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

The garrison was supplemented by Zhang Xiangbei's personal soldiers led by Shen Zhongye, plus 100,000 Beimang elites guarding the outside of the city.

In Zhao Changying's eyes, and even in Li Shiyan's eyes, this was a heavy bargaining chip.

This not only ensured absolute control inside and outside the capital, but also made Li Shiyan's way down the mountain dead end.

Li Shiyan stood up with difficulty and stared at Zhang Xiangbei in disbelief: "Have you already retreated?"

Wang Linan interrupted: "He just retreated, not dead."

Dean Gu sighed and said: "Xiao Li, it's time for you to catch up. What you are going to meet is Zhang Xiangbei who has not retreated. You will know why overseas countries are more afraid of Bei Mang than at home."

Outside the conference room, rapid footsteps sounded.

There was a brief scream, but more importantly, there was a dull and heavy sound of falling to the ground.

The ten-minute audible but invisible one-sided "war" ended.

Li Shiyan's heart was pounding and his whole body was cold. He wanted to call for help, but for a moment he didn't know who to call.

He beat everyone he had the nerve to beat.

He was too embarrassed to call his father.

Before going down the mountain, he yelled in his father's study that what he would do this time would be more beautiful and neat than what his father did back then.

But now, the Beimang Army a door away controlled the three courtyards. Zhang Xiangbei, standing in front of him, easily reversed the situation with just a few phone calls.

It seemed like he was able to connect all the forces to his advantage without any effort.

And those military forces really listened to him and obeyed his words...

With his heart beating like thunder, Li Shiyan looked around at all the old foxes in the conference room, slurring at the corner of his mouth and sweating profusely: "Are you really not afraid of him?"

Zhang Xiangbei's power has reached the sky, and he can easily change the layout of the capital.

This kind of person would have died eight hundred times in ancient times!

And how could these old foxes, who dared to rebel even in the mountains, tolerate him in order not to let go of their power?

How could you allow him to hang out in front of you every day?

"Xiao Li, the situation is too small."

Wang Lin'an stood up leisurely and walked in the middle of the crowd, as if this change was accomplished under his strategizing. He was very proud and proud: "You know what it means to have power over the ruling party without restraint, and great achievements." Lord, does the Lord not doubt?”

"He just likes to make a few personal attack jokes with us old guys, and he just likes to grab something we are willing to give."

"He often does big things in return that we want to do but don't dare to do."

"What's wrong with him occasionally bullying us and giving us a face? After dealing with him for so many years, we still don't understand him Zhang Xiangbei?"

"Xiao Zhang still respects us old guys deep down."

Li Shiyan opened his mouth to breathe, his breath disordered and heavy.

boom!

The conference room door was kicked open.

Shen Zaiye came with the crowd smelling like blood.

"General, all the traitors have been killed!" Shen Zaiye looked at Zhang Xiangbei with feverish eyes.

God in him.

Like Long Fei, like the Eight Gods of War, and like countless Beimang soldiers who fought alongside Zhang Xiangbei.

None of them obeyed, and none of them listened.

But when Zhang Xiangbei gives an order, they will go through fire and water!

Because they know better than anyone what kind of person this man who retired from the altar was at the peak of his power!

"Two left."

Zhang Ruoyu opened his thin lips slightly and stared directly at the Li brothers.

clap clap clap!

The elite soldiers of Beimang raised their guns and stared at him eagerly.

Everyone who was close to the Li brothers moved away for fear of being accidentally killed.

Zhang Xiangbei did not ask his subordinates to put away their guns openly.

Facing the enemy, Zhang Xiangbei has never been a generous commander.

"Zhang Xiangbei, you can't kill me!" Li Shiyan roared angrily, took out his cell phone tremblingly, and called his father in a hurry.

The phone rang for a long time before being answered.

Li Shiyan quickly reported the situation: "Father, I failed, Zhang Xiangbei wants to kill me!"

There was silence on the other side of the phone for a long time again.

"Give him the phone." An old but powerful voice said.

Li Shiyan quickly handed the phone to Zhang Xiangbei.

The latter answered the call and put it to his ear: "Hello."

"Let them go, you can choose a seat as you like. Whatever you like, we can satisfy you on the mountain. Let's forget about the past." The old voice gave in, surprisingly calm.

Zhang Xiangbei stood tall and straight, and his whole body burst out with unparalleled domineering majesty: "I want them all."

"Including your son's life."

Zhang Xiangbei raised his right hand slightly and opened his thin lips slightly: "Kill."

Bang bang bang!

Intensive gunfire rang out.

The conference room was filled with a strong smell of blood.

Two beaten bodies lay in a pool of blood.

They kept their eyes open until they died, unable to believe that they would die tragically in this shuffle that was supposed to be theirs to take over the banner of power.

They couldn't believe even more that Zhang Xiangbei dared to order the execution even though his father had come forward.

Why does Zhang Xiangbei hate himself so much? Is not killing enough to vent your anger?

Zhang Xiangbei once again put Li Shiyan's phone close to his ear: "Should you go down the mountain to hold a funeral for your son, or should I take your son's ashes up the mountain?"

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Tomorrow 3.