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The opium warehouse incident was a good opportunity for Ding Sicheng to create a zào, and this guy effortlessly regained the trust in Bai Qihong's heart in the past.

Now that dinner time has just passed, there is a slight movement in the hall downstairs, Hua Ting tiptoed out of the corridor on the second floor, and Ding Sicheng's thin and hunchbacked figure appeared in the lobby of the Bai Mansion at this moment.

He wears a simple shirt, trousers, and jacket

Hua Ting looked at Ding Sicheng's silhouette in the corridor, although she would still recognize him as Ding Yaoyi, but at this moment, she told herself rationally, she had seen enough of Ding Sicheng's flattering and smiling face in this year, this sinister and slippery face would definitely not be Ding Yaoyi, how could a treacherous, cunning and flattering guy be Ding Yaoyi with a simple face and a strong sense of justice? This can be judged not only from the voice, but also from the personality, you can know that the two are not on the same channel at all.

If she still had a chance to travel back, she would definitely tell Ding Yaoyi what kind of person his great-grandfather was.

But is there still a chance for her to travel back?

"What did you find?" In the hall, Bai Qihong's voice was terrifyingly low, like a low roar from his chest, like a lion about to attack.

Ding Sicheng lit a cigar for him doggedly, leaned down slightly with a smiling face, and leaned into his ear without knowing what to say, which made him angry, "They are right!?" ”

The green tendons on the back of Bai Qihong's hand are bulging, and the killing intent is awe-inspiring!

Ding Sicheng was shocked by his momentum, and unconsciously took two steps back, and his voice was also full of caution, "The black De Linjie left at the warehouse scene is confirmed to be Mr. Cai's." ”

Black Derringer pistol? Hua Ting once inadvertently glanced at Cai Bingrong's waist with a gun, it was a black De Ringer, yes, but why was it left at the warehouse scene? Not burned yet?

"Is there a half-moon in the hilt?" Bai Qihong's anger ignited the air around him, causing the entire hall to be filled with a high-risk hot atmosphere, just like a flame.

"Yes." Ding Sicheng replied in a low voice.

"Huh!" The corners of Bai Qihong's mouth curved upward, a sarcastic smile floated, and the tea cup in his hand slammed to the ground, accompanied by a "bang" sound, the tea lid was crooked, and the tea foam burst out, which scared all the servants in the Bai Mansion with a sigh in their hearts.

Bai Qihong's onset was expected by Hua Ting.

Ding Sicheng stiffened his face and looked at Bai Qihong's expression cautiously.

Before Bai Qihong started scolding, a man in black came into the hall, and he handed over an object the size of a palm wrapped in a layer of black cloth in his hand to Bai Qihong.

Before the black cloth was lifted, Hua Ting had already guessed that it was Cai Bingrong's black Deringer pistol, but she couldn't figure it out, why did Cai Bingrong's personal pistol appear at the scene of the incident?

There was a deathly silence in the room.

Bai Qihong frowned deeply, lowered his head and carefully looked at the De Ringer in his hand, and suddenly withdrew from the magazine and looked at the number of bullets in it.

Could it be that Cai Bingrong also appeared near the opium hall on the night of the incident? Otherwise, with Chen Shu's character, it would be impossible for him to be careless enough to leave such an important thing on the scene......

Bai Qihong's gaze became deeper and deeper, obviously so angry that even his chest was trembling, but his face was pretending to be calm, and from time to time he pulled out a sarcastic smile, his appearance made Hua Ting faintly detect an ominous premonition, according to the previous inference, this is more like a precursor to a storm.

Bai Qihong finally stood up from his boss's chair and said to the black-clothed bodyguard on the side in a sinister tone: "Make an appointment with the surname Cai for me, see you at the dock at 8 o'clock." ”

"Yes."

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The coolness of the spring night filled the entire Bai Mansion to the brim, and the shadows of the trees in the front yard swayed slightly, and occasionally shook a few leaves before they landed, and they were swept away by the cool breeze again. It is obviously spring, but the weather in Shanghai is as dry as autumn, and once the rainy season passes, this day has a little gloomy cold, it seems that this year has been contaminated with the war Xiao Suo, and even the sycamore leaves have fallen into this oppressive night early.

Hua Ting put on the windbreaker jacket he wore at Zhao Yiran's house that day, and went out with Bai Qihong's hind feet.

After Bai Qihong's car drove a hundred meters away, she was relieved to get into Lu Jinnian's car.

When I arrived at the 16th Ferry Pier at exactly 8 o'clock, Hua Ting found an abandoned old factory near the wharf to hide, the location of this old factory is only less than 50 meters away from the wharf, from this dilapidated wire window facing the Huangpu River, the scene on the other side of the wharf can be described as unobstructed.

