Late at night, Rong Shengli study.

In a soft light, Rong Shengli held a cup of hot water and aimed at the few people in Honor:

"Ye Tianlong cut off Rong Siyue's hand?"

His tone remained flat: "He didn't give you any face?"

"Yes! He killed it."

Glory took a half step forward, trying his best to forbearance, but still angered in his eyes: "Knowing who we are, but not giving us any face."

"Ye Tianlong is too arrogant, I took the initiative to calm down, even Lin Miaomiao's injuries, but he still hurt people in front of my face."

"One sword cut off Rong Siyue's hand, not only hurting your grandson's hand, but also hitting me and the Rong family in the face."

"I really want to order him to rectify the Fa on the spot, why did you let Uncle Wang stop me from moving him?"

He is also considered to be a small person in the city, otherwise it would be difficult for him to take root in the border for fifteen years, but he would still be angry about what Ye Tianlong did.

Wang Gebi coughed and squeezed out with a smile: "Ye Tianlong is indeed a bit frantic, and his hostility is greater than when he cut off Song Donghua's arm."

"But his skill is ten times stronger than before."

"The old slave is also considered to be a successor of Shaolin's 72 stunts, and he was beaten to find teeth before he showed his moves."

His smile became playful: "He is even better than the Lone Star Master Tai back then."

Wang Gobi, who had understood the whole story, didn't tell that Lin Miaomiao and Rong April provoked first. He knew that Honor didn't want to listen to this.

For Honor, truth is meaningless, and the most important thing is his own good or bad, so Wang Gobi reminded Honor:

"To win Ye Tianlong, at least one regiment is needed."

Wang Gobi sighed: "And it is equipped with heavy firepower..."

Glory changed his face slightly when he heard this. He was also a wise man, and he naturally understood what Wang Gobi meant.

Ye Tianlong had chopped off Song Donghua's arm before. As a result, he was alive and well, and Ye Tianlong was not very good at that time.

So now he has cut Rong Siyue's hand without any fuss, not to mention his skill is far beyond his former self.

Wang Gobi wanted glory and didn't act rashly, so as not to be liquidated by Ye Tianlong's backhand.

"Dad, we can't do anything with Ye Tianlong?"

Glory's voice was unwilling: "Just let him yell and hit his face like this? How can you let the face of the Rong family go?"

"I am ashamed to say that I really can't do anything with him."

Rong Shengli lowered his head and took a sip of hot water, then leaned back on the sofa and looked at his son and sighed:

"On his own, he is a ninth-rank pinnacle master. Few people in Huaxia can beat it. No, few people in the entire world can."

"Playing in the dark and conspiracy, his mind is like a fox, and he is loyal to his men. In addition to the ineffective siege, it may also cause him to turn around and retaliate."

"Speaking of backer and background, he has Zhao Ditian and the old prince. As long as he does not violate the bottom line of the country, no one can frame him to death."

Speaking of this, Rong Shengli's tone has a touch of helplessness, but at the same time there is a trace of undisguised appreciation.

The Glory voice sank: "China is a country, with national laws and systems, how about backing and strength?"

"If you break the law, you have to inquire."

He plausibly said: "Is it because of his strong background, we let him get away with it?"

"China does have laws and systems, but that is just a broad fairness. For many people, it always has its own flexibility."

A cold light flashed in Rong Shengli's eyes: "Otherwise I would have died a long time ago. You also died 15 years ago."

"You should understand that the emperor has committed the same crime as the common people. That is a big joke. When have you seen the emperor in power beheaded?"

"You and I should know in my heart that if you really want to strictly enforce the law in accordance with China, it is not enough for me to shoot you ten times."

Wang Gobi added a glass of water to Rong Shengli.

Glory disagrees: "That's different. We have merit in China, at least we have more merit than ever. Ye Tianlong is an arrogant bastard."

"Arrogant bastard?"

Rong Shengli snorted coldly: "The expedition number of Uzbekistan, a bunch of national treasure experts, and priceless blueprints are all brought back by Ye Tianlong with his life."

"You should know in your heart that this Expeditionary Ship will be China's first aircraft carrier and will enable the entire navy to achieve a qualitative leap."

"This credit is ten times greater than your stabilization of the border, and it is enough to offset the consequences of his shooting you."

He looked at his son with an ugly face: "I'm not afraid to tell you that the expedition has made China's senior officials treat Ye Tianlong's baby very hard."

"In addition to the great significance of the Expedition to China, that is, they have seen the great value of Ye Tianlong."

"If there is the first expedition, then there will be a second and third expedition..."

"For many things that China has a headache and it is not convenient to come forward, Ye Tianlong will be the best choice. Even Old Man Jin is interested in Ye Tianlong."

"You and Ye Tianlong are standing in front of the'First Ring of the Capital', and you can only keep one. You said, will they kill you or Ye Tianlong?"

Rong Shengli unceremoniously reprimanded Honor: "So you are going to die with Ye Tianlong, what are you looking for?"

Glory shook his body when he heard this, and then fell silent.

For a long time, he raised his head: "Ye Tianlong's strength is a bit beyond my surprise."

"Just because of his strength, let's bear it like a turtle?"

He reminded Rong Shengli: "I remember that the Rong family has a lot of blood debts with him..."

"Of course I know he owes a lot of blood debt to the Rong family..."

Rong Shengli put down the cup in his hand, slowly came to Honor, patted his shoulder and said, "I will definitely get it back."

"But now is really not the time."

He comforted his son: "Give me a little time, and you will bear with me for a while. I will give you a fair deal with April's grievance of severed hand."

Feeling the warmth of Rong Shengli, the dissatisfaction of glory dissipated like a tide, and then gently nodded: "It is my beloved son who is eager and reckless."

"I will handle this matter carefully and try to avoid conflicts with Ye Tianlong."

There was a coldness in his eyes: "But I will always remember this sword tonight..."

"Don't think about this, let April heal your wounds first, and then hold your 60th birthday, and I'll talk about the rest later."

Rong Shengli shook his arm: "Also, when you go out later, please go to the Lafayette to please peace..."

Glory nodded: "Understand."

Five minutes later, Glory left the study, and went to the other end in a bad mood, preparing to greet Jia Mingzhu.

On the way forward, Rongguang walked towards him, holding a porcelain bowl in his hand, and when he saw Honor bowing down, he laughed:

"The third child, what's the matter? So depressed?"

He added the last sentence: "What happened to Secretary Lin and April?"

Glory didn't conceal the slightest bit, he took out a cigarette and lit it: "Yes, I want to be nasty, but the old man wants me not to act rashly."

"Although I know that he is worried about the overall situation, after all, he broke his hand in April and his inability to be a father is really painful."

He was very aggrieved.

"In the recent 60th birthday, there are still a lot of trivial matters entangled. The old man doesn't want to chew hard bones to cause changes, which is understandable."

Rongguang kept smiling: "Don't take it to heart. The Rong family is inconvenient to take action, but it does not mean that other forces cannot take action."

"For example, the teacher of Rong April..."