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

Han Jiangxue felt happy for a while, then she took on the posture of a good wife and mother, and asked with worry on her face: "Is the situation so dangerous?"

Shen Zaiye was straight-tempered and not as emotionally intelligent as Long Fei. He said calmly: "Since I took charge of Beimang, I haven't had a single day of peace."

After a pause, he added, "Brother, I'm used to it."

"This is not a matter of getting used to it." Han Jiangxue gritted her teeth. "I'm worried about him."

"You'd better worry about yourself."

Shen Zaiye said calmly: "My brother is wise, brave, civilized and martial. What storms and waves has he never seen?"

"Xiao Shen, if you don't know how to speak, just shut up!" Yuan Mei glared at Shen Zaiye. "Why are you talking to my sister Xue?"

"I'm just comforting my sister-in-law." Shen Zaiye shrugged. "Even if my sister-in-law dies, my brother will not die."

"Fuck." Yuanmei jumped to her feet and scolded her mother. "You deserve to be your fucking little brother in Beimang for the rest of your life!"

Shen Zaiye raised his eyebrows and approached Yuan Mei. Just as he was about to speak, Yuan Mei reacted and jumped behind Han Jiangxue: "What are you doing?"

"Come here and say something." Shen Zaiye waved. "I won't hit you."

"Am I afraid you'll hit me?" Yuan Mei's face turned green.

Brother Zhang was busy at the beginning and couldn't be Yuan Mei's sparring partner every time.

Shen Zaiye made several guest appearances, beating Yuan Mei until her teeth were all over the floor, showing no mercy.

Yuan Mei came closer cursing and said angrily: "If you fart, just let it go."

"It's easy to hide from bright arrows, but hard to guard against hidden arrows." Shen Zaiye's eyes were filled with a look of solemnity. "Be careful."

"She won't die even if I die."

Yuan Mei understood what Shen Zaiye meant and immediately issued a military order.

Shen Zaiye communicated strongly with the guard group and temporarily took over the defense of Longqian Villa. A group of Beimang elites guarded here, and another group followed Shen Zaiye to the third courtyard to escort him.

……

There was deathly silence in Beimang Courtyard.

Brother Dazhi pretended to be calm and played chess with Shang Zhongtang.

The latter was already sweating profusely.

The three courtyards were controlled by secret forces.

To say the least, this is a coup.

If it's a big deal, Shang Zhongtang doesn't dare to say it.

The most important thing is that the three deans, including Zhang Xiangbei, are all banned in the three courtyards.

The people inside couldn't get out, and they, the outsiders, couldn't get in either.

Looking at the secret troops patrolling the yard with live ammunition, Shang Zhongtang was really afraid that the bloodshed of the year would happen again.

That year, Zhang Dazhi was sidelined, a number of people were promoted in the three courtyards, and a number of people were also killed suddenly.

No one doubts the power of the mountains.

Just like now, no one will question Zhang Xiangbei's threat and deterrence to various countries.

"It's your turn." Brother Dazhi nuzzled his lips and urged Shang Zhongtang.

Shang Zhongtang twitched his lips: "I'm really not in the mood to play chess anymore. Let's take a look at the battle outside. Things are going to change."

"Where are you going?" Brother Dazhi raised his eyebrows. "It took more than this battle to capture me back then."

"Isn't it chaotic enough?" Shang Zhongtang said. "When has this been going on? Are you still arguing with your son?"

Brother Dazhi took advantage of his unpreparedness and secretly took two more steps to secure Shang Zhongtang: "I will not kill you!"

……

In the conference room.

Zhao Changying was sweating profusely.

The old foxes were as calm as a mountain on the surface, but their eyes followed Zhao Changying's pacing back and forth, and they mentally paced back and forth many times.

"Xiao Zhao, can you stop shaking? I was stunned by you." Zhang Ruoyu frowned.

"I'm in a hurry!" Zhao Changying stamped his feet. "Aren't you in a hurry!?"

Yingzi didn't even look at Xiao Zhang. This kid had to put that tough mouth in a separate box when he was cremated.

But when his eyes met the dean, Wang Linan smiled calmly and said calmly: "It's a small scene."

Dean Chen chuckled: "Xiao Zhao, this is the only way to grow up. If you want to wear the crown, you must bear its weight, understand?"

Immediately, the two old men looked at each other, their mouths twisted in shock.

If you lose, you will have nothing, your children and grandchildren will not be able to succeed, and you will have to be forced to drink rat poison by those old dogs who want to live as long as the sky.

Where is this little Zhao? There isn't even a separate office.

They are the big brothers with independent courtyards.

To say they are afraid of losing, they cannot afford to lose.

dong dong.

There was a knock on the conference room door.

Li Shiyan came with the crowd.

He had changed into formal clothes and was surrounded by a group of imposing entourage, which was full of oppression.

"Have you contacted your wife?" Li Shiyan asked with narrowed eyes.

Zhang Ruoyu raised his eyes and glanced at Li Shiyan: "Have you said goodbye to your family?"

"Huh?" Li Shiyan's eyes turned cold.

Just as he was about to speak, the phone rang.

The shrill ringtone sounded like a reminder in this silent conference room.

Li Shiyan answered the phone and put it to his ear: "Hello."

"Five thousand Beimang elites entered the city. The mission failed. Wei Lin was captured. His life or death is unknown."

A quick voice sounded on the other side of the phone.

Li Shiyan broke into cold sweat on his back and his face changed suddenly.

"I'll give you three minutes to shake people off."

Zhang Ruoyu lowered his eyes and lit a cigarette, and opened his thin lips slightly and said: "Whether it's the one on the mountain or the one placed at the bottom of the mountain, you can bark as much as you can."

Zhang Ruoyu breathed out thick smoke, and murderous intent was evident in his dark eyes: "In three minutes, write a suicide note to your family, and I will personally send your ashes to the mountain."