Chapter 387

Snapped--!

With a crisp and loud sound, Du Dapeng's right hand raised high suddenly came down, and a palm as big as a cattail leaf fan was slapped hard on the faces of Tian Can and Dique!

"Dapeng. What are you doing?"

Hearing what the boss said, Du Dapeng turned around blankly and replied: "Didn't you ask me to wake them up?"

Zheng Jirong spread his hands helplessly and said: "I asked you to wake them up, not knock them unconscious! Who the hell can wake up if you slap them?!"

"Okay, okay, you go down and have a rest." He then waved to Peng Yixing and said, "Ah Xing, come and wake up these two bastards."

boom! boom! ! !

Peng Yixing, who was sitting on the sofa bandaging his wounds, immediately picked up his pistol and shot two people in the thighs!

With two muffled groans, the two people who were still pretending to be dead were instantly awakened by physical means. They opened their eyes instantly, hugged their injured thighs and screamed in pain. They were now naked and wearing only a pair of underwear. Embarrassed, looking embarrassed and funny.

"Are you the best on the killer rankings?"

The two people who were still wailing heard the words and glanced furtively at the man who spoke. It was Zheng Jirong who had previously used a sonic technique to break the sound of their pianos.

Enduring the severe pain on their bodies, the two of them said one after another: "Yes, we are."

"Fuck, no matter what your level, you are worthy of being called Tiancan!"

Zheng Jirong interrupted the two people who were about to introduce themselves and said impatiently: "I won't talk nonsense to you. Tell me, who sent you here."

The slightly fatter of the two did not answer directly after hearing this, but turned to ask: "What kind of Kung Fu did you just do? Why do your limbs and chest swell when you exert force? It looks so like Toad Kung Fu. ?”

"Shut up! Whoever asks about this will die!" Zheng Jirong shouted.

"Understood! No more questions!"

"Tell me, who invited you two?"

"Say it, can it save our lives?"

boom!

As soon as he finished speaking, there was another bullet hole in his leg!

"Ding Li! It's Ding Li!"

After seeing that this guy was honest, Zheng Jirong put down his gun and asked, "When did he invite you?"

"You can tell me."

"Um?!"

"Two hours ago!"

The fat man covered the wound and said honestly: "We originally wanted to take advantage of you when you were alone, but Ding Li said that the nights are long and the dreams are many. Let us solve it as quickly as we can. He said he doesn't want you to see the sun tomorrow."

"Tsk tsk tsk"

Zheng Jirong shook his head and said with emotion: "My heart is towards the bright moon."

"But the bright moon shines on the ditch." As soon as he was halfway through his words, Zhou Xingzu immediately answered and sighed with melancholy.

"how?"

Zheng Jirong turned his head and raised his eyebrows at the boy and asked, "Are you soft-hearted?"

"No."

Zhou Xingzu shook his head and said: "I just didn't expect that Boss Ding would be so kind-hearted that he would send a killer to assassinate us. Brother Rong, I support you to kill him!"

"Huh? How did you know I wanted to kill him?" Zheng Jirong asked funny.

Zhou Xingzu said matter-of-factly, "It goes without saying, how many people will die after you finish reading this poem?"

"insightful!"

Zheng Jirong patted this kid on the shoulder, stood up and said, "Let's go and ask this bastard why he wants to kill us!"

The group of vicious guys suddenly stood up and walked outside. The frightened fat man quickly looked at Zheng Jirong and asked cautiously: "Mr. Zheng, look at us."

"Oh, I almost forgot about you!"

boom!

"So much nonsense, damn it!"

After killing this guy with one shot, Zheng Jirong pointed the gun at the thin blind man wearing sunglasses in the sky.

I don’t know if he intuitively sensed the murderous aura coming towards him, but the blind man who had been expressionless suddenly knelt on the ground and trembled with tears streaming down his face: "I, I didn't say a word."

boom!

"You don't even know how to beg for mercy. How can I know whether you want to die or live?"

Zheng Jirong blew the smoke from the muzzle of the gun and threw the pistol to Peng Yixing who was standing by. "A Xing, you and Tiezhu Dapeng stay here to look after the house. I'll go with A Xing."

"Axing?"

Peng Yixing looked at Zhou Xingzu who held his head high, frowned and said, "Are you okay?"