Cai Bingrong, dressed in a cyan Chinese robe, stood with his hands behind his back against the rolling surface of the Huangpu River, his clothes fluttering in the wind, thinking of the scene when the four Shanghai tycoons met at the dock, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously sketched a real and meager smile.

However, slowly pacing behind him was Bai Qihong, who was wearing a gray felt hat to hide his murderous face.

Hua Ting's heart tightened, should Bai Qihong directly kill Cai Bingrong at the dock?

Cai Bingrong, who heard the footsteps, turned around and smiled kindly: "Brother Bai called me to come to the Sixteen Pu Pier today, is there something wrong?" ”

"What do you say?" Bai Qihong sneered in his abdomen, but his face was not obvious.

Cai Bingrong, who didn't notice anything abnormal, still looked back at the old days, and said with a smile: "You should bring a pot of wine." ”

Bai Qihong slowly took off his hat, with a cold face and a cold heart, and the mockery in his eyes was undisguised, "Cai Bingrong, are you still in the mood to drink?" ”

"How?" Bai Qihong rarely calls him by his full name, but Cai Bingrong was stunned for a moment.

"I came to the dock for you today, you should know what it is." Bai Qihong smiled on his face, and his heart was freezing and dying inch by inch.

The doubt in Cai Bingrong's eyes shrouded like a thick fog, "What's wrong?" What's going on? ”

"What's the matter?" Bai Qihong's nose moved slightly, "Cai Bingrong, where is your gun?" ”

"With a gun?" Cai Bingrong subconsciously groped around his waist, and the smile in the corner of his eyes froze, "I lost it half a month ago, and I was going to look for a good one in this batch of arms, what?" ”

"Lost?" Bai Qihong's clenched fist let go again, and he took out the black De Linjie from his sleeve and lit it up in front of Cai Bingrong's eyes, "Can you explain why your gun is in my hand?" ”

Cai Bingrong approached and took a closer look, it was his gun, yes, but how could it appear in Bai Qihong's hands? "Brother Bai, my gun was lost half a month ago, this is a well-known thing, why is it in your hands now?" Cai Bingrong's eyes were full of doubt, and he was about to reach out to pick it up, but Bai Qihong held it tightly in his hand.

"Why is your gun in my hand? It's better to ask yourself, right? Bai Qihong's expression against the light was not very clear, but he knew that there was a deep sigh in his tone, "I originally thought that working with you again after ten years would repair the relationship between you and me, but unfortunately you disappointed me again." Bai Qihong shook his head.

Cai Bingrong was even more misty by his words, "What does Brother Bai mean?" ”

"Huh!" A sneer came from Bai Qihong's chest, "I'll just say, how could you suddenly think of being close to me, not for the sake of settling with me, but for what I did today, I really underestimated you." ”

Cai Bingrong is a smart person, and when he heard him say this, he also understood the general situation of the matter, "What does Brother Bai mean that I Cai Bingrong did when the opium warehouse was burned several times in a row?" ”

"Don't act in front of me," Bai Qihong hooked the gun in his hand and turned, the reflection of the gun handle printed the doubts in Cai Bingrong's eyes on the other side, "You did this kind of thing ten years ago, and it is not surprising to do it ten years later." ”

"Ten years ago......" Cai Bingrong's voice lowered.

"What? Want to clean up what happened ten years ago? Bai Qihong stared at Cai Bingrong fiercely with a pair of eyes with rare hatred, but he can imagine that the incident ten years ago made him unable to let go, "If you hadn't set fire to my opium warehouse ten years ago, so I couldn't go to the dock to find Yiran, how could I have lost contact with her for ten years......"

"Ten years ago, it was me who was wrong," Cai Bingrong interrupted, "However, things are one yard at a time, and what does it have to do with burning your warehouse ten years ago and today's incident?" ”

"Heh, what's the matter?" The little friendship left in Bai Qihong's eyes also disappeared at this moment.

"What's in it for me to spoil you?" Cai Bingrong has a clear mind, not like Bai Qihong who is so angry that he loses his mind, "If I collapse you, what will I do with my arms business?" Do you think I'm so stupid? ”

"I don't know if you've secretly paved the way, but can you explain why your gun was left behind at my warehouse?"

"Brother Bai, isn't this clear? This incident is clearly a blame-setting. ”

Hua Ting's heart trembled, she stared at the dark night outside, the moonlight was soft and lonely, shining on the head of Cai Bingrong, who was dressed in green clothes, the purple centipede in his right eye writhed with anger, and he seemed to have guessed something at this moment, just as Hua Ting thought in his heart.

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