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

hang up the phone.

Jing Fei clenched his fists and bent his waist, with murderous intent in his eyes, and said in a cold voice: "Sister Hong, please go far away, don't get blood all over you."

Whoosh!

In an instant, he swooped forward like a wolf looking for someone to devour.

Shang Hongji was so anxious that he couldn't understand why Jing Fei not only didn't give up but even risked his life after answering Uncle Jing's call.

What did Uncle Jing say?

Shouldn't he scold Jing Fei to pieces and humiliate him for being a loser?

Shang Hongji didn't even dare to look directly at the tragic scene in front of him. It was too bloody and made him feel physically uncomfortable.

……

"The fight was very fierce." The leader smoked a cigarette and frowned, watching Jing Fei retreating steadily and being knocked down again and again. His nose was bruised, his face was swollen, and his body was covered in blood.

But this kid was like a crazy beast, being knocked down time and time again, and rushing up again and again desperately.

Seeing this made the leader's heart tremble, his hands and feet became sweaty, and even the cigarette between his fingers no longer smelled good.

"Brothers, I kind of forgot what Huang Mao said just now."

The leader looked back at the yamen who were standing in the ward gnashing their teeth but in complete silence.

"He told us not to bark."

A yamenai's eyes were red and his whole body was shaking.

"He called us dogs."

Another official with exposed veins said: "We were told to shut up in our own territory and not to disturb their rest."

"Oh."

The leader lowered his head and remained silent for a few seconds, then stubbed out the cigarette in his hand, then slowly raised his head and looked around the dozen or so people in the ward who had grown up playing together: "Originally, my dad told me not to make trouble, and I can tolerate it as long as I can."

"But my brother was being beaten downstairs, and even that girl Shang Hongji came downstairs to help."

The leader opened the door with an awe-inspiring look on his face: "I can't bear it anymore."

After saying that, he rushed out of the door and rushed downstairs.

"Go to hell! Fuck that ghost!"

Several yamen rushed downstairs with ferocious faces.

Even Liao Ziya struggled to sit up and wanted to ask his brothers to help him. Even if he couldn't fight anymore, spitting would be nothing.

"Wait for me!" Liao Ziya's eyes were red with anxiety and he almost fell out of bed.

……

in the wall.

Sitting in the office, Jing Yong smoked and looked solemn.

"Old Jing!"

The owner of Building No. [-] kicked open the door, and Da Ma Jin Dao walked into the house. His eyes were red with anxiety: "What the hell are you doing hiding here? Your son was almost beaten to death! What on earth do you mean?" "

Jing Yong took a deep breath of cigarette and said calmly: "If you die, you will die. I will pretend that I never gave birth to this second generation ancestor, so as not to have to wipe his butt every day."

"Fuck your mother's bullshit!" Building owner No. [-] yelled, spitting in random directions. "You are just such a fucking son. If he dies, do you expect me to take care of you until you die? I am five years older than you!"

Jing Yong raised his eyes, glanced at the old brother and leader he had known for decades, and asked with a grin: "What am I going to do? Press that little bastard's head, kowtow to Daniel, apologize, and tell him not to hit my son. ?Spare my son’s life?”

"The military exercise is coming soon. I can't afford to lose this man, nor can I lose the dignity and pride that Beimang paid for with thousands of lives."

Jing Fei put out his cigarette, stood up slowly, and said with blood boiling: "If this second generation ancestor dares to cause trouble, he will bear it on his own!"

"He was able to beat Daniel to death, and I carried it for him. He was beaten to death by Daniel, and I buried him with my own hands!"

Jing Yong's eyes were red, and he gritted his teeth and said: "Let me save him, see Daniel's face, and apologize, what a dream!"

The owner of No. [-] slammed the table hard and cursed: "Fuck-fuck! If Zhang Xiangbei hadn't retired or faked his death, how dare those grandsons be so crazy!?"

"If you dare to secretly call Zhang Xiangbei, I will never recognize you as my brother from now on!" Jing Fei stared at the old leader coldly. "He doesn't owe us anything."

The old leader kicked the chair, shaking with anger.

It’s not that there’s no way to catch Jing Fei, it’s not that Daniel can’t be held down.

But the military exercise is about to happen, and the matter is serious.

Don't care whether it's public or private, it's both shameless and embarrassing.

Daniel will also poke holes in the sky and ferment it, and it will be as big as it is.

When the time comes, we will lose before we fight. It is impossible for these high-ranking leaders to ruin the overall situation for their own selfish interests.

He understands Jing Yong's painstaking efforts.

Even if he risked his son's life, he would never harm the country's prestige, nor would he use power for personal gain and rely on high pressure to scare Daniel away.

Not going and pretending nothing happened is the best option.

Boom!

There was a rapid knock on the door, and a subordinate broke into the house, glanced at the owner of Building No. [-], and said with sweat on his face: "Leader, your son also fought with Daniel and broke one of his legs..."

"Grass!"

Host No. [-] yelled: "This idiot is a civil servant, why are you going to start a fight? He's a guy who wouldn't even dare to kill a fish at home. He's really embarrassing me!"

"I told you a long time ago, your son is not as bad as you said, he is bloody."

After Jing Yong said this, he directly gave orders to his subordinates: "Go over there in person and capture all those second-generation ancestors who haven't taken action yet. Don't let them all end up in the hospital."

Not all of those old foxes may be as enlightened as Jing Yong. They really can't stand it any longer. Someone must be willing to use their old face to get people.

By then, all face will be lost.

The subordinates followed the order and left, but the owner of Building No. [-] shouted in a low voice: "Tell my idiot son to stay away and don't splatter me with blood!"