The rise of the reborn hero

Most of the core members of the Beidamen Sect are of Xia origin.

This common identity background makes them very cohesive, because the slight regional discrimination makes these people particularly fierce and united.......

Ding Qing remembers that the first time he and Li Zicheng met was during a turf war between Peking University and the Tiger Faction.

Because it was a battle over territorial ownership, there was no pretense between the two sides. Everyone went head-to-head with each other, with real swords and guns, and it was about who was tougher.

It was a winter morning and it was very cold. Ding Qing still remembered the pain of his hands being numb from the cold as he was wielding a sharp weapon because he was not wearing gloves.

The location for the work was chosen in an unfinished building located on the north side of Ax Mountain City. This place has been deserted for some reason and is usually inaccessible. It is indeed a good place to solve problems.

During this period, these guys from the Bangzi Kingdom admired the forces of Japan and imitated those from the Sun Kingdom in their words and deeds. guys.

Therefore, in order to show their formality, both parties deliberately wore uniform black suits. However, the only difference was the color of the cloth strips tied to the arms. One side chose red and the other blue.

Standing at the front on Hu's side was a rough man with half an ear missing. His eyes were the small eyes unique to Bangzi people. He looked at the people from Peking University with a sharp look.

Ding Qing was standing far enough forward at this time, but his attention was not on the sturdy man, but on the young man who was one height away from the big man.

The young man was tall and burly. He also noticed that Ding Qing was looking at him, and he grinned at Ding Qing indifferently. His face still showed the kind of virtue that no one took seriously.

Ding Qing knows this guy.

A rising star in the Tiger sect, Li Zhongjiu, who is known to be invincible, is one of the most powerful gangsters in recent times.

"Assi."

Ding Qing muttered, feeling a little urgent in his lower abdomen, which made him feel very unhappy,"Why do you want to make an appointment in the morning? I didn't even have time to have breakfast"

"Shut up, if you don't take it seriously, you won't have to eat anymore."Huang Zhengmin turned around and glanced at Ding Qing, who was using words to relieve his nervousness. Then he seriously counted the number of people and waved his hand to a van behind him, indicating that when everyone had gathered, the guys could be distributed.

Following Huang Zhengmin's wave of his hand, The door of the van was opened, and a few men carrying bags jumped out and began to hand out sharp objects with cold light one by one. Both sides acted very calmly. It wasn't that someone was whispering to each other and laughing, they were obviously used to fighting. Desperate.

Ding Qing reached out to take the weapon. Ding Qing forced out an ugly smile at the man who handed it out. He lowered his head and wrapped the cloth strip tightly around his hand for a few times. Then he looked up and was shocked to find that the man distributing the weapon was also carrying one. A sharp object stood beside me

"Hey, skinny old man, what's your name?"

Ding Qing said hello in Xia Mandarin.

"Li Zicheng.

The other person smiled, showing his neat and white teeth,"Are you feeling uncomfortable?""

Li Zicheng pointed to the other hand covering his stomach and said

"No."

When they met for the first time, Ding Qing still wanted to save face, so he answered firmly.

"Try this."

Li Zicheng switched the sharp object from his right hand to his left hand and took out a 3-tael package of low-quality liquor from his jacket pocket,"Authentic Xia domestic product."

The wine is not very old and is of poor quality. But facing the cold winter wind in the early morning, Ding Qing's cheeks immediately turned red.

"Come on, Axi, follow me."

Ding Qing, who felt as if his stomach was on fire, furrowed his eyebrows and said calmly to Li Zicheng.

Huang Zhengmin and the person standing at the front nodded, indicating that it was time to start, and then made a gesture to the people behind him

"Damn it, you bitch is no longer pleasing to the eye."Ding Qing, who was rushed to his head by the alcohol, immediately cursed at Li Zhongjiu, raised his hand and smashed the bottle at the other party, and at the same time he shouted and was the first to rush out. With his move, both nervous people shouted almost at the same time. A sound was immediately mixed together. Then the shouts and the moans of sharp objects being inserted into the body were intertwined......

"When did you come?"

Ding's father's deep voice pulled Ding Qing out of his memories.

"woke up? Not comfortable there?"

Ding Qing came back to his senses and wanted to let go of the hand that had been holding his father's and stood up to help the old man change into a more comfortable position.

Ding's father didn't know what was coming from him. He held Ding Qing's hand very tightly. Qing tried it but didn't pull it out.

"I can't survive."

Ding's father still had the usual smile on Ding Qing's face, his eyes staring straight at the somewhat ferocious scar on Ding Qing's face,"I'm gone, you must be more careful in the future."

"Um. Once you get over it, it's not that dangerous."Under his father's gaze, Ding Qing turned his head unnaturally. For some reason, he felt his eyes were a little sore.

"Damn, I must not have had a good rest."

Ding Qing made a lame excuse for himself, but he never tried to take his hand out again.

"I can't spend the money you send back every month, so I put it all in the back of that white cabinet. In the future, remember to eat on time and drink plenty of water. You should rest regularly, and marry a good girl when you meet one. By the way, if you don’t like a girl, just look at her appearance, and her character should be virtuous. Think of the time when I chased your mother......."

Ding Qing's father was obviously lost in memories, and many of his words seemed incoherent, but his voice became deeper and deeper.

Ding Qing had been listening quietly, but there was a surge of sadness in his heart, and tears could no longer hold back his eyes.

His father was still mumbling a lot of things he had never said before. Looking at his father, Ding Qing, whose breathing was getting weaker and weaker, he understood that he would really be alone from now on.

The sound stopped suddenly.

My father's face was very calm, as if he was sleeping soundly. Ding Qing wiped his eyes, stood up slowly, and looked at his father's old face without blinking, as if he wanted to engrav the face deeply in his mind......

"Ding Qing's father passed away?"

Su Pingnan received a call from Wan Qiusheng

"Yes, Mr. Su."

This was the first time he spoke directly to Su Pingnan. Wan Qiusheng could not hide his inner nervousness,"This person is very sympathetic to the Chinese identity. I think you should come.""

"Why?"

Su Pingnan was a little curious about the reason why Wan Qiusheng asked him to attend Ding Qing's father's funeral the first time he called him to report on work.

"You are here to lift him up. Wan

Qiusheng said very straightforwardly,"Uncle Liu visited the thatched cottage three times when Zhuge Liang was alive and dead. Ding Qing was a very loyal person.""

"good."

After pondering for a few minutes, Su Pingnan nodded._To read the underlined version of the novel, please download Feilu