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Chapter 409: High Profile or Low Profile?

Jiang Haotian held the phone in his hand, his whole body stiffened, and his pupils shrank violently.

He had heard this voice more than once.

Although he had never met the man, he knew who the owner of this voice was.

The legendary general who is famous all over the world, as the supreme commander, directed a heavyweight joint military exercise in the form of a conference call a few years ago.

Jiang Haotian is the organizer of this conference call.

Although he didn't have the opportunity to meet this Beimang legend face to face, Zhang Xiangbei's voice was familiar to him.

Of course, he couldn't completely confirm just by the voice on the phone.

But what the man said on the phone was so direct that Jiang Haotian had no room to pretend to be stupid.

"My name is Zhang Ruoyu."

"Also called Zhang Xiangbei."

"Han Jiangxue sitting opposite you is my wife."

Deathly silence.

Jiang Haotian's heart was in turmoil.

When the news of Zhang Xiangbei's death in battle came out, he once suspected that he might have faked his death.

It's not unusual for the country to lie on behalf of this heavyweight legend.

But what he never expected was that not only was Zhang Xiangbei not dead, he was also the son-in-law of Han Laomo, who had a blood feud with him.

"It surprised me that."

Jiang Haotian's brain was in chaos.

The anger and determination for revenge that originally lingered in my heart were slightly shaken at this moment.

It's not that he doesn't want revenge.

But I feel that revenge is too difficult.

It got so big that he started to measure himself to see if he had this ability.

Carrying the pressure of the Han family Lafayette to seek revenge is already the limit of Jiang Haotian's ability to withstand pressure.

Now, Zhang Xiangbei, who is almost a myth in the military department, suddenly appeared.

Moreover, he did not need to go through any channels to prove Zhang Xiangbei's identity.

His voice is the best proof.

"What didn't you expect?"

The bass voice on the other end of the phone had exactly the same tone and tone as the last one during the joint military exercise conference call.

Majestic and domineering.

"Are you disappointed that I'm not dead?" the man asked indifferently.

"I didn't expect it to be such a coincidence." Jiang Haotian's expression was solemn and indescribably complicated. "I am happy that you are still alive."

"Since you are happy, don't make me unhappy."

The bass voice on the other end of the phone said calmly: "Give me some face and forget about it."

"Why forget it?" Jiang Haotian frowned and said calmly. "He cuckolded me and even broke one of my legs."

"The cuckold is clearly on Shangguan Yue's head, so you have to rush to wear it?"

The bass man said lightly: "As for breaking your leg, did he break it while you were standing helpless?"

"As far as I know, that night, you sent out more than thirty masters to surround him, wanting his life and my wife's life."

"Is this happening?"

Jiang Haotian's face was ashen.

But he couldn't refute it.

With Zhang Xiangbei's skill, it is not difficult for him to find out some past secrets and old events.

But no matter what the original circumstances were, his leg was indeed broken by Han Laomo himself.

The woman he was engaged to was indeed made pregnant by Han Laomo.

He also forced the woman who originally did not want to give birth to the child.

Han Laomo was born according to a woman's head.

That night, Old Demon Han offended the entire Yanjing City.

Even the old Buddha of the Han family came to Binhai with his family that night and never set foot in Yanjing City again in his life.

"I don't blame you for wanting to kill my wife. You have to come to Binhai to seek revenge for an insignificant reason?"

The bass voice on the phone said slightly displeasedly: "You are very ignorant."

Jiang Haotian felt a little numb.

That infant child can also be considered your wife?

I have such a deep hatred, why is it so small when I want to take revenge?

What you mean by what you say is that you are big and I am stingy?

Even if you are Zhang Xiangbei, you can't be so unreasonable!

"I just want to find Han Daowei." Jiang Haotian said calmly. "I have no objection to your wife."

"I said, give me some face." The man on the other side of the phone seemed to have lost his last patience.

"You want to force me to lower my posture, please."

"Or do you want to force me to fuck you in a high position?"

Click.

The call was hung up without warning.

Zhang Ruoyu, wearing an apron and smoking a cigarette, shook the pot with a spoon and turned the fish over.

With the other hand, he sent a WeChat message to Han Jiangxue: "Hurry home, the last dish is about to be cooked."

Inside the municipal building.

Han Jiangxue came out with an uneasy expression.

Yuanmei, on the other hand, had her hands behind her back and was enjoying herself like a little old lady.

Xuebao's performance tonight once again surprised her.

This eighth woman is becoming more and more like Brother Zhang.

Horizontal enough.

Crazy enough.

The mouth is damaged and poisonous.

When he opened the car door, he found Xuebao following behind him, worried and a little lost.

"What are you waiting for?" Yuanmei urged Xuebao to get in the car. "Brother Zhang has never had the habit of waiting for others to eat. He has always been waited for by others, so hurry up."

However, Han Jiangxue stood there in a daze, looking at Yuan Mei with her beautiful eyes in confusion: "He doesn't like that there are always people causing trouble for him, right?"


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