Chapter 57

Luo Shuai was taken aback for a moment, then he reached into his pocket: "How much do you need to borrow?"

He had made up his mind; even if Ding Ning borrowed ten thousand or eighty thousand, he would lend it. He wasn't short of money, but he was short of friends.

"Sixteen cents!"

Ding Ning's words made Luo Shuai petrify again. What was going on?

"I just need to borrow a few coins, one yuan, fifty cents, and ten cents, one of each will do."

"Oh, I have them!"

This time, Comrade Zhao took a few coins out of his pocket and handed them to Ding Ning, not knowing what this little fatty wanted to do.

Ding Ning took the coins and looked at Yu Kun: "Throwing weapons are actually just a minor skill, especially your darts. Even if the darts hit me, how could they be completely undetectable? Besides, they are inconvenient to carry, and it's illegal to carry them outside. Isn't this a problem?"

Yu Kun, of course, knew that what Ding Ning said was true, but this wasn't the time to discuss the convenience of carrying darts. He snorted coldly: "You're just jealous, aren't you?"

"Jealous of you? Do I need to be jealous of you?"

Since he had decided to be friends with Luo Shuai, Ding Ning didn't need to be polite to Yu Kun. He picked up a ten-cent coin and casually threw it at the darts!

"Clang!"

The sound of metal clashing came, and a dart wobbled on the wall for a moment before falling to the ground.

"See? My coin has such power. What's so great about your darts?"

Everyone present widened their eyes. The dart had penetrated the wall to a depth of about an inch, yet it was knocked off by a coin. What kind of accuracy and strength was this?

"You must have guessed...," Before Yu Kun could finish, Ding Ning threw a fifty-cent coin.

"Clang!" Another sound.

This time it was even more outrageous. The second dart was knocked into the air, spinning several times before landing on the ground. The force was several times greater than the first coin.

"What about this? Did I guess this time?"

Ding Ning looked at Yu Kun with disdain. This man had a face full of scars and clearly wasn't a good person. Molesting women was something no human should do. If he offended him, so be it.

Moreover, Ding Ning wasn't afraid of offending ordinary people. As his strength increased, he was destined to be fearless.

When my left eye bulges like a frog, I can make you beg for food. Do you believe it?

Seeing Yu Kun's shocked face, Ding Ning raised his hand and threw the one-yuan coin.

"Clank!"

This time the sound was even more piercing. The dart fell straight from the wall without spinning, seemingly less powerful than the second coin.

Yu Kun breathed a sigh of relief for some reason and said with a hint of侥幸 (侥幸 means侥幸, but in this context, it means '侥幸' or '侥幸'): "It seems you used too much force with the second coin, so the third one had no power. The power of such a throwing weapon is ultimately limited and still falls short of my darts."

"Is that so? Zhou Ge, help him take a look at the last dart."

Zhou Xing had also had a lot to drink today. In his view, Ding Ning could drink so much and was so capable, so he was already convinced. He didn't even feel it was inappropriate for Ding Ning to command him. He ran over, picked up the last dart, and was stunned for a moment.

He handed the dart to Yu Kun and retreated with a strange expression, looking at Ding Ning with a hint of reverence.

Yu Kun tried to remain calm as he took the dart and examined it closely. His face immediately turned grim.

The last dart had been bent in the middle, and the one-yuan coin was embedded in the dart, trembling but not falling off!

This was stainless steel!

For a coin to penetrate a steel dart, what kind of skill was this?

If this fatty threw a coin at him, who could resist?

The soldiers present looked at Ding Ning with a mix of reverence and even enthusiasm. Could this skill be taught?

Yu Kun's lips trembled for a long time before he struggled to say: "They're all metal. Don't get too cocky. It's just a matter of technique, which I understand."

"Is that so? Do you understand this?"

Ding Ning casually took a ten-yuan note from his pocket and threw it at Yu Kun!

The two were about three to four meters apart, but Ding Ning's note flew straight and fast, like some people can throw playing cards far.

The note flew past Yu Kun, circling like a boomerang and returning to Ding Ning's hand.

