruoyu.
Several teeth were chipped on the spot, and his face was swollen like a steamed bun.
"Why do you keep getting stronger?"
Zhang Ruoyu's face was expressionless and he continued to slap: "It's spicy when you return ginger? What's so spicy about it? Does it hurt your eyes?"
Xiahou blocked with difficulty and launched an offensive.
But every time he attacked, he encountered Zhang Ruoyu's more brutal counterattack.
This move is much heavier than Brother Dazhi.
Xiahou, who was in severe pain, couldn't help but moan.
Xiahou was beaten while fighting back.
The stalemate with Zhang Xiangbei lasted for eight minutes, until he was beaten to a bloody head and his face was swollen like a pig, but he still refused to give in or give in.
boom!
Zhang Ruoyu raised his leg and kicked him, hitting his chest.
However, Xiahou clasped his hands and grabbed Zhang Ruoyu's ankles.
A ferocious smile appeared at the corner of his swollen mouth: "You little bastard, you don't want your legs anymore?"
"General Zhang, be careful!"
When Ye Zhengting saw this, he no longer cared about being a traitor and exclaimed loudly.
"My son is kicking his ass!"
Brother Dazhi stamped his feet and said angrily: "This old dog's move is very vicious! Dad almost got lame because of it!"
Xia Hou's face was filled with coldness, and his finger bones instantly exerted force, wanting to break Zhang Ruoyu's legs to vent his anger.
But soon, his face became stiff, and incredible horror burst out from his pupils.
He broke it off.
The fingernails were torn off.
But not only did it not break, it didn't even move.
Zhang Ruoyu's legs were as stiff as iron rods.
"Little tricks."
In the crowd, Qin Huan sneered.
The next second, he suddenly raised his waist and crotched his back, vomited a few mouthfuls of old blood, and his face was as pale as paper.
"Comfortable."
Qin Huan secretly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, stood with his hands behind his hands, and watched the show without any burden.
Brother has never lost in a fight, and Long Fei and the Eight War Gods teamed up, which is not enough to watch.
Or are you afraid of him anyway?
Want him to be your elder brother?
"Uncle, don't be surprised."
Long Fei gave Brother Dazhi a cigarette, frowned and said, "My brother is most annoying when others don't have a city."
"I have it." Brother Dazhi took the cigarette, nodded and explained. "I'm just worried that because of his lack of experience in the world, he will be plotted by that old dog."
"My brother is known as Beimang's Little Zhuge, and he is famous for his scheming." Long Fei curled his lips and said. "Trying to play tricks on him? You've lost all your crotch."
Brother Dazhi froze in his smoking motion.
He didn’t pay much attention to this fight between the old and new overlords, so he made an insidious comment: “Da Fei, how is your brother usually?”
"Elegant and easy-going, the young master is as good as jade." Da Fei said concisely and concisely, against his will.
"Fuck." Brother Dazhi twitched the corner of his mouth. "Do you fucking believe this?"
Long Fei frowned and said displeasedly: "Sooner or later you will believe it."
In order to avoid further embarrassing conversations with his uncle, Long Fei forced himself to pay attention to the fight.
Fighting for relationships, connections, and power, Long Fei felt that it was at least somewhat interesting.
Once the process reaches the stage of fighting, it becomes boring.
As the commander-in-chief of Beimang, Long Fei couldn't stand the drama of bullying the weak, which was inconsistent with his three views.
Several core old subordinates who couldn't bear it morally kidnapped Ye Zhengting: "Mr. Ye, please advise General Zhang. The old general is old. If you beat him like this, you will die."
"oh."
Ye Zhengting stood with his hands behind his hands, his face full of sorrow: "You feel sorry for the old general's death, but can I just die?"
"Is this the first day you met General Zhang, or the first day you met me?"
Ye Zhengting was trembling with anger: "I will finish my plea for the old general later, who will plead for me?"
The eyes of several old subordinates rolled around and they said calmly: "Commander Ye, you are of high rank. No matter what General Zhang does, he will not do anything to you."
Ye Zhengting's face darkened and he said in a cold voice: "It's your first day dealing with Beimang? Those grandsons like people with high rankings."
Seeing Ye Zhengting's lack of support, several old subordinates lamented: "You can't just sit back and watch, right? We were all favored by the old general back then. If we are so indifferent, how can we behave if the news spreads?"
"How about we go together?" Ye Zhengting said calmly. "When everyone adds firewood, the flames will rise."
Several old subordinates trembled all over, glanced at General Zhang who was beating the old general to death, and hesitated: "General Zhang is angry..."
"This is not the first day we have met General Zhang..."
Another old subordinate said with a guilty conscience.
"General Zhang was orphaned at the age of eight. The old general has an unshirkable responsibility. If we go to persuade them now, we are a bit suspicious of trying to persuade others to be kind without their suffering..."
Just when everyone was pulling madly.
Several buses with top license plates hanging on the wall came quickly.
The guards inside the wall showed signs to clear the way.
Escort a very tall boss into the funeral scene.
Xia Chuyi appeared.
Everyone looked sideways and gave way.
Many old subordinates who were promoted by Xia Chu personally felt warm and reliable in their hearts.
"General Zhang."
Xia Chu glanced at Xia Hou, who had been beaten into a state of disgrace, and said in a cold voice: "He is my Xia Chu's brother, whose blood is thicker than water. He is a close relative of flesh and blood!"
Zhang Ruoyu glanced at Xia Chu with a sullen look on his face: "You want to take his place?"
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PS: Yesterday was my brother’s birthday, and I was a little confused. The update time has been changed recently, but there is a time difference. In fact, I owe everyone a day to update without leaving any trace. I will remember that there is a fourth update today, and I will find another one in a few days. Time to work hard to complete four chapters~
