Chapter 59

Chapter 60: Fierce

After sending the two black-clad men back to the Qing Gang to report, Zhou Qixuan drove alone on the street. Although he lost to Zhao Heng in tonight's battle, he did not dwell on it too much. Victory and defeat are common in military affairs. What troubled him was Zhao Heng's words—everyone has a surge of passion in their heart.

He does too!

Although it has cooled over time, it still exists deep in his heart. He hasn't thought about the past for a long time, but once he deliberately recalled it, the memories came flooding back like a tide. He remembered his imposing figure amidst a million soldiers, the satisfaction of the titanium needle piercing the enemy's throat, and the helplessness when he bid farewell to the military camp, along with the tears that fell to the ground.

Zhou Qixuan parked his car on the side of Mingzhu Building, then found a rooftop directly overlooking the parking lot and sat down. He held a bottle of alcohol and a pack of cigarettes in his hand, leaning against the railing, reminiscing about the past. In the alternating light and darkness, he indulged in the memories of his glorious years, letting his laughter and tears flow freely, and occasionally falling silent.

Occasionally, he glanced at a Range Rover with four eights in the parking lot, but his gaze showed no ripple.

When Zhou Qixuan lit his last cigarette, the Ding siblings were shopping in a supermarket downstairs.

Indeed, the two were shopping in a large supermarket, but such a large store only existed in Huahai, in the basement of Mingzhu Building. The shelves were full of goods, and the packaging had no Chinese characters, only English, Japanese, and French, with Chinese stickers attached.

A box of tomatoes that cost a few yuan in the market was priced at 38 yuan here, and milk that could be bought for 3 to 5 yuan in an ordinary supermarket cost at least 80 yuan here. Such a supermarket was usually almost deserted, with more staff than customers.

Cold, but not desolate!

Now, the third young master of the Ding family was in this supermarket. He picked up a box of twelve strawberries, saw the price of 48 yuan, and without hesitation, put it in the shopping cart. Then he picked up a bottle of 60-yuan Alpine pure water and two tubes of Black Girl toothpaste.

Seeing him shopping with a calm demeanor, Ding Lingling couldn't help but stomp her foot and grab her brother's arm: "Brother, how can you still have the mood to shop? Uncle Du is very impressed with Zhao Heng's painting of the eagle and has invited him for dinner and to visit the Du family. Aren't you at all nervous?"

"Lingling, you can't be patient!"

While pushing the cart forward, the third young master of the Ding family smiled at his sister: "Zhao Heng has some outstanding qualities, and it's normal for Uncle Du to appreciate him. Having dinner and chatting is no big deal. Even if I'm not happy about Zhao Heng catching Uncle Du's eye, what can we do?"

"Play tricks in front of Uncle Du?"

The third young master of the Ding family smiled faintly: "That would be a bit childish!"

Looking at the entire Huahai, Du Tianxiong is a legend and a myth. Seventeen years ago, the Du family had the foresight to donate their wealth to support the war on the border of Huaguo. Therefore, Du Tianxiong became a hero in Huahai after the war, donning the prestigious mantle of a red-topped merchant, and the Du family quickly rose to become the dominant force in Huahai.

"But Zhao Heng and Ziyang's relationship has become closer!"

Although Ding Lingling knew her brother's reasoning, that playing tricks in front of Du Tianxiong would be like shooting oneself in the foot, she couldn't bear to see Du Ziyang and Zhao Heng exchanging glances. She grabbed her brother's sleeve and said, "If we don't find a way to break them up, what if they fall in love?"

"Then you'll become a laughingstock in Huahai."

Ding Lingling didn't forget to provoke her brother: "All of Huahai will laugh at you for being cuckolded!"

The third young master of the Ding family pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses and maintained his composure: "Lingling, don't worry about self-inflicted troubles. As you said, all of Huahai knows that Du Ziyang is my woman. If she is really taken by Zhao Heng, and a Snow White and the groom story happens—"

"Who do you think will be laughed at more, me or the Du family?"

As Ding Lingling was slightly taken aback, the third young master of the Ding family added, "I might be ridiculed for being cuckolded, but that would only be a personal failure. The Du family, however, would face ridicule as a whole. If Ziyang follows Zhao Heng, the Du family's prestige will be damaged, and they will find it hard to face the various nobles."

