I rely on learning to dominate the entertainment industry [Ancient wear today]

"Where's Lao Jia?" After a busy day, after dinner, Mr. Ding finally found that there was a subordinate missing by his side.

"He went out early in the morning." The person standing not far behind Mr. Ding replied quickly.

"Early in the morning?" A trace of doubt appeared on Mr. Ding's face, and soon he seemed to think of something, and there was a trace of clarity on his face.

But soon, Mr. Ding realized something was wrong:

"I went out early in the morning, but I haven't come back yet?"

"Yes." The person standing behind nodded.

"Did you come back halfway?" Mr. Ding frowned slightly.

"No." The people below quickly gave the answer.

Upon receiving such an answer, Mr. Ding's brow furrowed slightly, and he casually picked up the mobile phone that was placed aside, found Lao Jia's number, and called.

Then, Mr. Ding heard a mechanical voice from the phone:

"Sorry, the phone you dialed is turned off. Sorry,..."

"How many people did he take?" The phone was turned off, and Mr. Ding could only put the phone aside.

"Four." When Lao Jia left, he didn't hide it from anyone.

"Call the person he took away and ask him where he is now." Mr. Ding ordered without thinking.

The person standing behind him heard the order, and after answering with a low body, he turned and walked aside, presumably looking for contact information.

But after a while, the man walked back:

"Mr. Ding, I can't get through the phone, please turn off the phone."

"Four people, none of them can be contacted?" Mr. Ding's eyebrows were almost tied into a knot.

"Yes." The man replied hastily, with the same puzzled tone.

After all, there are no special circumstances, and their mobile phones are kept open 24 hours a day, so that they can be contacted at any time.

One person's phone is turned off, or the phone is out of battery and other accidents, but all five people can't be contacted, the probability is really too low.

Obviously, Mr. Ding also knew this, and an ominous premonition rose in his heart immediately.

Then I contacted Lao Jia about what he was going to do when he went out today, and this ominous premonition in his heart became stronger and stronger.

Even so, Mr. Ding still didn't reveal anything on his face, and only confessed to the following sentence, "After contacting Lao Jia, let me know as soon as possible."

Originally, Mr. Ding was still thinking about Lao Jia because he didn't meet the opportunity for Li Xingchen to place an order, so he was squatting all the time.It was when Fu Tingshen found out because the matter was revealed.

Someone gave him the answer.

I saw a person hurried in from the door, and finally stood still in front of Mr. Ding:

"Mr. Ding, Mr. Fu wants to see you."

"Mr. Fu... Fu Tingshen?" The surname Fu is not common, and Mr. Ding only thought of Fu Tingshen in his mind.

"Yes." The man nodded. When Lao Jia gave the information to Mr. Ding last night, he was also beside him, so naturally he also knew Fu Tingshen.

"Did you say what you want to see me for?" Mr. Ding vaguely had an answer in his heart, but he was still a little uncertain.

"I didn't say anything, but I think he has a bad complexion, and he has a few people with him." The man shook his head hastily. What he didn't say was that Fu Tingshen's complexion was not only bad, but also that the visitor was not kind.

Leaving aside Fu Tingshen's already daunting expression, let's talk about the black-clothed bodyguards who followed him. At a glance, there wasn't a single fuel-efficient lamp.

There was a lot of trouble when he came here, and his tone of voice was not polite when he was asked to inform him. A three-year-old would not believe it if he said he was not here to mess things up.

Mr. Ding also saw something from the ugly eyes of his subordinates.

After pondering for a while, he gave instructions:

"Let them in."

After a while, Fu Tingshen and Li Xingchen came in with a few bodyguards.

And behind them, there were five people following.

Without exception, these five people were all tied up with ropes, and only their legs could move.

Several people followed behind Fu Tingshen, with their heads down, and there was an air of despair all over their bodies.

Others in Mr. Ding's family were surprised to find that the people who were tied up, Hao Ran, were Lao Jia and the people who were taken out by Lao Jia.

After discovering this, he quickly shifted his gaze to Fu Tingshen.

But after taking a look, he quickly retracted his gaze:

How could Mr. Ding offend such a terrible person?

"I don't know why Mr. Fu visited late at night, why?"

At this time, Mr. Ding still had the same smile on his face as before, making it impossible to see what was going on in his heart.

After seeing Fu Tingshen, there was no panic on his face.

"I think Mr. Ding knows it well." Unfortunately, Fu Tingshen had no intention of practicing Tai Chi with Mr. Ding at all, so he went straight to the point.

As Fu Tingshen's words fell, Xiao Lin, who was standing behind him, pushed Lao Jia out with a hand.

Xiao Lin's hands were strong, and Lao Jia's hands were tied behind his back again. He was suddenly pushed like this, staggered, and rushed out of the crowd and rushed in front of Mr. Ding.

Mr. Ding frowned when Lao Jia rushed out, and then took two steps back.

"If I remember correctly, this gentleman has always been by Mr. Ding's side before?"

