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

Brother Dazhi's gesture of turning his head and waving his hands is very handsome and stylish, like calling a dog.

The uncle's face, which showed a slight sense of vicissitudes of life, was full of confidence.

I can't control my own son?

But when he turned around, he found that his son was playing with his mobile phone with his head down, without even looking at him.

"You're done."

Brother Dazhi glanced at He Jinchou coldly: "My son is calling someone."

He Jinchou's eyes were sharp, and the corners of his lips were full of sarcasm: "The majestic military department's special general, who was once the number one man in Beimang, is now reduced to relying on his son to show off?"

If others were to ridicule him, Brother Dazhi could easily get over it, and he could even beat him up and make him feel disgusted by his son who was so powerful.

But facing He Jinchou, a former Beimang veteran who had followed Brother Dazhi to conquer the world, he couldn't relax and couldn't let go of his face.

"General Zhang." He Jinchou said word by word. "What do you think those old brothers would think of you if they were still alive?"

"Then have you ever thought about what they will think of you?" Brother Dazhi said with a sharp look.

"I'm fine." He Jinchou said with an indifferent expression. "Ten years in the front yard, ten years in the back yard. Among the Beimang faction, I was the best and had the highest rank."

"It's higher than your peak level, Zhang Dazhi."

He Jinqiu looked down at Zhang Dazhi from a high position: "What about you, General Zhang? Who do you think you are now?"

Brother Dazhi's eyes were red and he shouted in a deep voice: "I should have sent you to the front line to block the bullet holes in the first place!"

"I will reject you." He Jinqiu said coldly. "Why is it me who leads the charge every time? Why can't it be someone else?"

"Every time so many people die, why can't I be one less?"

Brother Dazhi stared at He Jinchou coldly and said in a cold voice: "You really deserve to die!"

"The damned ones are still alive, and the damned ones are all dead." He Jinchou asked back. "General Zhang, in the end, is it you who are wrong, or is the world wrong?"

Brother Dazhi was silent.

He didn't even look back to greet his son.

It seemed inconvenient for my son to come forward on such occasions.

What are you doing out here? Beat this bastard?

This bastard was a veteran of Beimang back then and a confidant of Brother Dazhi.

Apart from being a little more aggressive in pursuing progress, he is still a good soldier overall.

"General Zhang."

He Jinchou said in a tone that this was the last time he would teach Brother Dazhi this way: "I am alive and living in a high and powerful position, but you are not happy."

"If I die, you won't be happy if I accompany those old friends to be buried in a foreign battlefield."

"You've confused me."

"General Zhang, do you want me to die or live?"

He Jinchou stared straight at Brother Dazhi.

It was as if he wanted to see into the depths of his soul.

Brother Dazhi was silent.

His eyes were confused.

"General Zhang, finally, as an old comrade, I would like to give you a piece of advice." A sly smile appeared on the corner of He Jinqiu's lips. "It's all over now, just put your tail between your legs and enjoy your life like a turtle."

"Without you, the world would still go on the same way."

After He Jinchou said that, he turned around and left in the car.

Brother Dazhi stood there and smoked several cigarettes, then rubbed his stiff face and returned to his son's car.

"I just asked you to get out of the car to cheer, didn't you see?" Brother Dazhi said a little angrily. "I'm so embarrassed by what you did!"

Brother Zhang finished his fight with Xuebao, raised his eyes slightly, and glanced at Brother Dazhi: "There will always be times when I'm not by your side."

"You have to learn to face it yourself."

Brother Dazhi took a deep breath and pushed his son gently: "I only know how to get along with your wife!"

Brother Zhang smiled and said dotingly: "Then tell me, how do you want to deal with him? I will deal with him for you before dark."

Brother Dazhi opened his mouth, a wave of emotion just hit his forehead, and then quickly fell back to the original point.

The son is notoriously ruthless when he takes action.

He was afraid that if he opened his mouth, He Jinchou would have no way to survive.

"What's wrong?" Brother Zhang urged.

"I haven't thought about it yet!" Brother Dazhi curled his lips. "I'll let you know when I think about it!"

"Oh." Brother Zhang was afraid that Brother Dazhi would live too long and trouble him every day, so he handed another one to Brother Dazhi who had just smoked a few huazi outside. He lit it for him himself and supervised him to finish smoking. "Don't think about those who are unhappy. You will soon be able to make a difference in your backyard and realize your ideals and ambitions. Be happy."

Brother Dazhi was stunned for a moment, exhaled thick smoke and asked, "What are my ideals and ambitions?"

"World Peace."

Brother Zhang is decisive.

"Fuck you!"

Brother Dazhi laughed and cursed, took two puffs of cigarette, and muttered: "I am famous for killing people without blinking an eye."

Brother Zhang gave Brother Dazhi a meaningful look, grinned and said, "Like me."

Eight years ago.

The Beimang Army, which had been dormant on the battlefield for more than ten years, once again planted its flag and became famous in one battle with overwhelming force.

The heroes from all walks of life were shocked, leaving only one sentence that Zhang Xiangbei didn't understand at the time, but now it was clear: They are back.

In that mountain where thousands of bones were buried, thousands of dead souls roared, and dark clouds covered the sky and the sun.

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PS: The Spring Festival is over, if I can get 3 in the next week, I won’t be 2~