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"Brother Prince!"

Seeing that the person coming was the prince, Liang Zai Nan was relieved, but then he felt a little complicated.

They are also Hongxing's fiancés, and the prince's strength is obviously much higher than him at this time. It is a good thing to be lucky to have someone in a high position to take responsibility, but for ambitious people, it is too difficult to

The high position within reach is not one's own, which inevitably makes people feel a little disappointed.

This kind of mixed flavors, Liang Zai Nan, who is still immature at the moment, still needs to digest it.

However, given his qualifications, I believe it won’t take long to change this mentality.

At the top of the stairs, Li Wenhang waved his hand. Xiao Wei, who was beside him, understood and hurriedly stepped forward to hold Liu Haizhu.

"What the hell are you pretending to be?"

Under Xiwei's pull, Liu Haizhu finally let go, let go of the bruised and swollen Datianer, and spat lightly.

Turning back, he saw the handsome Nan staring at him. Without thinking, he raised his hand and pointed.

"What are you looking at?"

Three simple words, but they carry an incomparable power of deterrence.

Fortunately, Xiwei quickly patted Liu Haizhu again as a reminder, and Liu Haizhu then stopped.

Things calmed down here, and Li Wenhang looked at the prince, but did not speak.

Obviously, by being able to stop Liu Haizhu, Li Wenhang gave the prince enough face. As for whether to continue the conversation and how to talk about it, it depends on how sincere the prince is.

The prince took a deep breath, walked quickly to the table in the middle, and put his right hand up.

Li Wenhang raised his eyebrows and asked coldly: "What do you mean?"

"Didn't you tell me that you would have to use up your arms to stop? I brought it here myself."

It was crisp and neat, just like the prince's previous style, but it seemed a little different.

"Do you really think I don't dare?"

Li Wenhang narrowed his eyes and snorted coldly.

"Xiwei!"

Upon hearing the call, the loyal Xiwei immediately got up and went into the kitchen.

A moment later, when Xiwei walked out of the kitchen again, he already had a bright bone-chopping knife in his hand.

He stood opposite the prince in two steps and reached out to grab the prince's arm. Da Fei and Pretty Nan, who were beside him, finally couldn't hold their breath and hurriedly stepped forward to stop Xiwei. At the same time, they turned and growled at the prince.

"There's no need to be like this, Prince Brother. At worst, I, Dafei, will accompany you to fight with Yi'an!"

"That's right, no matter how fierce and vicious the people in Ngee Ann are, they will not be our opponents in Hongxing. As long as you are willing to take the lead in fighting, Mr. Jiang will support you!"

"enough!!"

The prince's shout interrupted Da Fei and Liang Zai Nan's chatter.

He raised his head and looked through the crowd, landing directly on Li Wenhang's face.

"Actually, that day in the boxing ring, I couldn't figure it out. I blocked the gun for Baa Di Zilong, but I still wanted to say that he beat me."

"While I was recuperating in the hospital these days, I thought about this problem over and over again, and finally I figured it out."

After a pause, the prince withdrew his gaze and cast his eyes on his arm that was placed on the table.

"In the decisive battle in Tsing Yi, I had a hand in letting Yaoyang escape. I fought with him, but it ruined the club's major events and brought shame to the club. That day in the boxing ring, he took advantage of Yaoyang's intrusion.

When he knocked me down, I actually had the strength to continue fighting with him, but because I was afraid of death, I took the initiative to give up my fighting spirit.”….

"He risked his life. Not only did he win back the tone of the fight with me in Tsing Yi, but he also polished his brand again. Looking back now, he would say that he defeated me because he has proved that he is more generous than me.

If I had not intervened on the day of the decisive battle in Qing Yi, but had concentrated on dealing with Ali, he would have been able to kill Yaoyang."

As he said this, the prince's fists clenched unconsciously, but finally they suddenly unclenched.