"Tsk," Ah Xing said disdainfully, "Don't think that just because you're good at marksmanship, you're cool. Have you ever heard of the Great Butcher in Shenjing?"

"The Butcher of Deep Well"

Looking at this kid's swaggering back, Peng Yixing touched his chin in confusion. What does this have to do with him?

French Concession, inside the Ding family mansion.

Ding Li put down his chopsticks, picked up the gold-rimmed handkerchief on the side, and gently wiped the corners of his mouth.

There seemed to be an indescribable satisfaction in his eyes, as well as a hint of crazy persistence.

Recalling those impoverished days in the past, he struggled every day to fill his stomach. Those difficult times seemed to have become an eternal pain in his heart.

Now, as a tycoon in Shanghai, he seems to be trying his best to make up for the painful years in the past.

Not only does he want to eat well, but he also wants to eat so expensively that no one else can afford it!

Shark's fin, sea cucumber, abalone. These delicacies that were once out of reach are now piled on rice noodles in cheap copper pots without hesitation, and he eats them with big mouthfuls, as if he wants to make up for all the shortcomings in the past.

But tonight, he had no appetite at all.

After moving his chopsticks for a few times, he pushed the copper pot away distractedly and looked anxiously out the window in the direction of Zhabei, hoping that Tian Can Di Que would bring him good news.

Ever since he took over Zhang Wanlin's tobacco business license, he had no way of looking back. If he wanted to continue to grow bigger and stronger in Shanghai, the only way to do that was to overthrow Zheng Jirong!

Boom, boom, boom.

At this moment, there was a rush of footsteps outside the door, and it obviously belonged to two people.

Ding Li felt happy. He quickly put down the handkerchief in his hand and stood up to open the door to greet him in person.

However, just as he was about to reach the door, the door was suddenly pushed open, and a gust of cold wind rushed in along with the breath outside the door!

Ding Li looked up, and the joy on his face disappeared instantly, replaced by a pale white.

"Long time no see, Brother Ding." Zheng Jirong walked into the house with a smile. His eyes swept over the luxurious decorations of the Ding family mansion, and finally landed on the copper pot rice noodles on the dining table.

After noticing the rice noodles piled with shark fins, sea cucumbers, and abalone, a hint of amusement flashed in his eyes.

He put his hand on Ding Li's shoulder with a smile and said in a relaxed tone: "We are having midnight snack. It is so rich. Can you take me and Ah Xing with you?"

Ding Li's originally pale face became even more ugly after hearing Zheng Jirong's voice.

He forced out a smile, trying to hide the panic in his heart: "Brother Zheng, why didn't you say hello when you came?"

"Don't be afraid." Zheng Jirong put his arm around the guy's shoulders and brought him to the table to sit down. "Axing and I are just here to take a look and ask you something. You eat first, don't be in a hurry."

Ding Li turned to look at Zhou Xingzu behind him, only to see him stationed at the door with cold eyes, as motionless as a sculpture.

Zhou Xingzu, who used to be enthusiastic in the past, seemed unusually silent and distant at the moment. He didn't even say hello. Ding Li's heart sank instantly.

Zheng Jirong noticed the look in this guy's eyes. He patted Ding Li on the shoulder with a smile and said, "Brother Ding, don't mind. Ah Xing may not be in a good mood today. As you know, there are always times when we people There will be some emotions.”

On the table, Zheng Jirong glanced at the pot of rice noodles, then shook his head slightly, and said with a bit of joking and disappointment in his tone: "Why is it just a copper pot? It seems that Asing and I are not lucky enough."

Hearing this, Ding Li quickly explained: "Look at me, you were so happy when you saw Brother Zheng that you forgot about it. I will send someone to prepare two new ones." After that, he got up and ordered the servants.

"Don't worry."

However, Zheng Jirong reached out and held his shoulder, stopping his movement.

He looked at Ding Li with a smile and said: "Since there is only one portion, you can eat it alone and we will watch you eat."

"this"

"eat!"

Zheng Jirong's face suddenly darkened and he shouted violently.

This scolding sounded like thunder in Ding Li's ears, making him shiver involuntarily.

"I'll say it one last time," Zheng Jirong said expressionlessly, "I hate people who waste food the most. Eat it all now!"

After hearing his words, Ding Li felt a surge of anger in his heart.

