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

The voice that sounded outside the door.

Not only did he shock the general.

Likewise, all the substitutes were shocked.

The person coming is Zhang Xiangbei?

Didn't he die in battle half a year ago?

The country officially announced it, and the major media also exaggerated it.

Even their group of high-defense substitutes felt that their existence was worthless and wanted to find another way out.

Someone outside the door calls himself Zhang Xiangbei?

All the substitutes looked at each other.

There was a turmoil in my heart.

A cold light flashed in the general's eyes, and he asked coldly: "How presumptuous! General Zhang has died in the battle long ago. Who are you? Dare to impersonate General Zhang?"

As the door opens.

None of the subordinates who stayed outside the door dared to step forward to stop him.

Let the man stride into the iron tower, as if he was in a deserted place.

Zhang Ruoyu glanced at the general who was giving a lecture. Based on his memory, he should have seen this general before, but he had never spoken to him before and was not familiar with him.

As for the group of stand-ins in the building, Zhang Ruoyu had heard of them, but he had never said hello or spoken to them.

"What are you talking about?" Zhang Ruoyu said calmly as he looked at the group of stand-ins who were wearing Beimang military uniforms and looked more like Zhang Xiangbei than himself.

But those stand-ins, one by one, were all trembling, numb, and trembling.

They stared at Zhang Ruoyu in disbelief and with horror.

It was like seeing a ghost.

No one knows Zhang Xiangbei better than them.

Zhang Xiangbei's photos were also posted in every corner of their room.

Even when I look in the mirror, what I see is very close to Zhang Xiangbei's appearance.

When this man who looked very similar to the stand-ins walked into the Iron Tower and called himself Zhang Xiangbei.

They were so shocked that their hands and feet were numb and their hearts beating rapidly.

It was like seeing a ghost.

It's like meeting a colleague.

If he is really a fellow traveler, it is no exaggeration to say that this kid is more like Zhang Xiangbei than anyone else!

The general stared at Zhang Ruoyu with a stunned expression.

As the final person in charge of this substitute plan, he certainly knew that the young man standing in front of him was the Beimang legend Zhang Xiangbei.

But he can't admit it.

If you admit it, this group of substitutes may completely collapse.

After spending so much energy and time cultivating so many substitutes, if they have no effect at all, then from another perspective, the general himself has also lost value.

No man can waste nearly ten years doing something meaningless.

If he did, his life would be basically meaningless.

"General Zhang has died in battle." The general stared at Zhang Ruoyu. "The whole world knows it, but you don't know it?"

Zhang Ruoyu glanced at the general expressionlessly and said calmly: "We should have met before at some high-level meeting."

The general denied it flatly: "I will be punished for pretending to be General Zhang!"

"Interesting." Zhang Ruoyu narrowed his eyes slightly. "A person who has studied me for nearly ten years saw the truth but didn't want to admit it."

"It seems that I'm blocking your way?"

The general's eyes turned cold and he was about to speak.

"Okay." Zhang Ruoyu raised his hand, peeled off the general's head, stood at position C in the building, raised his head, and glanced at the majestic stand-ins in military uniforms. "What about you? Do you think I am real, or do you think I am traveling with you?"

The stand-ins looked at each other and couldn't believe their eyes.

Like, so similar.

Whether it's his voice, the emphasis in his words, the way he walks, or even his glance and smile, he looks very much like Zhang Xiangbei, whom they have studied for many years.

But Zhang Xiangbei had died in battle.

Why did he die and resurrect again?

"I heard that you are planning to replace me?" Zhang Ruoyu casually lit a cigarette and opened his thin lips slightly. "I heard that in half a year, you plan to take my place, enjoy the flowers and applause from all over the world, and live out the rest of Zhang Xiangbei's life for me?"

The substitutes were still staring at each other without saying a word.

After understanding the situation, they did not dare to speak out.

Not sure who this man who looks so much like Zhang Xiangbei is.

"Do you know why I never use a substitute? Why have you lost your job since you became my substitute?"

Zhang Ruoyu blew out smoke and wrote lightly: "I sometimes think about whether I should give you a job opportunity."

"But what can you do for me?"

Zhang Ruoyu put out his cigarette, straightened his back, and said with a rainbow of momentum: "Go to the battlefield for me? You will kill the Beimang soldiers."

"Award me a medal? You don't deserve it."

"Lie in the coffin for me? Are you willing?"

"Don't think I'm being unreasonable and won't give you job opportunities."

"I tried my best."

Zhang Ruoyu's whole body burst out like a thundering force of thousands of troops: "But I am Zhang Xiangbei, how can you imitate it? With your poor acting skills, even a cook who grows vegetables and raises pigs in Beimang can see it. You have to reveal your secret on the spot.”

The scene was silent.

The group of stand-ins gradually realized that the man standing in front of them was Beimang legend Zhang Xiangbei.

They imitated the immortal legend over and over again, studying photos and videos every day.

The general's expression and eyes also verified this.

Stand-in No. [-] who lives in the room on the top floor.

In this iron tower where everything was silent, an out of place voice sounded: "Why don't you die?"

"Why are you still alive?"