Chapter 92

Ding Ning indeed intended to send the two police officers and Old Wang back to the police station, but he wasn't foolish. If he rashly went to the police station himself, the two police officers would certainly be greatly humiliated, but in their anger, they might do something unpredictable, making it much harder for him to leave.

So, after walking for a while, Ding Ning called Luo Shuai, saying that someone had attacked him and he had captured them, hoping that Luo Shuai could help him take them to the police station.

On the phone, Ding Ning subtly hinted that the two attackers might be plainclothes police officers from the criminal investigation team, but he didn't give them a chance to reveal their identities, and there was video footage as evidence.

Luo Shuai was surprised when he received Ding Ning's call, but he suddenly realized this was an opportunity. He had come from the capital to make a name for himself in Haibin, and to do that, he needed influence. Now, his rival, Yu Kun, was in the criminal investigation team, and he could use this chance to strike back at Yu Kun.

Soon, Luo Shuai arrived with a few soldiers. Of course, they claimed they were out on business and just happened to run into Ding Ning, offering to help him apprehend the criminals.

Ding Ning transferred the video from his phone to Luo Shuai's phone. This was the evidence, as the two police officers never revealed their identities throughout the incident. According to procedure, they should have shown their credentials, but they didn't, and they weren't in uniform. If Ding Ning were a criminal, it would be one thing, but if not, they had no grounds to detain him.

Luo Shuai's position was also important; he was the captain of the armed police. No one would dare to do anything to him at the criminal investigation team, making this a good opportunity to stir up trouble.

The two police officers, seeing the armed police, thought they had found their savior and struggled to call for help, but the armed police soldiers punched them, forcing them to calm down.

Luo Shuai looked at Ding Ning gratefully, "Brother, I appreciate your help. Rest assured, I'll handle this properly. That lottery seller won't dare to badmouth you anymore."

Ding Ning briefly explained Old Wang's situation, and Luo Shuai immediately understood. If he couldn't deal with Old Wang through this opportunity, he might as well pack his bags and return to the capital.

"Then I'll wait for your good news, Brother Luo."

Ding Ning smiled and bid farewell to Luo Shuai, then returned to the courtyard.

When Ding Ning returned to the courtyard, the people there looked at him differently. They knew those two were police officers. In their eyes, even if Ding Ning had defeated two police officers, going to the police station voluntarily was like courting death. They thought he would never come out alive.

But to their surprise, Ding Ning returned so quickly, and their thoughts multiplied.

He must have silenced them!

This was the most common thought. If he returned so quickly, the two police officers must have been killed by Ding Ning, and perhaps even Old Wang at the lottery station.

Guangzi's legs felt weak when he saw Ding Ning. He was living in the same courtyard with a man who could kill without blinking, and his life was in grave danger.

Some people in the courtyard even considered moving out.

However, it was a critical time for the developer to demolish the courtyard, and no one wanted to miss this opportunity to make money, so they all held on.

After returning to his room, Ding Ning knew that the groundwork was almost done, and it was time to show these stubborn people some means.

Ding Ning's cultivator memory belonged to a cultivator who practiced the path of the Wealth God. His memory contained many bizarre spells, but most were related to money.

One spell called "Money Attracts Yin Qi" left a deep impression on Ding Ning.

This spell could only be used by Ding Ning, as it relied on the power of money to perform special tasks.

Cultivators believed in the existence of ghosts, and in the cultivation world, there were even ghost cultivators and people who raised ghosts. However, cultivators were not afraid of ghosts; it was the other way around.

But Ding Ning had not seen any ghosts in this world, nor had he sensed their presence.

However, this did not hinder what Ding Ning wanted to do. He could use the power of the Wealth God's money to gather yin qi, which could invade the human body, affect the central nervous system, and amplify subconscious fears, creating unexpected effects.

Others would need powerful magic or arrays to achieve this, but Ding Ning only needed money.

The people in the courtyard were ordinary, so the method couldn't be too extreme. To gather yin qi in the courtyard without harming the ordinary people, ten thousand yuan was enough.