Yu Kun only felt a gust of wind pass by his eyes, not much else. Although he knew Ding Ning could throw the note like that, he still said stubbornly: "Are you playing magic tricks with me? What power can a piece of paper have...?"

Before he could finish, the soldiers around him suddenly gasped.

Yu Kun's forehead had a bit of longer hair, and a bit of a fringe. At that moment, the longer hair suddenly broke off and floated down, cut by Ding Ning's note!

To control a note to this extent couldn't be explained by technique alone. This kid must know qigong!

Even Luo Shuai was stunned. This Ding Ning was amazing!

"Plucking flowers and flying leaves can all hurt people. I always thought this was something from novels. Is it real? What does he do? Who taught him qigong?"

Luo Shuai muttered, looking at Ding Ning with disbelief and a hint of enthusiasm, his desire to be friends with Ding Ning growing stronger.

He didn't know that Ding Ning could only do this with money; other things wouldn't work. Plucking flowers and flying leaves were still just legends.

Ding Ning had only recently mastered this skill. It was good for performance, but paper notes couldn't cause significant harm due to their material.

But it was enough to intimidate Yu Kun.

Yu Kun's lips trembled for a while before he pointed at Luo Shuai with a trembling hand: "Luo Shuai, where did you find such a person? This must be your arrangement. Don't you know that bringing outsiders to the police force is against the rules? I'm going to report you!"

"Hmph! You want me to follow the rules, right? Fine, I'll follow the rules. You've already been transferred and are no longer part of the police force. Why are you still hanging around here? Get out!"

Luo Shuai also lost his temper. Yu Kun was too arrogant. He had just tried to save face for him, but this guy didn't appreciate it. He needed to know who was in charge of the police force now.

Those who still had some feelings for Yu Kun now saw the situation clearly. This Ding Ning was deliberately brought in by the new captain to embarrass the old captain. There was a struggle in the police force, and they couldn't afford to stand on the wrong side. Yu Kun was already a thing of the past.

Seeing the soldiers gather around Luo Shuai, Yu Kun knew his era was over.

Ding Ning and Luo Shuai tacitly didn't deny it. This was beneficial to Luo Shuai, and Ding Ning wouldn't expose it.

Luo Shuai was happy to play dumb, pointing to the door and telling Yu Kun to get out.

Yu Kun glared at Ding Ning, knowing that a wise man doesn't fight a losing battle, and left the canteen, leaving the police force.

He would soon become the deputy captain of the Haibin City Criminal Investigation Team. Finding this position was the result of someone protecting him.

But he hated both Ding Ning and Luo Shuai in his heart.

With Yu Kun gone, Luo Shuai smiled and said to Ding Ning: "Brother, let's go. I'll drive you back."

Ding Ning didn't refuse, said goodbye to the soldiers, who also warmly bid him farewell, treating him like a comrade and an idol.

Following Luo Shuai, he was driven back to the Haibin school district.

When they reached the rented house, Ding Ning got out of the car.

Before getting out, Luo Shuai gave Ding Ning his phone number and said: "You should buy a phone and call me soon. Your skills are very useful, and I might need your help someday."

"Don't worry, I'll call you as soon as I get a phone."

"Hey! No more 'you' and 'me.' If you don't mind, call me brother. If you don't want to go to school, just let me know. Whether you want to join the military or go to the capital, I'll help you."

Ding Ning didn't commit to it, as he couldn't really agree to it.

Luo Shuai chatted with him for a while before leaving.

Watching Luo Shuai's military jeep drive away, Ding Ning slowly walked to the small courtyard he rented.

Meeting Luo Shuai was a good thing. Ding Ning always had a vague feeling that he would have more interactions with this person in the future. But what he most wanted to see now was whether the clover was still there and if the courtyard's qi was still abundant.

Ding Ning also had a doubt. He had asked Lin Xuan to mail the money from the landfill to the families of the victims. In theory, this was a way of dispersing wealth, and his divine sense should have increased. But after several days, his divine sense was still only sixty centimeters, with no change. He didn't know if the money had been mailed.