Ding Kejin opened his palms, and the silver-gray USB flash drive was sweating from his fingers.
"When we brothers decided to take refuge with Chen Mao, we knew that he was not an easy person to deal with."
"In order to save our lives in his hands in the future, we collected some transaction records between the Chen family and the Bianzhou Municipal Government."
"There is an underground black market and there is also foreign trade smuggling."
As he spoke, he licked his dry lips and handed the USB flash drive in front of Chen Ming.
"There's not much, and it's not the most important thing."
"Chen Mao is cautious and suspicious. We haven't been with him long enough, and the Ding family was once expelled from the capital by him. This time he wants to return to the capital, so Chen Mao is even more wary of us."
Ding Wanliang added: "Usually we are not allowed to do important things. My brother and I worked hard to collect this information."
One of his legs was inconvenient, and he couldn't kneel firmly. His broken knees hit the cold floor tiles hard, and the biting cold continued to penetrate into the seams of his bones.
But he still lowered his head and said with a slight trembling: "The USB flash drive mostly contains screenshots of transaction records and phone recordings. We don't dare to go too far, and we are also afraid of being discovered."
"Although these can't completely kill Chen Mao, they can give him a headache for a while."
After the words fell, the heads of the Ding brothers hung lower, almost touching the floor tiles.
Chen Ming looked at them from top to bottom, but did not immediately reach out to pick them up.
The atmosphere in the ward was stagnant for a moment, and no one spoke anymore.
Ding Kejin's arm holding the USB flash drive began to tremble, and cold sweat dripped down his cheeks and fell to the ground, slowly gathering into a small puddle.
It wasn't until the sound of orderly footsteps came from the corridor that Chen Ming took the USB flash drive.
"This is your last chance, don't be mean to me."
"I'm no easier to talk to than Chen Mao."
Chen Ming seemed to smile lightly, "They are both named Chen. There are no two kinds of people with the same bloodline."
After saying that, he opened the door and went out.
"Bang!"
The door to the ward was closed, blocking out the sounds from the outside world.
"Brother, what does he mean?"
Ding Wanliang endured the pain in his knee and first helped Ding Kejin to lie down on the hospital bed. Then he slowly moved to the edge of the bed and sat on the edge of the bed with his crutches.
"There is no other option."
Ding Kejin smiled bitterly: "Chen Mao will definitely not let us go."
"But Chen Ming didn't ask me for the formula, which is a bit strange."
This time he did not return home empty-handed.
Originally, he brought the newly developed functional capsule patent to Chen Maoxianbao.
I went to the traditional Chinese medicine seminar just to show off my medicine, but who knew that my body wouldn't be able to hold on and would cause so many troubles.
"Why are you thinking so much? In the worst case, we will leave when you get better."
Ding Wanliang put his hands on his knees and subconsciously massaged them gently, trying to use the warmth of his palms to ease the pain in his legs.
“If we can’t stay in Bianzhou, we will go to Rongzhou. If Rongzhou doesn’t work, we will go overseas.”
"I don't believe it. How can we, our brothers, not have a place to take root?"
He raised his head and revealed a pair of red eyes, "When we regain our strength, these people will kneel on the ground and beg you."
Ding Kejin sighed and didn't answer.
He is not as open-minded as his brother.
Chen Ming heard clearly the conversation between the two brothers in the ward.
But he didn't bother to answer.
After greeting Dou Nanfei, who came to clean up the mess, he threw the USB disk to him.
"Ding Kejin gave it to me. I want you to make the most of the things in it."
After Chen Ming finished his instructions, he swept through the mess and was about to leave when he was stopped again.
"Young Master, what should we do with the Ding brothers? Do we need to find a place to lock them up?"
"We can't let them go back intact. What if these two people turn around and go to find Chen Mao again?"
Dou Nanfei frowned and asked, not liking the person named Ding at all.
Before Chen Ming arrived in Bianzhou, the military power of the entire Bianzhou Military Region was in the hands of Chen Qiang and Ding Wanliang.
Commander Han has long been dismissed.
Even he and He Ting had nothing to do, and they were at home.
Now that he has turned over, of course he wants people named Ding to suffer as well.
Chen Ming knew what Dou Nanfei was thinking when he saw his expression.
This man looks fierce, but he is short-sighted and is a rare straight-tempered person.
"You can do whatever you want, just don't kill me."
To put it bluntly, Chen Ming still had reservations about the Ding brothers.
"Then, do you want Ding Kejin to hand over the medicine?" Dou Nanfei took two steps forward and whispered into Chen Ming's ear: "The capsule in his hand has already become famous overseas."
"It is said that a small pill can increase a person's muscle density by three times in a short period of time, and increase the strength and endurance limit of human physical strength. It is a weapon for military combat."
Ding Kejin was also praised to the sky because of this patent.
Dou Nanfei is not greedy, but he is curious!
Being looked at directly, Chen Ming's expression did not change, and his brows and eyes were still cold and cold.
"Sharp weapon?" He raised his eyebrows and turned to look at Dou Nanfei: "Using too much will cause neurasthenia and reduced immunity. Do you still want it?"
Ren Fei had mentioned it to him two years ago.
At that time, capsules were still in the experimental stage, and Chen Ming never believed in this kind of stuff.
Medicine can only play a repairing role. All drugs that can improve one's basic abilities have side effects.
It is impossible for ordinary people to enter the world of warriors.
"Ah?" Dou Nanfei was stunned, scratched his head and smiled: "Then I definitely don't want it. It's not a good thing that hurts the body."
"Hmph, you have some brains."
Chen Ming glanced at him and strode downstairs.
It was already morning when the news of the failed assassination of the Ding brothers came back to Beijing.
Chen Mao stayed in the military region office all night, his eyes were black and bloodshot.
"...Originally, the brothers had already reached the door of the ward, but a man appeared out of nowhere and killed all the remaining people."
The soldier in charge of liaison didn't dare to raise his head. After giving the detailed report, he wanted to shrink himself into a corner.
"one person?"
"You mean, someone killed a dozen professionally trained soldiers?"
"……yes."
Xiao Bing pursed his lips. Chen Mao looked at him gloomily. He was very stressed.
"Do you know who the other party is?"
Chen Mao's tone was calm and his emotions could not be heard.
Xiao Bing hesitated for a moment and then tried to speak: "I don't know, maybe someone hired by the Ding brothers?"
The office suddenly became quiet, so quiet that you could hear your breathing clearly.
"Your companions are dead, what are you still doing?"
After a long time, Chen Mao spoke calmly, then with a swish he drew out the short knife on his waist and quickly swiped it across the soldier's neck.
"Pfft!"
The main artery was severed, and bright red blood spurted out like a fountain, splashing all over the floor and staining the documents on the desktop.
"Well……"