At this, the third young master of the Ding family looked at his sister and said, "Do you think Uncle Du would allow such a disgrace? Most importantly, would the Du family, who pride themselves on their pure bloodline, allow a lowborn to taint their lineage? Once you understand this, you'll know they have no future together."

Hearing her brother's words, Ding Lingling felt much more relaxed. She picked up a pack of tissues and threw it into the cart, then replied, "Maybe they won't end up together, but there will still be sparks. Can you bear to see Ziyang's tender body being ravaged by Zhao Heng on the bed, losing her virginity?"

"Is Ziyang the kind of person who lacks self-discipline?"

The third young master of the Ding family smiled, "You underestimate her traditional values! However, although we can't stop Uncle Du from appreciating Zhao Heng, and we can't forcibly break up Zhao Heng and Ziyang, we can constantly create trouble for him, making him too busy to spend time with her."

Ding Lingling's eyes lit up, and she pressed further, "How do we create trouble?"

The third young master of the Ding family didn't answer directly but threw a pack of cigarettes into the cart, "Create enemies for him, many enemies! Big enemies!" Then he pointed to the round papayas next to him and said to Ding Lingling, "Take two papayas; they can make your chest perkier."

Ding Lingling puffed out her chest, "No need, they're already perky enough."

When they checked out, the third young master of the Ding family threw a 5,000-yuan shopping card and walked out of the supermarket with his sister. As they approached his Range Rover, two fierce-looking men suddenly emerged from the darkness, brandishing knives and shouting:

"Hand over your money, or we'll stab you to death!"

The one speaking was a bearded man, looking ferocious. His eyes roamed over Ding Lingling's legs, which were wrapped in stockings. If this weren't a supermarket parking lot, and they needed to rob these rich kids quickly, he would have been interested in pressing Ding Lingling against the car and making her moan.

He wasn't worried about them shouting or resisting. They were experienced in this, and they had connections with the local police. Last time, they stabbed a BMW owner in the police registration hall parking lot and only spent a week in jail. Therefore, they were very calm and arrogant.

The knife flashed, and the air was filled with killing intent.

"Robbing me?"

The third young master of the Ding family, with a mocking smile, handed the cart to his sister and, to the other party's surprise, rushed forward. The thug's knife was only halfway through its swing when the third young master of the Ding family was already there. With a swift step, he kicked the bearded man in the chest with his left foot, which shot out like an arrow, striking the bearded man hard!

The bearded man grunted and flew back two meters, writhing on the ground, blood foaming from his mouth. The impact had shattered his ribs, and he felt as if all his internal organs were torn apart. He realized he had kicked a hard stone.

By then, the third young master of the Ding family had already kicked the other thug's weapon away, grabbed his neck, and slammed him into the trunk of the car. Blood spurted from the impact, and the third young master of the Ding family threw the severely injured body to the ground. With just one move, both thugs were rendered powerless.

"Brother, your skills are getting better and better."

Ding Lingling was elated, her face full of admiration. The third young master of the Ding family didn't say much, just put all the items from the cart into the car, glancing at the damaged camera, a faint smile on his lips. After the car was loaded, he let his sister sit in the back and drove himself.

"Vroom!"

The car started, and the two thugs lying on the ground trembled. Before they could react, the Range Rover turned and drove toward them. The bearded man struggled desperately but was too late. The car's wheels crushed his knees, and with a crunch, his knees shattered, leaving him a cripple for life.

"Ah—"

The bearded man let out a desperate scream, full of anger, helplessness, and sorrow. The other thug's knees were also crushed, and he writhed on the ground. The third young master of the Ding family, sitting in the driver's seat, pushed up his glasses, his smile still gentle. Amidst the endless screams, he drove over them several times.

After about ten seconds, the car drove away.

The ground was covered in blood!

The third young master of the Ding family was always ruthless and thorough, never allowing any room for retaliation. He also wanted to vent his pent-up frustration.

Ding Lingling, who had recovered, showed no mercy on her face, only excitement. She didn't scold her brother for his ruthless actions but admired and respected him even more, feeling that he was becoming more decisive and resolute like their father, which gave her more confidence in his ability to defeat Zhao Heng.

But suddenly, she saw her brother's body tremble and followed his gaze upward. On a nearby rooftop, a black-clad man with an unclear face was standing, seemingly watching the entire scene with wide eyes. Ding Lingling's body couldn't help but tremble, "Brother, someone saw it."

On the rooftop, Zhou Qixuan squinted and focused:

Range Rover, four eights!

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