Chapter 134 Gift (Ding Qing will kill you, forget it, write it according to my ideas to fulfill their brotherhood)

Author: Zhu Bajie who pursues dreams

Chapter 134 Gift (Ding Qing will kill you, forget it, write it according to my ideas to fulfill their brotherhood)

"Gift? What! You all learned to bring gifts to me now!"

Long Island, New York City, near the roof of a high-rise mansion on the beach,

The top floor duplex worth tens of millions of dollars comes with an oversized top floor infinity swimming pool.

From above, the water in the swimming pool seems to be integrated with the sea and sky.

Tang Song wrapped himself in a bath towel, lay lazily on the beach chair, drinking freshly squeezed iced orange juice, and watching the two women in the swimming pool play.

In the swimming pool, Fox and Skye, who had not seen for a long time, were soaking in the swimming pool in three-point swimsuits, and were backstroke, butterfly swim, play and play from time to time.

By the swimming pool, Zheng Duoen was wearing a black and white Gothic maid outfit, proudly using a juicer to squeeze fresh orange juice for Boss Tang.

"Boss, now the president, vice president and several directors of Kinmen Group, have all handled it!

However, Ding Qingren, the third person of Kinmen Group, is in prison…”

In a secure house in the Assassin Brotherhood, Sloan was walking around the room with a satellite phone in his hand.

"What, Is it impossible to deal with people in prison?"

Listening to the voice of Tang Song on the other end of the phone, Sloan replied to the phone:

"Boss, Ding Qing is a foreign minister, I think you are...

Now that all the senior executives of Kinmen Group are dead, can we consider finding an agent in South Korea?”

There was no sound on the other end of the phone, Sloan put the satellite phone in his ear, held his breath, and quietly waited for Boss Tang's reply.

By the infinity swimming pool, Tang Song put the satellite phone aside and reached out to see Zheng Duoen who was putting ice in the freshly squeezed orange juice.

Zheng Duoen, who was wearing Gothic maid outfit, held her in his arms, and Boss Tang took out a gold coin with an ancient shape in the other hand.

He threw it up casually, and the gold coins rolled in the air and fell to his palms. Tang Song clenched his fists.

“One side is flowers, the other side is head!

Guess, there will be rewards if you guess!"

"What reward?" Zheng Duoen, who was wearing a Gothic maid, twisted in Tang Song's arms, staring at Tang Song's clenched fists curiously.

"You guess first, I'll tell you after guessing!"

Tang Song held Zheng Duoen's hand and walked constantly, exploring the secret of the Gothic maid under steampunk.

"flower!"

Zheng Duoen's face turned red and he hummed with a pursed lips.

"What a pity, it's the head!" Tang Song smiled, spread his hands, and in his palm, he preserved a gold coin with excellent quality.

A king wearing a crown looked up.

"Um!"

Because of the evil hands of some people, Zheng Duoen didn't care about any rewards or not, and fell into Tang Song's arms.

"Hey!" Tang Song stood up and picked up Zheng Duoen, and picked up the satellite phone beside him:

"Send a message to Ding Qing and ask him to come to New York to see me. If he doesn't agree, then kill him directly!"

After throwing the satellite phone away, Boss Tang hugged Zheng Duoen and went straight into the room.

In the swimming pool, Skye and Fox, who were playing, saw this scene and exchanged glances with each other.

Soon, I got ashore and entered the house...

…………………

Seoul City, Songpa District, Eastern Detention Center.

When the wind was released, Ding Qing, wearing an orange prison uniform, sat quietly on the bench with a newspaper and basking in the sun to read the newspaper.

Around him, seven or eight tall prisoners were on guard all around him.

As the leading sensational organization in South Korea, the director of Kinmen Group is not surprising, and is also the next president of Kinmen Group.

Ding Qing's treatment in the detention center is naturally different from that of ordinary prisoners, even when he first entered the detention center.

The warden of the Eastern Detention Center went to his single cell to visit him.

"Ah Xiba! I'm sweeping the black again. What are those bastards in the Blue House who are idle and have nothing to do?"

Looking at the contents of the newspaper, Ding Qing threw the newspaper on the ground and stepped on it hard.

"stop!"

At this time, a thin man in an orange prison uniform walked from the side to the bench where Ding Qing was sitting.

Several people from the Kinmen Group outside quickly stopped him.

During this period, senior executives of Kinmen Group were successively killed, so Li Zicheng specially arranged the group of people who were the best at Kinmen Group to enter the detention center to protect his elder brother.

If it weren't for the device to detect mutants in prison,

Ding Qing also persuaded him, and he had to spend a lot of money to arrange a group of mutant bodyguards to come in.

"Ah! Come here!"

Ding Qing waved, and several thugs from the Kinmen Group put the thin man in front of Ding Qing's bench.

The eyes of several people were staring at him, and once he had any dangerous actions, they would immediately pounce forward.

"Ha!" Ding Qing took off his glasses, breathed a sigh of relief at the mirror, took out the glasses cloth from his pocket and wiped the lenses.

"What's the matter?"

The thin man kept bowing and nodding to Ding Qing.

"Someone asked me to give you a message. If you didn't participate in that matter, go to New York. If you, you are involved,...it's just..."

The thin man stammered for a long time without saying what happened.

"Just what?" Ding Qing wiped his glasses and looked at the spotless lenses under the sun. His eyes stared at the thin man.

The thin man's legs were weak with fierce eyes, "He, they asked you to prepare the coffin, boss, this is not what I said, it is what they asked me to pass on..."

"Ah Nishiba!"

Several thugs from the Kinmen Group heard the thin man's words and rolled up their sleeves to come forward to teach this unrestrained guy a lesson.

"Okay, a message is delivered, don't be difficult for him!"

Ding Qing stood up and stretched towards the sun.

"Ya Xi, it's finally over! Notify the people from the Group's legal department that I will be released from prison tomorrow and let them complete the bail procedures!"

"Yes! Boss!"

…………………

The next morning, a row of black modern cars parked on the side of the prison road at the entrance of the Seoul Eastern Detention Center.

A group of black suit bodyguards welcomed each other in front of the door.

clang!

The prison gate opened and two prison guards sent Ding Qing out.

Seeing dozens of people standing outside, they closed the door with a clang.

“The weather is good today!”

Ding Qing stretched out his hand and wanted to hug the familiar person. He glanced around, but couldn't find the familiar shadow.

"Which guy Zicheng is busy with what he is doing? He will be absent from such an important thing as a big brother's release from prison!"

Ding Qing said half-jokingly, but when he saw a group of subordinates of the Kinmen Group in black suits bow their heads.

His face suddenly changed!

"Where is Zicheng!?"

Ding Qing looked at a group of subordinates who bowed their heads and didn't say anything, stepped forward and grabbed one, and asked by the collar of his neck.

"Director Lee, he was killed! Also with him is Section Chief Kang of the Seoul Metropolitan Police Department!"

Ding Qing's face turned pale, she clenched her teeth, loosened her collar, and patted his shoulder.

"clang!"

He turned around and kicked the door of the car on the side, and the black Hyundai car door instantly sank a large area.

"Let's go! Go back to the group building!"

Ding Qing took the suit jacket handed over by his subordinates and draped it on his body.

The subordinates on the side quickly opened the car door for him.

…………

"Wenxi, what's going on? Who killed Zicheng, and why did he die with Jiang's surname?"
To be continued...