At the dim street corner, the mighty Bei Mang army did not come.
All that came was a red taxi covered in mud and water.
The brother cursed and collected the fare, kicked the three passengers in the car who were wearing old-fashioned clothes out of the car, stepped on the accelerator and rushed out, splashing mud and water all over the three of them, whether intentionally or unintentionally.
But the three passengers were indifferent, they just lined up one by one and stood at the entrance of the corridor.
"Where are the five thousand Beimang elites?" Han Shixiao put out the cigarette in his hand and asked coldly. "Where is Beimang Marshal Long Fei?"
Although he had long known that Zhang Ruoyu was bragging, at a certain moment, Han Shixiao hoped that Zhang Ruoyu was not bragging.
Among Chinese men, who doesn’t admire Beimang’s army? Who doesn’t want to meet Beimang’s marshal Long Fei?
That's a living legend.
But look at the three crooked melons and cracked jujubes downstairs. Who looks like Long Fei? He's not as tall as Zhang Ruoyu!
"The one at the head is Beimang Marshal Long Fei." Zhang Ruoyu pointed at the little man downstairs who was less than 1.7 meters tall.
"Are you sure?" Han Shixiao's eyes flashed with anger.
After all this, this guy still wants to lie?
"Of course, I have known him for ten years, and I will not admit his mistake even if he turns to ashes!" Zhang Ruoyu raised his eyebrows. "Although he is not tall and can barely stand 1.7 meters in shoes, in the Beimang Army, his comprehensive
His combat power is second only to Zhang Xiangbei, the soul of Beimang, and he is the well-deserved number two figure."
Zhang Ruoyu ignored Han Shixiao's expression of being about to go berserk and said, "Speaking of which, Long Fei also has a nickname in Beimang that is particularly suitable for his status."
Regardless of whether Han Shixiao was interested or not, Zhang Ruoyu blurted out: "General Shorty."
Han Shixiao's face was extremely gloomy, and he felt that his intelligence had been insulted.
Just when he was about to give the order for the eager young men downstairs to go upstairs, Zhang Ruoyu waved his hand and said: "Let's go downstairs and introduce you to these Beimang legends. You are lucky enough to get mine."
Guang, in ordinary times, you are not qualified to say hello to them."
Han Shixiao hesitated for a moment and followed Zhang Ruoyu downstairs.
It's convenient to go down and do things, so as not to disturb Han Jiangxue's purity.
"hooligan!"
As soon as he walked out of the corridor, Zhang Ruoyu strode forward: "Didn't your lieutenant call just now to say that all five thousand elites in Beimang are coming to drink my wedding banquet? Why are you the only ones here? Where are the people?"
This question seemed to be asked on behalf of Han Shixiao, but Han Shixiao looked on with cold eyes, admiring Zhang Ruoyu's poor acting skills.
"All five thousand people have come, and the commotion is too great. Binhai's senior officials will not be able to sit still." When the little man answered Zhang Ruoyu, he looked very nervous, and even his body was trembling...
But his eyes were fixed on Zhang Ruoyu for a moment, as if he was afraid that he would disappear out of thin air and disappear.
"Xiao Han, did you hear that?" Zhang Ruoyu glanced at Han Shixiao and curled his lips. "General Long is thinking about our Binhai. If all the people come here, the traffic in the city may be paralyzed."
When Han Shixiao heard this, he put his hands in his pockets and stepped forward with a sullen face.
He was 1.82 meters tall and looked down at the little man: "Do you know how to judge for pretending to be a soldier?"
"What did you say?" The little man raised his eyes slightly. Those dark eyes seemed to contain a hundred thousand volts of high-voltage electricity, which made Han Shixiao's heart tremble suddenly.
But Han Shixiao was not an ordinary person after all. He raised his head, raised his voice, and asked sonorously: "I say! Do you know how many years in prison you will be sentenced for pretending to be a national hero!?"
As soon as he finished speaking, dozens of fierce men in suits rushed over and surrounded the three of them!
