My luck can go against the sky

At this moment, under the stage...

The crowd looked at Han Zirong with surprise and misunderstanding again.

This guy is even smug!

This is a provocation!

Naked and provocative!

Don’t you know what’s called, just accept it?

Where did Han Zirong know that he was just a simple smile, and so much content had been filled out by the brains of the crowd below.

The God of War standing in the audience also had a pale face, his brows furrowed, his face flushed as he watched the crowd looking at him.In such a situation, he was actually humiliated by this little boy again, how could he swallow this breath.

But in this kind of public occasion, he has to continue to maintain his brilliance and upright personality.

He quickly calculated his assets and found that although his assets exceeded 100 billion, it was a bit unrealistic to let him use 5 billion in cash flow at once.

But... at this time, we must not remain indifferent, we must first teach this kid a lesson.

He was expressionless under everyone's eyes and walked onto the stage with a calm expression.

The crowd suddenly became excited when they saw this scene.

"Look, God of War can't bear it anymore. He wants to make a move. This kid is going to make a fool of himself in front of everyone!"

"He took the blame, deserved it! I can already think of this kid's next tragedy."

However, Tie Zhongyun stepped onto the stage and smiled slightly.

Then slowly stretched out his hand.

"Unexpectedly, Mr. Han is still a kind-hearted person who is keen on charity. I Tie Zhongyun admire people like you most."

After all, he looked at Han Zirong sincerely, as if looking at a comrade-in-arms he had not seen for many years.

This move by God of War quickly attracted the attention of reporters, and reporters from major TV stations on the scene frantically took photos of God of War.

All of a sudden, the crowd in the audience also changed!

"Wow, God of War is worthy of being a God of War. In this case, he can still maintain his demeanor. No wonder he can become an idol of everyone."

"Yeah, I thought he was going to make a move, we are like a villain."

"In such a comparison, the guy on the opposite side looks even more despicable, and he can't even match a toe to the god of war."

In view of the previous behavior of the other party, Han Zirong did not have a good impression of this guy, so he did not reach out.

Tie Zhongyun was a little displeased, and said: "Why, does Mr. Han look down on me as a vulgar person and disdain to shake hands with me?"

In an instant, the atmosphere on the scene became tense, and everyone looked at Han Zirong curiously.

Some reporters who are not too busy to watch the excitement asked Han Zirong: "Mr. Han, do you think God of War is not worthy to shake your hand?"

The audience from all over the country is watching, this reporter is really bad.

He was clearly fighting the fire, completely angering the god of war, and then taught Han Zirong a lesson, so that Han Zirong would be ruined in front of the TV audience!

God of War apparently acquiesced and did not stop it.

Han Zirong hesitated for a moment and stretched out his hand. Although disgusting, he still had to maintain his demeanor.

The two hands grasped it, and the spotlight flashed quickly.

Then the God of War, with a playful smile, suddenly said: "I have been on the front line for many years, and the strength in my hands is a bit big. Presumably Mr. Han won't mind?"

The strength I felt on my hand increased a lot in an instant, and the bones made a slight noise!

Han Zirong looked at the hands of God of War that were much larger than ordinary people, and then looked at the violent veins on the arms of God of War, his scalp numb.

Seeing Han Zirong getting the bait, Tie Zhongyun smiled grimly.

"Mr. Han is young and talented, I like God of War very much."

When he said this, the God of War held Han Zirong's hand and kept working hard, just when Han Zirong's sore forehead was sweating.He just relaxed again, chatting with Han Zirong, talking and laughing.

"What a sinister guy!"

Han Zirong knew the sinister intentions of the other party. He was playing with himself as a prey, but at this moment it was difficult to get out.

The audience, who knew nothing about the situation on stage, was noisy.

The actions of the God of War at the moment were regarded by them as actions that are close to the people. After all, the God of War gave people the feeling that it should be a superior existence, and at this moment, he shook hands friendly with people who did not respect him before.

"It makes sense for Tie Zhongyun to become the God of War, and it's this kind of tolerance that no one can match."

"That is, I used to think that one day I could have the opportunity to become a god of war. Now it seems that I am still far behind, at least not as good as my tolerance."

However, only Han Zirong on the stage knew the suffering at this moment.

'Ding, the good luck event triggered, and the old wounds of God of War relapsed.'

Just as Han Zirong was about to be in pain, a familiar voice suddenly came into his mind.

He was overjoyed, the air luck system is now in effect!

Han Zirong had a good luck event triggered by the system, and his confidence suddenly increased.The voice is also loud and loud.

"God of War, you must have suffered a lot of injuries in the army. It's better to pay attention to your body. Be careful that you use too much force on your hands, and your old injuries will recur."

The God of War didn't expect Han Zirong to be so ignorant and so stiff.Immediately he strengthened his hands and said in a strange way: "Mr. Han, isn't it just shaking hands? Why are you a big man? I think you should pay attention to your body."

Before he finished speaking, his face suddenly turned pale, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Han Zirong noticed the change of God of War, smiled without saying a word, and said in his heart, "See how long you can bear."

Next second!

"what!"

With a scream, the God of War released the right hand holding Han Zirong, and screamed in pain while holding the right hand with his left hand.

The blood-filled right hand of God of War was broadcast live by the reporter's camera to a national audience.

Han Zirong smiled slightly. He grabbed the right hand of God of War and pretended to be concerned: "Oh, God of War, what's wrong with you? Why are you injured? Blame me. I thought God of War was very powerful, so I hurt you too hard. Sorry."

A dignified God of War, with extraordinary force, how could he be injured by ordinary people.

This scene shocked the unsuspecting audience.

The God of War did not expect that his old injury would relapse at this time, and now it is self-defeating. Instead, people seized the opportunity to tease themselves. At this moment, those people in the audience must think that their name is not worthy of the truth.

He kept his cool face for the last time, staring at Han Zirong and said, "Don't worry, Mr. Han."

Turn around and want to do it!

Why is Han Zirong willing to let the God of War go like this? When this guy ridiculed himself just now, why didn't he want to be a human being?

He deliberately pretended to accidentally touch the wound of God of War, pretending to be concerned: "Oh, God of War, your wound is a bit deep, why do you seem to hurt your bones?"

"Ah! You're enough." The God of War howled in pain, turned around and slammed Han Zirong with his fist.

When Han Zirong saw this scene, he immediately relaxed.

"Look at this so-called God of War who is so angry. I cared about him. He actually wanted to attack me." Han Zirong pointed at the God of War pretending to be panicked.

As he said, he took out his phone and took a photo at the God of War, hiding behind the host and saying, "No, this is terrible."