When Xuebao saw the bloody appearance of Brother Zhang's family of three, he was actually a little envious and wanted to stand next to them and stand out.
But looking at their bodies covered with scars and bleeding, Xuebao was a little afraid of the pain.
Brother Zhang has taught Xuebao since he was a child: don't pretend to be okay, as he will get hurt easily.
But Xuebao's eyes became wet as he looked at it.
This family of three obviously has a good life and wants money and power, but they insist on fighting with the big bosses in charge of thunder and lightning to find fault.
Picture what?
Xuebao asked Brother Zhang before to find out why his father-in-law was staying in prison and why he refused to live in peace after he was released. Every day he kept talking about revenge for this and that.
Brother Zhang, who was not particularly familiar with the market, simply answered Xuebao's confusion: "Maybe he feels ashamed of those souls in heaven. If he doesn't bother, he is afraid of not being able to sleep, of having nightmares, of those lonely ghosts wandering in foreign lands. Look for him at night."
Xuebao's blurred vision passed over the familiar faces of this family of three one by one.
The eyes of everyone present were all focused on the three members of the old Zhang family.
As he walked, Brother Dazhi stopped and raised his eyes to look in the direction of the three courtyards: "If my body hadn't been unable to bear it, I would have braved the three courtyards overnight, transformed into the god of death in the dark night, and killed him without leaving a trace!"
Queen Ma slapped the barking Dazhi brother on the forehead: "Can you go to the fucking hospital first to reattach your old arms and legs? You're fucking limping when you walk, who else are you going to touch?" "
Brother Dazhi twitched the corner of his mouth and said arrogantly: "What is this? In the battlefield in the outer world, my head almost moved, and I didn't even blink!"
After that, he followed his son towards Dean Chen.
Before his son, who was higher in rank than him, could speak, Brother Dazhi wrote lightly: "Old Chen, I'll transfer the money to you later on WeChat, but I won't eat it to save you Zhu Bajie from looking in the mirror."
Dean Chen opened his mouth, but ignored Brother Dazhi at all. He took a deep look at Zhang Ruoyu and sighed: "Hey, just get used to this old guy!"
He shook his head and turned away.
"Eh?"
Brother Dazhi was not angry. Instead, he reminded Dean Chen warmly: "Your cousin is still in the Xiao family compound. Why don't you go in and collect the body?"
"Who the hell am I? Do you need me to do this kind of thing myself?" Dean Chen was furious and glared at Brother Dazhi. "I don't want to lose face!?"
Having said that, he felt an evil fire ready to stir up, and looked around at all the Beimang people present: "God knows what happened today, and the earth knows that you all know! Who dares to spread this matter, I will personally invite you to come to the third courtyard for tea!"
The Beimang clan bosses frowned.
The tea in the Third Courtyard was sour and smelly, as if it were rancid, and it was extremely unpalatable to drink.
Those who drank it all died of food poisoning.
Watched Dean Chen leave.
Brother Dazhi straightened his back, enjoying the admiring looks of these old brothers from the Beimang clan. He coughed dryly and cleared his throat: "Brothers, let me introduce to you, my son, the world-famous legendary God of War, Zhang, Xiang, north!"
The eyes of the Beimang clan bosses did not change at all, and even the angle at which they looked at everyone did not change at all.
The admiration in his eyes is still admiration.
Brother Dazhi was stunned.
Suddenly it became clear.
The admiring looks from these old dogs were not meant for him from the beginning.
My own son needs no introduction at all.
He is the popular superstar Zhang Xiangbei. He is just an old dog in the yard. How can he still distinguish the big king from the big one?
Brother Dazhi looked a little disappointed, but immediately became more proud.
As I get older, I have already mastered the harp.
At this age, who still has the energy to fight for themselves?
It's all about children.
Brother Dazhi suffered a lot in the early years and endured a lot of hardships. Finally, God has a vision. As he approaches old age, his son strives for success. The key is to pamper him and pamper him.
Brother Dazhi grabbed his son's shoulders and said arrogantly: "I believe everyone knows my son without introduction."
Brother Dazhi grinned and glanced at the old guys who accompanied him in the world war: "In a word, what my son says from now on will be what I say!"
After saying that, he glared at Queen Ma proudly, as if to say: Did you see that? This is inheritance, this is the family fortune that I, a father, have saved for my son.
Queen Ma curled her lips and ignored him.
The big guys from the Beimang clan didn't say a word either.
He just maintained a solemn posture and stood in front of him, as if he was swearing an oath in front of the battle.
The atmosphere was solemn and a bit stiff.
"The whole army" looked at Zhang Xiangbei.
Zhang Xiangbei raised his eyes and looked around: "What he said is also what I said."
"Yes! General!"
The big guys from the Beimang Clan shouted in unison.
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yard.
Xiao Shiyi leaned on crutches, scratched the crack in the door, and peeked at the scene outside the door with resentment and jealousy.
My teeth are about to be broken.
"Grandpa, why should he?"
Xiao Shiyi's expression was twisted and heartbreaking.
"If the army comes to the city tonight, he will Zhang Xiangbei, go into battle and lead the troops." Xiao Guhai exhaled heavily.
"Which country dares to provoke us, China?" Xiao Shiyi frowned.
"Yes." Xiao Guhai murmured to himself, with profound meaning. "Which country dares to provoke China?"
When Xiao Shiyi heard this, his body suddenly trembled and his face turned pale.