"Yes, I admit that he defeated me, but I will prove that I am not a coward who is greedy for life and afraid of death, so I give this arm to you and Yi'an as atonement for letting Yaoyang run away that night. From now on,

I will still continue to hunt Yaoyang, no matter the ends of the earth, until Hong Xing's sign is polished again, I owe you an explanation!"

After saying these words, everyone including Liangzi Nan and Da Fei were all stunned.

A man, a true man, should not fight for his reputation.

At first glance, this statement sounds quite humorous, and may even sound a bit stupid or even mind-numbing.

But it is such impulsive things that are the most annoying.

Especially the short mules who have been around the world for a long time.

Is having money enviable?

Of course, we are all living in this world, and who doesn’t want to drive a luxury car and have sex with beautiful women every day?

But envy is envy, but it is not respect.

In retrospect, the things that can really command respect are not all the people and things that may seem "silly" to outsiders.

Li Wenhang believed that he could not be such a person, but it did not hinder his appreciation of these people.

After all, it is precisely because of these "idiots" in the club that he can sit securely at a high place and be protected by others.

"I understand what you mean."

Li Wenhang nodded, walked back from the stairs and came to Xiwei's side.

He stretched out his hand to take the bone chopping knife from Xiwei, and with a "swish", it fell down instantly!

quick!

Handsome Nan also walked out in the shadow of swords and swords, but he had never seen such fast movements before.

Even the prince was stunned by this lightning-fast sword strike.

But when it finally settled down, the expected pain did not appear.

The bone-chopping knife was hanging on the prince's wrist, and its cold edge seemed to have cut off the prince's hair.

"You'll pay back the favor with this knife. We won't be even until you kill Yaoyang."

He threw his hand slightly casually, and the bone-chopping knife drew a graceful arc, turned twice in the air, and was nailed to the table in front of everyone. Looking forward along the blade, he gave Hong Xingzhu's instructions.

Tea is rippling slightly.

The prince picked up the tea cup and looked at Li Wenhang's figure who had returned to the second floor, feeling excited.

Is it a warning? Or something else?

The prince's heart was filled with astonishment by Li Wenhang's sudden display of skills. He was convinced that with his current skills alone, if he were to face Li Wenhang, his chances of winning would be less than 30%...

With complicated emotions, the prince picked up the tea cup and drank it in one gulp.

…

The story of He Yi'an talking about mathematics with Hong Xing spread throughout the world the next day.

In particular, the handsome boy Nan was beaten violently by the unattractive Liu Haizhu in the teahouse, and the prince was finally willing to offer his arms to admit his mistake. The short mules were amazed and amazed.

How many years has it been since Jiang Zhen founded Hongxing? Except for the period when Hehe Tu was at its strongest and Dong Ying was an old enemy, how many years has it been since there were societies that called Hongxing into ruin?

Especially the prince, who is recognized by the world as the God of War. His bowing his head and admitting his mistake is enough to shock the world!

Just when the short mules couldn't help but heatedly discuss the real secret of Ngee Ann's rapid rise, in the Jiang family villa in the Central District, Jiang Tiansheng could no longer hold back and pinched the cigar in his hand.

With Jianghu being so mixed up, there were very few things that could make Jiang Tiansheng lose his composure.

But this time He Yi'an almost stepped on Hong Xing to steal the limelight. Even the prince, who was already destined to be Hong Xing's successor in his heart, bowed his head in public, which undoubtedly touched his bottom line.

Pick up a cigar again, cut off the seal, and hold it in your mouth again.

Jiang Tiansheng narrowed his eyes, picked up the phone on the table, and dialed Chen Yao.

"Ah Yao, how is the search for candidates for Kowloon Fifi?"

"We already have an idea of ​​Mr. Jiang. He is Yin Jian's son, and he is nicknamed the 'King of Fighters!'"

"King of Chaps? Haha, okay! I like this title. I will allocate money to him and let him know. As long as he can wipe out the gangsters with Ngee On in Kowloon Tong, I will praise him as the boss of Kowloon City."

people!".

A fair-weather ghost