It was already evening, and no police had come to cause trouble, indicating that Luo Shuai was making good progress.

The people in the courtyard had finished dinner, and no one invited Ding Ning. He didn't care and left the courtyard around eight o'clock.

Outside the courtyard, a group of old men were playing chess. One of them, surnamed Jiang, was a retired section chief. He and Li Shuqin's mother and son had the same stance in the demolition process, insisting on a high price and threatening the developer with death if they didn't get it.

Moreover, he was very arrogant, feeling that his past position as a small leader made him superior, and he looked down on people like Ding Ning.

These old men, led by Old Jiang, were the main force obstructing the demolition work. They were discussing how to threaten the developer and make life difficult for Yue Ge'er while playing chess.

Ding Ning came to the courtyard gate, and Old Jiang said sarcastically, "Some people just don't focus on their work, pretending to be gods and fortune-tellers. Just because they've read a few books on divination and have a little knowledge of the I Ching, they think they're something. They even have the nerve to ask for money from their neighbors. I think such people will end up in jail sooner or later."

Yesterday, he had bought twenty yuan worth of lottery tickets and, unable to resist, asked Ding Ning to predict the results. He didn't win a single cent and lost ten yuan, which left him in a bad mood.

An old man beside him added, "I don't think so. Didn't the police come today? What happened?"

"Hmph! This society is full of crooked winds and evil spirits. Who knows if those were real police? Maybe it was just a show for us. Who has ever heard of someone beating the police and coming back unharmed? That's a joke! They probably have some ulterior motive."

Ding Ning had come out to study how to arrange the money to gather yin qi. Hearing the old men's conversation, he smiled and walked over, "What ulterior motive do you think I have?"

Old Jiang was indeed talking to Ding Ning, but he didn't expect him to come over and confront him. He was a bit flustered but tried to maintain his composure, "If you don't want others to know, you shouldn't do it. Your schemes might be hidden from others, but I've eaten more salt than you've eaten rice. You can't hide anything from me."

Seeing that everyone was listening, Old Jiang felt a bit smug and said, "You bought the house from San Yan before the developer came, didn't you? You just wanted to make a profit, and you even thought you could speak for the whole courtyard to get a bigger cut."

Ding Ning's eyes narrowed slightly, "Is that what you think?"

"Hmph, what else could it be? What good intentions could someone like you have? You've been saying the courtyard's feng shui is bad. What are you up to? Do you think I'll sell my house at a low price just because you say the feng shui is bad? Forget it. I'm staying here, and when the development starts, you better not meddle. I have a property deed, and no one can force me to sell."

Ding Ning said, "I didn't just say the feng shui was bad."

"You also said it wasn't clean. That's nonsense. I've lived here for twenty years and haven't seen a single ghost. Even if there were ghosts, I, Section Chief Jiang, am a ghost-catcher, and I'll subdue them!"

He then made a few opera-like sounds, feeling very pleased with himself.

The other old men laughed, having long been accustomed to following Old Jiang's lead and flattering him.

"Young man, your tricks might fool some people, but not Section Chief Jiang."

"That's right. Section Chief Jiang was a famous figure in urban management here."

"Heh, not to mention Section Chief Jiang, even I don't believe your nonsense. You dare to attack the police? Is there no law in this world? You should go back where you came from."

"Ghosts? Where are the ghosts? Show us one, and I'll move out immediately!"

The old men were initially a bit afraid of Ding Ning, thinking he could predict the future and had the nerve to attack the police, but after hearing Old Jiang's words, they realized it was all a scheme to profit from the demolition. They were no longer afraid.

Looking at these old men and the smug Old Jiang, Ding Ning smiled, "Maybe you're right, but I'm not here to argue. I'm here to play chess. One thousand yuan per game. Anyone up for it?"

Saying this, Ding Ning pushed the old man who was playing chess with Old Jiang aside and placed one thousand yuan on the chessboard.

He had found a better method. If the courtyard was to be haunted, it would start with these old men, and with Old Jiang.