Chapter Two Hundred and One: Anger

As soon as they entered the door, Feng Yiming and Ding Xiangzhong both frowned, the air was filled with a smell of blood, the living room was messy, overturned chairs, broken glass slag could be seen everywhere, Gu Renzheng was pressing Ding Kui under him, and his mouth was scolding something. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. biquge。 info

Seeing Ding Xiangzhong enter the door, Ding Kui suddenly struggled desperately and shouted loudly: "Uncle, uncle, let go of me, tell you, my uncle is a ......"

Halfway through the words, Feng Yiming had already rushed up with an arrow and kicked this guy in the mouth, no matter what happened tonight, no matter how it was solved in the end, he couldn't let Ding Kui poke the matter on the table. Most of the people living in this community are government cadres, and when they shout out this voice, the ghost knows if it will be spread by someone with a heart.

Ding Xiangzhong looked down at his nephew whose face was covered with blood and his front teeth were kicked out, he didn't speak with a calm face, Peng Shinian hurriedly walked out of the bedroom and whispered: "It was a miscarriage, it should have been caused by this guy's beating." ”

"What are you doing in a daze! Send it to the hospital!" Feng Yiming shouted loudly, kicked Ding Kui's chin again, and said, "It's really brave that you are the one who opened Qingping City!"

"What the hell is going on?" Ding Xiangzhong asked in a low voice as if he hadn't seen this kick, throwing a cigarette over.

Feng Yiming let the cigarette fall to the ground, slowly squatted down, gently stroked Ding Kui's hair, and asked with a sneer: "Set fire to the Internet café, do you know how many people will die? Do you think you will definitely be able to control the fire? Do you know that there are more than a dozen liquefied gas canisters next door to the kitchen? Just because your uncle is the director of the public security bureau?"

Feng Yiming's hand tightened, grabbed the back of Ding Kui's head and slammed it on the ground.

There was a muffled "bang", Ding Kui raised his head, fell softly to the ground, and fainted.

"Lao Ding, a few months ago, I said that you would help take care of it. Feng Yiming pointed to Qian Huihui, who was being carried out of the door to the hospital, and asked, "That's how you take care of it?"

Ding Xiangzhong knew that if the arson was really successful, Feng Yiming would not come to arrest people, he slowly sat on the sofa, his face was pale, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the cigarette he had thrown over just now and fell to the ground, being trampled to pieces by Peng Shinian and his gang, gritting his teeth and staring at Ding Kui without speaking.

If he really burned people to death, it was not just that he tore his face with the Feng family, what would Zhang Changhe think of himself? It was his nephew who set the fire, and he could escape from it? Will Zhang Changhe give up on himself? Will those people he has offended come one after another in the past two years and tear himself apart?

Feng Yiming glanced at Ding Xiangzhong, who was pondering, in disgust, he knew too well what this guy was thinking about, even the aftermath of Qian Huihui's family and the compensation for the Internet café were probably not within his current consideration, Ding Xiangzhong was now thinking about nothing more than how to press this matter and how to avoid the attack of political enemies.

The two of them sat silently opposite each other, one cigarette and one cigarette were lit one after another, and the room was filled with the smell of choking smoke, only Ding Kui on the ground occasionally let out a few low moans/moans.

The mobile phone finally rang, and Feng Yiming answered the phone, "Okay, I know, let Liu Juan send a few female employees over to keep vigil, and I'll come over immediately." ”

"Let's go, Director Ding. Feng Yiming said with a sneer.

Ding Xiangzhong got up from the sofa with difficulty, looked down at his nephew who was still paralyzed on the ground, and turned his head straight out of the door.

When he arrived at the hospital, Feng Yiming first found Peng Shinian and asked, "Haven't woken up yet?"

"No, there was too much blood loss, and the doctor said that if I was half an hour late, I am afraid that I will not be saved. ”

Feng Yiming breathed a sigh of relief, no matter why Qian Huihui reported the news, but after all, he saved himself, if the fire was really ignited, the liquefied gas tanks next door would definitely be detonated, it was a trivial matter that the Internet café could not be opened, and it would be a big game to kill a few people, Qian Huihui could be regarded as saving him, Li Yu, Liu Juan, and even all the players in the Internet café at that time were killed.

"All medical expenses go to the company's account. Feng Yiming whispered, "Has her family notified you?"

"No, no one knows her phone number, maybe there is no phone at home. Peng Shinian whispered: "I only know where she probably lives, and the detailed address is not clear, Qian Huihui's mobile phone was broken." ”

"Why did Qian Huihui report the news?" Feng Yiming turned his head and asked Li Yu.

"I asked Liu Juan just now, and she didn't know that since Qian Huihui followed Ding Kui in August, she had no contact with her former colleagues. Li Yu is also a little lucky, now the boss of Tianquan Company is still him in name, if there is really a big problem, he can't escape the involvement.

After a long time, the lights in the operating room finally went out, and a doctor came out and asked, "Who is the patient's family?"

Several people looked at each other, and Li Yu stood up and said, "Her family hasn't come yet, doctor, how is the situation now?"

"Pregnancy miscarriage, excessive blood loss, now out of danger, but not yet awakened, you go to the hospital procedures. ”

Feng Yiming heard Ding Xiangzhong beside him breathe a long sigh of relief, and couldn't help but ask in a low voice, "Have you thought about it?"

"Let's talk about it tomorrow when Qian Huihui's family comes, and I'll compensate you for the arson later." Ding Xiangzhong said calmly.

Feng Yiming couldn't hold back the anger in his heart anymore, and made amends? Indeed, many times, compensation is the only thing that can be done, but you haven't thought about it, why did Ding Kui dare to do this? You haven't thought about it, just now the doctor might say "I'm sorry" with a sad face, haven't you thought about how many people will die when the fire in the Internet café burns down?

Waiting for Li Yu and Liu Juan to go through the hospitalization procedures, and waiting for the doctors to leave the operating room, Feng Yiming stood up, stared at Ding Xiangzhong, and said slowly: "Old Ding, have you ever thought that our age difference is so big, why did I make you such a friend?"

"What do you want to say......"

"I once heard my mother tell me that nine years ago, the son of the city transportation chief, who was a well-known model worker in the city, was killed by mistake during a fight. At that time, the city bureau quickly concluded that the son of the transportation director was acquitted. ”

Feng Yiming stared at Ding Xiangzhong, who hung his head, and continued: "Everyone is very satisfied, only the old man who lost his son is kneeling opposite the gate of the city bureau, refusing to give up day after day. At that time, the captain of the criminal police was a rather sleek old fritter, no one thought that this old fritter would do such an irrational thing, he took the case, combed it from scratch, carried countless pressures, and finally brought the culprit to justice for two whole years. ”

Ding Xiangzhong lit a cigarette with shaking hands, his eyes were red but he couldn't speak.

"When you are in the public and want to do good deeds, I thought you were a principled person, so I would make you a friend. Feng Yiming said calmly: "In the quagmire, no one can be white and flawless. I just hope you don't regret it. ”