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

"It should be Mr. Ding. Usually, Lao Jia only listens to Mr. Ding's words."

...

Then Xiao Lin pressed the pause button, put the phone back in his pocket, and looked at Mr. Ding leisurely.

The recording just now can explain all the problems.

Seeing Xiao Lin's gaze, Mr. Ding felt very hatred in his heart and gritted his teeth in secret:

He thought it would be enough to shock the few leaders above, and these people would naturally manage their subordinates.

Who knew that the person below was so stern and could easily sell him completely?

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

Fu Tingshen, no matter how much Mr. Ding wanted to dismantle these people at this time, he only knew that he was coming to the door now to seek punishment!

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

When he met Fu Tingshen's cold eyes, he looked at the bodyguards following Fu Tingshen, and they were all looking at him with bad eyes, and he knew that this matter might not be able to be good today.

However, Mr. Ding has faced such a failure in the past year in Gambling Stone Street, and immediately had a plan in his mind.

He slightly turned his body, and one hand was hidden in the visual blind spot of Fu Tingshen and others. When he turned his wrist, a piece of talisman paper 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 will not cause harm to people, but Mr. Ding strangely felt the burning sensation from his fingertips, which was so high that it was so high.

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

These talisman papers he had given to him by his master, so how could such low-level mistakes occur?

Before he could figure it out, Li Xingchen's slightly chilling voice came to his ears:

"Mr. Ding, have you ever heard of some things, either one or two, or two, or another?"

The author has something to say: Mr. Ding’s countdown to go offline: What does it feel like to show off his skills?

Mr. Ding: Thank you for your invitation, the feeling of overturning the car with one foot.

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Thank you little angel's mine: Su Yue Qingqiu, Nice 1;
Chapter completed!