Han Zong: Starting from the Undercover New World

Incheon Port is not far from Seoul.

The straight-line distance by car is only forty or fifty minutes.

When we arrived at the warehouse outside Incheon Port, the sky was still fixed at dusk.

Lin Wei's car stopped at the door, and when he opened the door, a familiar man greeted him and bowed respectfully at ninety degrees: "Brother Lin, Big Brother is inside."

Lin Wei nodded, waved his hands behind him, and someone lifted Zhang Zhenyong, who was tied up, out of the van.

Funny to say—it seemed like the first time he had been treated with such respect.

Pushing open the warehouse door, what Lin Wei saw at a glance was a middle-aged man tied to a chair.

Ding Qing was sitting across from him, looking like a fool, his face was still stained with blood, when he saw Lin Wei bringing someone in, he waved to him cheerfully: "Come on, ah Yixi, the boss is big Wait for you to wait."

Lin Wei smiled: "Brother, you are really fast."

"It's each other." Ding Qing laughed and raised his legs.

Lin Wei didn't see Li Zicheng: "Where's Brother Zicheng?"

"He's not as quick as you, at least we won't be able to see him until evening." Ding Qing said.

Lin Wei guessed.

Ding Qing should be responsible for the beheading operation - he got Jackie Longjun's position, so he took the initiative to attack and took him directly to Incheon Port.

Li Zicheng didn't know what he was busy with.

"Xiba, move two chairs! Just look at it like this!?" Ding Qing turned his head and cursed at a younger brother.

"yes, Sir!"

The man immediately went to move two chairs.

"Xiba, put one next to me! Do you want Lin Wei to be tied there too?" Ding Qing stood up, patted the little boy who had no brains, and put a chair beside him, He turned his head and smiled at Lin Wei with raised eyebrows: "Sit."

"Brother, thank you."

Lin Wei sat down and let out a long sigh of relief as he leaned against the back of the chair.

"You're not injured." Ding Qing also sat down and looked at him with concern—there were bloodstains everywhere.

Lin Wei glanced at his white long sleeves, they were new clothes.

"No, it's all other people's."

Lin Wei took out a pistol from his back: "Four shots were fired, and Zhang Zhenyong still had one more. I left it to Cui Yonghao to watch over there. How would they deal with it?"

"Understood, you take the things. People from the Nanmen sect can follow if they want to, and if they don't want to, just get out." Ding Qing looked nonchalantly.

But Lin Wei frowned slightly, and then said: "Yes, brother."

Ding Qing was very excited at the moment, he patted Lin Wei on the shoulder: "Ah, look over here, Boss Cheng, hey, how is my brother? Is he powerful? Twenty people can bring Zhang Zhenyong here."

It was the first time for Lin Wei to see this famous leader of the North Gate sect with his own eyes.

It's a pity that the other party doesn't look as great as he imagined at the moment.

Jackie Chan is bald, looks about forty or fifty years old, and looks a little ugly. Although he is wearing a suit, the suit is dirty at the moment, which makes him look even more embarrassed.

Seeing that Jackie Chan didn't speak, Ding Qing pouted, looking a little bored.

But he was not in a hurry, he just sat and chatted with Lin Wei relaxedly: "You don't know how great we are as the boss—he has done a lot of important things these days, such as saying goodbye to people from the Nanmen sect." In order to give them our territory, the two sides will form a faction.

He also discussed with President Huang of Dadi Construction about building real estate, Xiba, he didn't tell his brothers about such a big matter.

Oh, and he also threatened to establish some kind of Beimen Group, shit, is he really laughing. "

Ding Qing sat up, walked in front of the silent Jackie Chan, grabbed his thinning hair and made him look up at her: "Hey!"

"As I said, you will regret it. I have a very good relationship with Prosecutor Jin! Do you know what a prosecutor does? Ah? Do you know who Prosecutor Jin hangs out with? Ah?"

Jackie Chan became more confident as he said, and finally glared at Ding Qing: "A wild dog like you, do you know what real power is? Do you think being the boss depends on having a large number of people and being able to fight? Make your dream come true! Eight cubs, you will beg me!"

Ding Qing resigned himself to it, and smiled calmly.

He patted Jackie Chan on the head, stood up, and turned to look at Lin Wei: "What do you think?"

"It makes sense." Lin Wei didn't refute, but said, "If that Prosecutor Jin is indeed very powerful."

"That's right, we've been around for so long and fought so many times, but if the other side is a prosecutor, there is still only one dead end. The world is really fucked up." Ding Qing sighed.

Then, he turned his head and suddenly slapped Jackie Chan on the face.

Jackie Chan was slapped to the ground by this slap, including the person and the chair.

The two little brothers stepped forward to help him and the chair up indifferently.

"But it's a pity." Ding Qing looked at Jackie Chan with a sneer and said, "The person who has a good relationship with Jin Jian is President Huang, not you.

I am indeed a wild dog. But have you ever wondered, what are you? "

Ding Qing grabbed Jackie Chan's thin hair again, making him scream, but Ding Qing's eyes were extremely fierce: "You are just a fucking dog! Old dog! Fuck!"

As soon as he exerted force, Jackie Chan's only remaining hair was pulled off by him.

Lin Wei shook his head slightly - this was much more harmful to Jackie Chan than being beaten.

Jackie Chan let out a strong howl as expected.

"President Huang just treats you as an obedient dog! Because you can bark and let him do business more easily, so I will give you some bones to eat, but I am curious."

Ding Qing stood up, paced back and forth, shaking his head: "Why, we have to beg others to give us a bite to eat?"

"We have so many people and control such a large territory. Even the group of Xiba policemen don't dare to trouble us casually. Why do we have to let us all lie down and be dogs? "

"If you treat you as a dog, they will treat you as a dog but I am a wolf! Give me meat, and I will wait for the meat to eat safely. If you don't give me meat, I will bite myself!"

Ding Qing turned to look at Lin Wei, saw a thoughtful expression on his face, the anger on his face disappeared in the blink of an eye, and smiled: "What do you think?"

Lin Wei was silent for a moment, then nodded slightly: "It makes sense."

"Right!" Ding Qing nodded heavily, then turned to look at Jackie Chan: "It's because you are a dog, no one cares, no future old dog, they treat you like a dog.

Do you know what happens when a dog is killed by a wolf? "

Ding Qing asked Jackie Chan to answer, but Jackie Chan just gritted his teeth and stared at him resentfully.

"Either you shoot this wolf to death, or you have to beg me, give me good meat to eat, please don't starve me, please don't kill them!"

"A dog?"

Ding Qing sneered: "Death is death."

He took two steps back, sat back on his chair, turned to look at Lin Wei: "Xiao Lin, do you understand?"

"I get it—I never thought of myself as a dog either."

After Lin Wei finished speaking, Ding Qing laughed: "I know, I know too well, you Xiba guy, you have always been a hungry wolf, and you can't even eat enough."

"Brother, I haven't eaten enough yet, so I can't say for sure." Lin Wei argued.

Ding Qing laughed: "Then eat it! From today on, no one will let us go hungry!"

His voice was deafening, and the veins in his neck were exposed.

This is the first time Lin Wei saw——Ding Qing is so high-spirited and domineering.