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

Jing Fei's expression was indifferent, his strong body squeezed towards the door, he raised his eyes and glanced at his international friend: "I'll wait for you downstairs."

After that, he walked towards the stairs alone.

"Jing Fei!" Shang Hongji shouted angrily, but he couldn't stop Jing Fei, who had made up his mind.

The corners of the international friends' eyes were raised, with a look of contempt on their faces: "There is an old saying in China that you are seeking your own death."

He glanced at Jing Fei's burly back and said sarcastically, "That's him."

After that, he followed Jing Fei's footsteps and walked downstairs.

The group of brothers and sisters, who were playing their own games, raised their heads worriedly. They stopped playing with their mobile phones and peeling fruits, with sad expressions on their faces.

They are good at being in a den, and they are good at it. After all, they have connections, background, connections, and resources. No matter how arrogant they are, nothing big will happen.

But these usually domineering and domineering yamen don't dare to do this kind of stupid thing that will affect the international outlook and even destroy his father Qingyun Lu.

If you do it, you will regret it for the rest of your life.

"Jing Fei is too impulsive." The leader sighed heavily and frowned. "How could you cause such a thing at this critical moment?"

"That ghost guy is the representative of the military department of the United States. He is a God of War-level boss. His strength is certainly unparalleled, and his level is still high. He is on an equal footing with Long Fei." A certain yamen took a deep breath and was very worried.

Shang Hongji narrowed his eyes and said, "I don't think you respect Beimang Marshal Long Fei very much."

Even Shang Hongji didn't take a fancy to the newly appointed Beimang Marshal at first.

When everyone heard this, they felt guilty.

Normally, no matter how fierce Long Fei is, he is his own God of War. He is not like Zhang Xiangbei who criticizes like crazy, attacking anyone he catches without distinction.

Of course the government officials with strong family backgrounds are not afraid of him, nor do they respect him.

It can be compared to a military god of war in the United States who is at the same level as Long Fei and can stand on an equal footing.

Who can not panic?

They don't follow the rules of the wall, and they don't know the parents of the yamen, so they won't give them face.

"It would be great if Long Fei was here..." The leader lit a cigarette and frowned.

"Wouldn't it be better if Zhang Xiangbei was here?"

Shang Hongji suddenly felt nauseous and felt physically unwell.

The outlook on life, values, and even the outlook on making friends, at this moment, kind of fell apart and completely collapsed.

Not only does she look down on the gangsters in this circle, but she also looks down on herself.

On the contrary, I admire Jing Fei, who is usually a bit unpopular and seems out of place in the circle.

At least this guy, who has been evil since he was a child, doesn't lose control at critical moments and is not afraid of trouble.

"Brothers, please lock the door and don't run around. It's not safe outside."

Shang Hongji strode downstairs.

Just like today, she came to visit Liao Ziya at night despite the pressure from Ning Zi's family.

At this moment, she also wanted to go downstairs to cheer for Jing Fei, who had called her Sister Hong since she was a child.

The gang of yamen looked at each other in shame, their eyes evasive, and the atmosphere was very depressing and distorted.

……

The night has fallen.

There is an open lawn downstairs in the hospital.

When Shang Hongji arrived, Jing Fei was already fighting fiercely with his international friend who was half a head taller than him and as strong as a beast.

Among the yamen, only Jing Fei was promoted by his father as a top soldier, and the rest were civilians even if they served in the military.

He was bloody and not considered a waste, otherwise he wouldn't have dared to fight Zhang Xiangbei that night, and he wouldn't have dared to fight with this ghost guy tonight.

But compared with the American military representative in front of him who was more powerful than the leader of the Marine Corps, General Michel, Jing Fei obviously couldn't bear it.

After only three or five blows, his head was bleeding, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen.

But he refused to accept it, hunched over like a wounded beast, his face full of anger.

"With your rank and level, you are not worthy of me taking action." Daniel glanced at Jing Fei contemptuously. "But from the look of you, you should be from the Chinese military."

Daniel rubbed his iron fist as big as a bowl and said sarcastically: "Stop dreaming about your dream of having the Chinese Marine Corps number one in the world."

"This time I came to China to defeat the Beimang Marine Corps head-on."

Shang Hongji's eyes widened with anger, he was furious, and he was a little worried about Jing Fei.

The difference in strength between the two is too great. If they continue to fight, they will either die or be disabled.

She secretly took out her cell phone and wanted to call Uncle Jing. She couldn't handle this matter, and Jing Fei couldn't handle it either.

"Miss Hong."

Jing Fei wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said with a ferocious face: "Everyone is responsible for the work, don't cause trouble for my father."

Shang Hongji was stunned for a moment, and his heart sank.

If you don't call Uncle Jing, will you really let this Daniel beat Jing Fei to death?

"Just having backbone is useless." Daniel's eyes were contemptuous, as if he were watching an ant struggling under his feet. "You have to be capable."

"do you have?"

Daniel pulled open his jacket, revealing pieces of explosive muscles like steel bars.

The body is like an iron tower, full of intimidating power that can destroy the world.

His aura leaked out and swept over Jing Fei.

Ding ding ding.

The harsh ringing sounded like a reminder.

Jing Fei put his hand in his pocket and took a look. It was his father calling.

His expression changed suddenly and he wanted to give up, but he finally accepted the call.

"If you have the ability, beat him to death."

Jing Fei's father, an old general who had been in the military for many years and whose attacks were more ruthless and cruel than Zhang Xiangbei's, said in a low and majestic voice: "I have worked hard all my life to gain merit, and I will give you a reprieve from death."

"You are going to be beaten to death. I will regard you as bringing glory to the country, and I will give you the tomb of meritorious deeds assigned to me by the country."

Jing Fei's blood was boiling, his eyes were red, and his whole body was trembling: "Old guy, I won't let you look down on me."

"You'd better not let me look down on you." Jing's father said every word. "The Daniel standing in front of you is one of the twin war gods of the United States and is famous in the West."

"But in front of Zhang Xiangbei, he is just a piece of shit."

"You second-generation ancestors are usually dissatisfied with this, look down on this and others, and you blame us old guys every day for looking at Zhang Xiangbei, even if you don't have any shame."

"It's impossible to say that you can't even shovel the shit out of Zhang Xiangbei's eyes, right?"