In an instant, the atmosphere became tense.
The little man raised his head. Although he was short, the surging aura that filled his body easily crushed the anger that escaped from Han Shixiao's body.
"I'm not pretending." The little man opened his thin lips slightly and said every word. "My name is Long Fei."
"You are Long Fei, and I am Long Fei's father!"
As soon as Han Shixiao finished speaking, Long Fei, who was half a head shorter than him, raised his hand and slapped him.
Although Han Shixiao quickly raised his arm to block it, the slap was so powerful and heavy that Han Shixiao's arm was hit hard on his face!
Snap!
Han Shixiao staggered a few steps, feeling his face was burning and his eyes were filled with stars.
After this slap in the face, the scene completely exploded, and all the followers were clamoring to destroy this dwarf who didn't know the heights and heights of the world.
Han Shixiao, who was a little dizzy, spit out blood, tugged on his tie, and roared hysterically: "Even if the five thousand Bei Mang troops come tonight, I will kill you!"
While they were talking, the group of followers descended from the mountain like tigers and rushed towards Long Fei and the others.
"Uncle, calm down!"
Zhang Ruoyu quickly stopped Han Shixiao, who was out of control, and acted as peacemaker: "Don't be impulsive, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous!"
Han Shixiao's face was full of ferociousness: "How unimaginable?"
"They will beat you to death!" Zhang Ruoyu said earnestly, as if he was really worried about his uncle's safety.
Han Shixiao was furious and completely lost his mind: "Do it!"
Dozens of well-trained tough men in suits swarmed forward, and just as they were about to take action, Long Fei pulled out a gun with unusual composure and pressed it firmly against Han Shixiao's head.
"Can you try moving one?"
The muzzle of the gun was as dark as an abyss, filled with thick murderous intent.
The boss was pointed at a gun, and the group of vicious followers were completely stunned.
"How many bullets do you have in your gun?" Han Shixiao was not afraid at all. He even used his head to hit the muzzle of the gun with fierce eyes. "Can you kill all of us?"
Vomiting blood, even though a gun was pointed at his head, Han Shixiao, who was hunched over like a wild beast, roared: "Kill them!"
The gang of desperado followers were completely infected by Han Shixiao. Their eyes were bloodshot, like ferocious beasts.
Long Fei frowned and his temper suddenly rose!
Zhang Ruoyu said a lot on the phone just now, but in Long Fei's ears, the subtext was not to make the formation look like a military parade.
At this moment, Zhang Ruoyu advised Han Shixiao not to be impulsive, otherwise he would be beaten to death.
This sounds like a threat to Han Shixiao, but in fact it is a warning to Long Fei: Stop beating my uncle, and you will get better in the future!
The scene seemed tense, but Long Fei kept watching Zhang Ruoyu's face and did not dare to act recklessly.
Now the man named Han is very anxious. If he wants to risk his life, he can't really kill him with one shot, right?
"Brother, don't blame me, he forced me!" Long Fei turned his head and glanced at Zhang Ruoyu, who was looking around, as if he didn't even want to see the excitement, and his face suddenly sank!
Just when everyone thought Long Fei was going to shoot Han Shixiao and cause a tragedy, he suddenly threw the gun to the deputy general behind him and shouted with a strong voice: "Beimang Army, come out!"
Rumble, rumble!
In an instant, it was as if thousands of bulldozers were operating at the same time, and the ground was shaking.
The dark demolition area was like daylight, illuminated by countless bright lights.
Behind the white light, towering bodies like steel stand out!
The elite of the five thousand Beimang elites, the direct lineage of Zhang Xiangbei, walked out of the darkness, and the divine soldiers descended from the sky!
They are the sharp swords of the country and the patron saints of this nation.
They are famous overseas and are the strongest Marine Corps in the world!
They missed the young commander and wanted to meet him.
Even if the young marshal had an order not to make any noise, they still wanted to hide in the darkness and say a true farewell.
But Han Shixiao forced these five thousand Beimang troops out!
