In order to break off the engagement, I made CEO Bingshan cry.

Several US officials were stunned.

He looked at Lieutenant General Michel and then at Zhang Ruoyu who was standing at the door, his mind confused.

"Did you see clearly?" a US official whispered. "Didn't China officially announce his death?"

"I won't admit it even if he turns to ashes!"

Michelle's expression was ferocious and scared: "Besides, how many truths can the official say? Don't you usually brag all the time?"

After several US officials determined that the man standing at the door was Zhang Xiangbei, who was regarded by the US as the "number one bad boy," their original arrogance and arrogance suddenly fell to the bottom.

Stop bragging.

I don't pretend anymore.

"Then what should we do now?" A US official put forward very reliable suggestions. "General Michel, why don't you pretend that you don't know him? We haven't met him before anyway..."

“Isn’t there an old saying in China: He who doesn’t know is not guilty?”

"Are you a fucking undercover Chinese agent? How do you know so many old Chinese sayings?" General Michel frowned, feeling hesitant and nervous.

"Live and learn…"

The US official subconsciously said an old Chinese saying.

Just as General Michel was thinking about how to negotiate with the bad boy standing in front of him, the bad boy walked into the room and sat on a chair.

He lit a cigarette, looked around at the official representatives sitting around, and said indifferently: "Do you know how I usually deal with these US officials?"

This question stumped these official representatives.

They were not even familiar with Zhang Ruoyu, so how could they know how he dealt with US officials?

Boss Huang really wanted to pretend to be the boss and explain it on the spot.

But he was afraid of stealing Brother Zhang's limelight, so he bit the bullet and held back.

Seeing that no one spoke, Zhang Ruoyu raised the finger holding the cigarette and signaled to Michelle: "Tell them."

"Uh…"

General Michel opened his mouth with an exaggerated expression, hesitated, and said cautiously: "We often talk by candlelight at night, and our relationship can be said to be very close. I always think of..."

"What are you farting on?" Zhang Ruoyu breathed out thick smoke, his dark eyes filled with impatience. "I want you to tell them what the consequences will be if you mess with me."

"I usually don't mess with you..." General Michel's arrogance disappeared instantly, he rubbed his beaten head and said with a sad face. "I don't have much experience."

Michelle's answer made the originally humble official representatives at the scene go completely crazy.

Boss Huang, however, straightened his back, fearing that the old brothers would forget who invited Brother Zhang!

"Who was saying just now that in the face of absolute strength, everything is false?" Zhang Ruoyu poured himself a glass of wine and took a sip. "Are you very powerful?"

Michelle's body trembled, her eyes wandering.

General Michel was originally quite powerful.

It has also been strong for many years.

Until he met Zhang Xiangbei, the Beimang God of War.

He was beaten to the point of losing his temper. He was killed in a one-on-one duel, and was wiped out in a team fight.

On the night when he heard the bad news about Zhang Xiangbei, General Michel burst into tears, drank three hundred glasses of wine, and almost used the strength of his drinking to challenge Beimang.

"The duty of the military is to protect the country and the people's property," General Michel said with a straight face. "Strength is never a rigid criterion for evaluating whether a soldier is qualified or great."

"Sir, if you have been a soldier before, I believe you can understand what I mean..." General Michel's eyes flashed with a look of "Brother, I kneel down for you." Zhang Ruoyu was very familiar with this look. .

General Michel had such a look when he was beaten into a pig's head in a duel.

"Oh."

Zhang Ruoyu, who was sitting on the chair, flicked the ashes from his cigarette and said calmly: "Did you notice it?"

When he said this, he looked at the official representatives with a blank expression: "General Michel, are you afraid of me?"

Of course the deputies found out.

But the representatives dare not admit it...

If you really want to admit it, where can you put this old face of General Michel?

The American officials lowered their heads and did not dare to say anything.

General Michel was exposed on the spot by Zhang Xiangbei and was a little restless, but he also did not dare to refute.

He knew very well what kind of temper Zhang Xiangbei had.

The louder I shout, Brother Beizi, the more excited I become...

"For face, Beimang fought back for you through tough battles."

Zhang Ruoyu looked around and said indifferently: "In Beimang, let alone a general with a name, even if he is a butcher or a cook, do you think Michel dares to touch him? Does he dare to have a bad mouth? One sentence?"

"You are all prominent figures in the capital. You are here to discuss cooperation on behalf of the government."

"When your colleague gets beaten, you just stare? Just hold it in? Just pretend that nothing happened?"

Zhang Ruoyu slowly stood up and walked towards Michelle: "When did a broken general of the Marine Corps dare to be tyrannical in the capital of China?"

Zhang Ruoyu casually picked up a wine bottle and slammed it on Michelle's head.

boom!

Blood and wine splattered all over Michelle.

Michelle, however, held it in and didn't dare to say a word.

If he dared to get angry, Zhang Xiangbei would beat him to death.

Who is Zhang Xiangbei? General Michel still doesn’t understand him?

"Can we have a good talk now?" Zhang Ruoyu took General Michel's clothes and wiped the wine stains on his hands. "Can you stop pretending?"

"Yes!" Michelle nodded heavily. "We will definitely talk it through tonight!"

"Let's talk." Zhang Ruoyu patted Michelle on the shoulder, turned around and walked out of the box.

The scene was completely silent.

Everyone looked at General Michel in bewilderment.

His eyes were full of weirdness and confusion.

But these looks in General Michel's eyes were full of ridicule and contempt.

He became anxious and yelled at the representatives: "What the hell are you looking at? He is your legendary Chinese God of War, Zhang Xiangbei. What can I do?"