Finding something wrong with the expression on Mr. Ding's face, Fu Tingshen didn't give him a chance to argue.

He and Mr. Ding only met twice, and these two times, this person followed Mr. Ding's side, which showed that this person had a certain status by Mr. Ding's side.

Since this is the case, there should be quite a few people who have met Lao Jia in the past, leaving Mr. Ding with no choice.

"That's right, this is indeed my bodyguard." Mr. Ding naturally knew this, and quickly suppressed his plan to deny it. "I don't know how he offended Mr. Fu? If there is any offense, I will Make an apology to Mr. Fu on his behalf."

There was a gentle smile on his face, and even a hint of guilt could be seen in Fu Tingshen's eyes.

That appearance, as if he really didn't know what mistake Lao Jia made outside.

In the past, Fu Tingshen might still play this back-and-forth game with him.

But when he thought of Mr. Ding's malice towards Li Xingchen yesterday, and Lao Jia's purpose today, Fu Tingshen lost his interest.

"How he offended me, shouldn't Mr. Ding know better than anyone else?" Fu Ting sneered deeply, and looked Mr. Ding up and down.

Those eyes were sharp and had a bit of penetrating power, as if all lies could not hide under such eyes, making people want to avoid them involuntarily.

Before Mr. Ding could continue to argue, Xiao Lin took out his mobile phone from his pocket.

After a while of operation, a recording was released——

"What do you want to do behind our Seventh Master and Young Master Li?" The voice was a little strange, but from his words and tone, it was not difficult to hear that he should be the same as Xiao Lin, and also belonged to Fu Tingshen.

Afterwards, there was a silence in the recording, and Lao Jia and the others did not let go immediately.

Immediately afterwards, there was a burst of noisy voices in the recording, accompanied by the man's painful moans, or muffled screams, and some faint laughter could be heard.

During this period, Xiao Lin's voice came out of the recording from time to time, roughly saying something:

Confess early and release early, don't make fearless resistance, I am a swordsman, and it is only the beginning now.

We are all law-abiding and good citizens, and we will not do anything excessive to you. If we know what we want to know, we will naturally let you go.

things like that.

Perhaps under the double torture of spirit and body, someone finally let go:

"Old Jia asked us to find a chance to kidnap him."

"Shut up!" This was Lao Jia's voice, as if trying to stop it.

"You are the one who should shut up!" Xiao Lin snarled, and then there was a muffled sound, probably punching Lao Jia.

Lao Jia's stop did not stop the interrogators or interrogators:

"Abduct someone? Who will kidnap? Master Qi or Young Master Li?"

"The one wearing the mask should be the young master Li you mentioned."

"And then? What do you want to do after kidnapping someone?"

"Give it to Mr. Ding."

"Who is Mr. Ding?"

"Don't say it! Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..." It was also Lao Jia's voice trying to stop him, but just after he uttered two words, he could only utter some meaningless syllables.

Then came Xiaolin's somewhat anxious voice:

"You should have gagged your mouth just now!"

Interrogation continues:

"Who is Mr. Ding and what is his relationship with you?"

"Mr. Ding is Mr. Ding. He is a very powerful stone gambler and our boss."

"Then did this old Jia ask you to do this, or Mr. Ding?"

"It should be Mr. Ding. Normally, Lao Jia only listens to Mr. Ding."

……

Then Xiaolin pressed the pause button, put the phone back into his pocket, and looked at Mr. Ding leisurely.

The recording just now was able to explain all the problems.

Sensing Xiao Lin's gaze, Mr. Ding felt great hatred and gritted his teeth secretly:

He thought that it was enough to intimidate the few leaders above, and these people would naturally manage the people under them.

Who knew that the people below were so sloppy that they sold him out so easily?

"Mr. Ding, now, please give me a reasonable explanation."

Fu Tingshen doesn't care how much Mr. Ding wants to tear these people apart, he only knows that he is here to ask the teacher for their crimes!

"This..." Mr. Ding gritted his teeth. What else could he say in this situation?

Facing Fu Tingshen's cold eyes, and then looking at the bodyguards following Fu Tingshen, all looking at him with unkind eyes, I knew that today's matter might not be able to be kind.

However, Mr. Ding has been gambling on Stone Street for more than a year, and he has faced such a situation of overturning his car, so he immediately had a plan in mind.

Turning his body slightly to one side, one hand was hidden in the blind spot of Fu Tingshen and others' vision. When he turned his wrist, a talisman appeared in his hand.

However, before Mr. Ding could make the next move, the talisman paper burned at his fingertips.

Logically speaking, the talisman fire would not cause harm to people, but Mr. Ding strangely felt the burning sensation from his fingertips, and the temperature was frighteningly high.

Mr. Ding threw the talisman out subconsciously, but the next moment, he realized something was wrong:

His talisman papers were all given to him by his master, how could such a low-level mistake occur?

Before he could figure it out, Li Xingchen's slightly cool voice came from beside his ears:

"Mr. Ding, have you ever heard that there are some things that can be changed once and twice?"