After being a tycoon for so long, when has he ever suffered such humiliation?

But when he looked up and saw the cold eyes of the man in front of him, the anger in his heart was instantly extinguished.

As long as you can survive today, you will have plenty of opportunities to get revenge in the future!

Moreover, his bodyguards are in the courtyard and living room. As long as they find something abnormal here, he will have a chance to escape.

Thinking of this, Ding Li picked up the chopsticks and began to eat the originally sumptuous supper slowly. His movements seemed extremely stiff, and every bite seemed to be chewing the bitter taste.

"Why do you want to kill us?"

Just as he was immersed in eating, Zheng Jirong suddenly asked calmly.

Hearing this, Ding Li stiffened. After being stunned for a while, he looked around with twinkling eyes and said, "This sea cucumber is good. Let's eat first."

"Oh Well."

Zheng Jirong sneered, lit a cigar, and said with a slow smile: "It's a blessing to be able to eat. Eat more, we have plenty of time."

After a while, he asked again: "Tell me, why did you kill us?"

"Let's talk after you're full."

After Ding Li said these words, he immersed himself in the copper pot, sucking rice noodles, and turned a deaf ear to what was going on outside.

Seeing this scene, Zheng Jirong raised his eyebrows and raised a faint smile on his lips: "You're not waiting for the bodyguards outside, are you?"

Ding Li was stunned for a moment, then laughed a few times, shook his head and said, "No, what should I wait for them to do?"

"That's good"

Zheng Jirong shook the cigar in his hand and blew out a puff of smoke nonchalantly: "Those guys died peacefully, there's no need to wait any longer."

His voice was calm and indifferent, as if he was saying something insignificant.

When Ding Li heard this, the chopsticks in his hand trembled suddenly, and he stopped eating while he was still eating.

He raised his head and glared at Zheng Jirong for a few seconds, then gritted his teeth and slowly said, "Are you really going to kill me?"

"I should ask you this!"

Zheng Jirong pointed at him and shouted angrily: "You bastard, it's a good thing that I still have a position in Huasheng for you. Is this how you repay me? Huh?!"

"I'm Ah Rong! I have my own reasons too!"

Ding Li hurriedly explained with a grimace: "That guy Zhang Wanlin forced me. He threatened me with Ruxian. You know, Ruxian is my fiancée."

"Shhh"

Zheng Jirong raised a finger to his mouth, looked at Ding Li playfully, and raised a meaningful smile at the corner of his mouth:

"Ruxian. If you didn't tell me, I would have almost forgotten that our boss Ding also has such a beautiful fiancée, tsk tsk tsk."

"What do you want to do!" Ding Li said angrily: "Come at me if you have any questions, don't hurt her!"

"What? Of course I'm going to fuck her! Hahaha"

Zheng Jirong shrugged a few times in front of him, and then said with a faint smile: "Boss Ding doesn't seem to know yet, Ruxian also has a twin sister Rumeng who looks exactly like her, tsk tsk tsk, they look like twins. It’s going to be easier on me.”

"you"

Ding Li rushed towards Zheng Jirong angrily, his eyes burning with rage, as if he wanted to devour Zheng Jirong, but unfortunately he didn't even touch the corner of his clothes and was kicked to the ground.

Zheng Jirong looked at him coldly and said: "I have been a tycoon for so long and I don't even know how to take sides. I deserve to die! Ah Xing!"

Following his order, Ah Xing hesitated for a moment, then slowly raised his finger and activated his special function on Ding Li on the ground.

At this time, Ding Li was filled with anger and was about to rush towards Zheng Jirong again. Suddenly he felt a violent convulsion in his stomach!

His eyes widened in shock, and he felt a powerful force surge from his stomach, instantly pushing up all the food he had just eaten!

Food rushed to his throat and nostrils like a flood, blocking his breathing.

Ding Li's face turned red instantly. He tried desperately to breathe, but the food was like thick mud, blocking his throat.

His eyes were full of ferocity and despair, staring at Zheng Jirong and Ah Xing. At this time, he could no longer speak and could only make a weak moan.

After a while, the room fell into dead silence.

Looking at Ding Li, whose entire face was covered with food residue, Zheng Jirong sighed: "Why did you say you had nothing to eat so much? You must be punished!"

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