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

Shang Hongji narrowed his eyes slightly.

There was a chill of coldness and arrogance permeating his body.

"Are these his true words?" Shang Hongji's red lips parted slightly.

"Yes."

The middle-aged man nodded, with complex eyes and lively thoughts: This can't be what I'm thinking, right?

"He is really as arrogant as his name suggests." Shang Hongji calmed down and said calmly. "Let's go and meet the former Beimang marshal."

The middle-aged man hesitated and said: "Do you want to call someone? I have long heard that the former Beimang marshal has a very bad temper."

"No matter how irritable he is, he still dares to fight with me?" Shang Hongji asked.

Moreover, it is still outside the wall.

Moreover, it was still with a woman.

Shang Hongji has been strong-backed and confident since he was a child.

The middle-aged man did not dare to answer, so he had no choice but to accompany the eldest lady to the outside of the wall.

Along the way, the middle-aged man noticed the atmosphere inside the wall, which was obviously under martial law.

The frequency of patrols has also become higher.

There are no more interactions...

They are all capable of fighting and have great reputations.

On the contrary, there were no big shots who occasionally came out to relax and take a walk. None of them happened to meet them. They all seemed to be pretending to be busy and having many things to do.

When the middle-aged man was accompanying the eldest lady to the entrance, he suddenly covered his stomach, raised his butt slightly, and exposed his veins. His face was pale, his eyes were confused, and he was looking around as if he was looking for something...

"What's wrong?" Shang Hongji frowned.

"My stomach hurts." The middle-aged man twisted his waist, as if he was pinching something. "It's okay, I can hold on."

"Let's go and do it." Shang Hongji's face was stunned.

What a lazy donkey.

Hold it between your buttocks, just in case it makes some noise and releases some flavor.

Shang Hongji will lose face.

Walking out of the wall alone, I saw a lone off-road vehicle in an open square.

The body is majestic, the front of the car is stiff, and it is full of arrogance.

Shang Hongji originally thought that the two former and current Beimang marshals would definitely stand outside the wall to welcome his arrival.

Unexpectedly, not only Zhang Xiangbei was missing.

Even Long Fei was hanging on the steering wheel with one hand, smoking a cigarette with one hand, looking down on the world with arrogance, and didn't look at Shang Hongji seriously at all.

Shang Hongji stopped where he was, condensing for a long time.

She was giving the other party time to think about it.

I am also thinking.

Among the two people in the car, one is the world-renowned Beimang legend Zhang Xiangbei.

One is the current high-ranking young marshal, Long Fei.

In terms of level, they are all higher than him.

It makes sense to go over and say hello yourself.

But on the contrary, given her family background of Shang Hongji and the prestige and power of her ancestors in the wall, it was normal for these two young people of the same generation to get out of the car to say hello to her.

After all, in the foreseeable future, she, Shang Hongji, will definitely become a trend-setter within the wall.

He will even surpass the Iron Lady Zhao Changying and sit firmly on the wall as a younger person.

Both sides were in a stalemate.

Long Fei didn't move at all, and even put out his cigarette and prepared to light another one.

Shang Hongji couldn't even see Zhang Xiangbei sitting in the back row.

I don't know what this Beimang legend is thinking. Is he just like me, he wants to win face and doesn't want to give in easily.

In the end, Shang Hongji came up with her big plan and walked towards the crazy off-road vehicle with extremely polite steps.

He stopped next to the driver's seat and glanced at Long Fei, who was lighting up his second cigarette.

She had seen Long Fei.

Although on very large occasions.

Although I haven't communicated privately.

But for such a legendary war god in Beimang, with Shang Hongji's background, it was impossible for her not to recognize him.

She has even seen Zhang Xiangbei.

But only seen.

Not even a nod of acquaintance.

"Beimang's most fatal flaw is arrogance, arrogance, and lack of rules." Shang Hongji stared at Long Fei.

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the invisible back row.

This was said to Long Fei.

Likewise, it was for Zhang Xiangbei to listen to.

Long Fei grinned evilly and said nothing.

Shang Hongji frowned and said with a cold face, "I'm giving you the green light to go and talk slowly in the wall."

"Shall I get in the car and have a casual chat with you?"

When Long Fei heard this, he still remained silent.

The rear window slowly lowered.

Revealing a wild and unruly face.

"You just stand here and talk."

The man's wild face exuded an aggressive edge.

He sat calmly in the back row, his body tilted back slightly, his hands slightly clasped and resting on his legs.

When Shang Hongji heard this, a cold look flashed in his eyes, and he stared at Zhang Xiangbei with a chill: "You want me to stand here and talk to you?"

Shang Hongji was so angry that he wanted to laugh.

The whole world knows Beimang's madness.

But how many people in the world know that they can be so crazy?

Let her, a woman who can enter and exit the red wall at will, stand outside the car and talk to them?

Isn't this the treatment for a junior brother to report his work to the leader?

The corners of Shang Hongji's lips twitched slightly, showing faint signs of attack.

"Is there a problem?" Zhang Ruoyu tilted his head slightly, his dark eyes filled with suffocating high pressure. "This car is a special seat for Marshal Beimang. Are you qualified to sit in it? Are you qualified to let Marshal Beimang be your driver? What is your rank?"

Shang Hongji's eyes darkened, knowing that Xiangbei wanted to make him look bad.

She changed the topic and said calmly: "I don't mind opening a green channel for you and taking you in."

"Go in?" Zhang Ruoyu narrowed his eyes and asked. "What's your rank? Do you have a separate office inside? If I guess correctly, you have a chair and a table in your workstation inside, that is, in the lobby of a certain building."

"How to talk? You have so many chairs for us to sit on?"

Shang Hongji has lived in the wall all his life.

She learned all her worldly knowledge from the wall.

What I learned was also the top wisdom and strategy.

She had never seen anyone like Zhang Xiangbei.

No room left, no mercy.

With a few words, her path was blocked.

He also trampled all her dignity on the ground and drilled her feet hard.

The most outrageous thing is that everything he said is true and there is no way to refute it.

But at her age, she can come in and out at will, and there is a table and chairs inside. Isn't this a status symbol?Doesn’t it mean that the future is bright?

Why does Zhang Xiangbei sound like he is a social animal who has accomplished nothing?

Frankly speaking, Shang Hongji was a little impatient.

I have never been so anxious in my life.

She took a deep breath and stared straight at Zhang Xiangbei: "My father's office is big and spacious. She is going on a long trip today for inspection. I can use it as she pleases. Not to mention giving you a chair to sit on. I We can also provide you with a sofa to lie on.”

This one is coming from the north.

Shang Hongji stopped pretending and went straight to the show. Is this lady the second generation or the third generation?

"Xiaoji, right?"

Zhang Ruoyu's eyes were indifferent and majestic, and his movements were filled with the dominance and crushing of a super predator.

His thin lips were slightly opened and his tone was arrogant: "I came here today to lecture you, not your father."