"I'm not used to wearing other people's worn-out shoes!" Yan Murong's words were like a bomb that exploded in this small bar, setting off a huge wave.
If the previous conversation between the two was considered a test, then this sentence was undoubtedly a real provocation - this little-known boy was provoking Zheng Wuming, the number one son of Yanjing.
The expressions of many people present suddenly changed, and they looked at Yan Murong in surprise-----Is this kid so strangled that he has not recovered from the lack of oxygen? How could he say such a thing to Zheng Wuming?
Su Qingwu's expression also changed. She never thought that Yan Murong's words could be so sharp. Saying such words in front of so many people would undoubtedly slap Zheng Wuming hard in the face -
---Zheng Wuming not only lost the battle but also the people, he also lost his face.
Being called a broken shoe, Dong Qiuhua felt extremely aggrieved. His tears kept falling, and his pretty face was instantly covered with tears.
With a "crash", a group of bodyguards in suits and ties ran out from the backstage and immediately surrounded Yan Murong, but they didn't take action. They were waiting. When Zheng Wuming gave the order, they went up to take down this unlucky man.
Idiots who know the heights of heaven and earth tear it into pieces.
"Zheng Wuming, how dare you!" Su Qingwu shouted softly, pushed aside the people in front of her, and stood next to Yan Murong. Her bright eyes stared at the gloomy Zheng Wuming. "Think before you do anything.
Let’s face the consequences.”
After all, they are both married couples. It doesn't matter how fierce the quarrel between them is, but now, Su Qingwu must stand up to defend Yan Murong, not only because they are husband and wife, but also because Yan Murong
Murong is still the eldest grandson of the Yan family - she knows Mr. Yan's temper. If Zheng Wuming dares to attack Yan Murong, no matter how big the Zheng family is, Mr. Yan will probably fight to the death in anger.
Therefore, after Yan Murong was surrounded by more than a dozen bodyguards in black, Su Qingwu immediately stood up.
She can't see Yan Murong clearly now - he didn't have such a personality before, why did he suddenly change so much today? It's like a sharp sword that has been unsheathed, and the sword is deadly.
It was okay for him to bet on himself, and it was okay to bet on women with Zheng Wuming, but why did he say that? When had the number one son of Yanjing ever been humiliated like this?
Yes, this is no longer a mere verbal provocation, but an insult.
Yan Murong can fight, but he can fight one or two people, but what about this group of people? Can he fight them?
There is a popular saying nowadays - No matter how good your martial arts skills are, you are still afraid of kitchen knives. What's more, the bodyguards around Zheng Wuming all have guns. If you are not afraid of knives, aren't you also afraid of guns?
Even if you can shoot more than a dozen people, won't you fall down if someone shoots you?
"Why don't I dare?" Zheng Wuming said coldly.
"You really don't dare." Yan Murong laughed, as if the dozen or so bodyguards in black surrounding him were like nothing, and he didn't take it seriously at all.
"You are not a fool, so you don't dare to do something to me - even if I don't rely on the strength of my family, I can't guarantee that they won't ignore me. You can't afford to be so big!"
The corners of Zheng Wuming's eyes twitched slightly ----- Yan Murong was right, he really didn't dare to do anything to Yan Murong, just like Yan Murong said, he couldn't afford to be so big, and neither could the Zheng family.
big.
The reason why Zheng Wuming has achieved his current achievements is not only due to his family background and luck, but also to his mind. At this point, he is worthy of admiration.
He is neither stupid nor jealous, so he will not take action against Yan Murong and recruit so many bodyguards. He just wants to save some face. Who knew that this bastard would expose him in public? It is really shameless.
.
Zheng Wuming wanted to vomit blood. It has been a long time. No one has made him so angry for a long time. Moreover, the person who ignited his anger has not been able to touch him unless -----unless unknowingly, no one has made him so angry.
Kill him if you know it. But not now, not even in the near future.
Zheng Wuming kept a low profile, but no one stipulates that low-key people are not allowed to be angry. Zheng Wuming became angry, so he also had murderous intentions towards Yan Murong.
"It seems that we really can't treat him as an ordinary opponent." Zheng Wuming thought.
"Step back." Zheng Wuming waved to the bodyguard, looked at Yan Murong and said. "Just because I don't touch you doesn't mean that I dare not touch you, whether you are targeting me because of Qingwu or because you were instigated by others.
I don’t care if it’s against me, but-----I will regard you as my opponent.”
Zheng Wuming's tone was very calm, but the people below heard it with fright.
Everyone knew that if Zheng Wuming regarded him as his opponent, then his opponent would end badly.
No matter how big the power is behind you, no matter how high your status is, if people use legitimate means to deal with you, the power behind you will not be able to control it.
"Zheng Wuming, your opponent is you and me." Su Qingwu stared at Zheng Wuming and said.
"No." Zheng Wuming shook his head and said, "I never attack the woman I like."
"Hypocritical." Yan Murong curled her lips again and said these two words that Zheng Wuming didn't want to hear the most.
"You can go." Zheng Wuming didn't want to tangle with Yan Murong anymore. Such a quarrel would only make himself more embarrassed. He was sure that with so many people present today, it wouldn't take long for him to lose face today.
It must be spread throughout Yanjing.
Therefore, Zheng Wuming announced in public that he regarded Yan Murong as his opponent, which could be regarded as saving some face in front of everyone.
Habit becomes natural ----- Everyone knows that as long as Zheng Wuming regards someone as his opponent, the other person is destined to be unlucky. Zheng Wuming has never failed before, so they believe that he will not fail this time either
fail.
Therefore, they were looking forward to seeing Yan Murong's fate.
Yan Murong didn't want to stay any longer. Since today's goal had been achieved, there was no point in staying here anymore. Calling Su Qingwu and Teng Xiangling, the three of them walked through the crowd and walked out of the gate.
"Oh, that's right." Yan Murong suddenly turned around, looked at Zheng Wuming and said. "Actually, even if you wanted to take action just now, I wouldn't give you a chance."
"I admit that you can fight." Zheng Wuming nodded. "But, can you beat more than a dozen people?"
"I can't beat you." Yan Murong shook his head helplessly. "But, I just need to beat you."
As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Murong's hand suddenly flashed with silver light, and then, a thin silver needle was inserted into the collar of Zheng Wuming's suit.
Yan Murong smiled at Zheng Wuming again and walked out without looking back.
The old man had already taught him the principle of capturing the thief first - rather than fighting with a hundred small soldiers, it is better to kill the big one with one blow.