Ding Jian: (⊙︿⊙).
He was completely stiff, too afraid to move or speak.
How angry Peng Bing is right now.
He could feel it.
"Did Zhang Lin ask you to do this too?"
Peng Bing's eyes blazed with fury as he gritted his teeth and asked.
Yes...yes.
Ding Jian, of course, wanted to clear himself of the matter, and quickly nodded in agreement.
"You bastard, I'll kill you!"
Peng Bing roared, holding his son's urn in one hand and slamming the other hand on the table with a loud bang, almost shattering the table.
It took him a while to calm down and regain some of his composure.
"Tell me everything, what happened, and don't hide anything!"
"The situation was like this..."
Ding Jian couldn't be happier if Peng Bing asked. As long as Peng Bing asked, he could answer the question himself, which would allow him to shift all the blame onto Zhang Lin.
So he started telling a story that was mostly true and partially false.
He told the truth about everything that happened before Peng Yong died.
I just added another paragraph myself.
It is said that when Peng Yong was killed, he helped him, but unfortunately he was no match for Zhang Lin, so Peng Yong was still killed. As revenge, he was sent by Zhang Lin to deliver Peng Yong's ashes.
"Boss Peng, Zhang Lin was the one who mixed the ashes with soil. He even deliberately sent me here to get revenge on me. He wanted to use someone else to do his dirty work because when Brother Yong was killed, I was the only one who helped him. Boss Peng, please don't fall for his tricks!"
After saying this, Ding Jian inwardly praised himself for his cleverness.
After saying this, which is nine parts true and one part false...
Peng Bing's hatred must have shifted to Zhang Lin, so Peng Bing definitely won't kill him, right?
Especially later, he even used a little provocation.
Killing him would be falling into Zhang Lin's trap of using someone else to do his dirty work.
Peng Bing now hates Zhang Lin to the core.
According to normal human psychology, Peng Bing would definitely not want to fall into Zhang Lin's trap of using someone else to kill, to make Zhang Lin happy, and to kill someone who had helped his son.
However……
Peng Bing is indeed a cunning old fox.
Even though his son was killed, and his anger surged like a raging torrent, he did not let his anger cloud his judgment.
Ding Jian's words had too many loopholes; he couldn't be fooled at all.
"Your name is Ding Jian, right?"
Peng Bing regained his composure, looked at his son's lackey, and asked in a cold tone.
"It's me!"
Ding Jian answered immediately.
"Of all those people, you're the only one who helped my son. Tell me, how can I thank you?" Peng Bing's tone remained icy.
“Uncle Peng, Yong and I are very good friends. It’s only right that I help him. There’s no need to thank me.” Ding Jian was secretly delighted, but he pretended to be sad and said, “I’m responsible for not protecting Yong. I’m also very sad. How could I dare to ask Uncle Peng for your thanks?”
He was also a seasoned veteran, and his way of addressing her had changed. Before, he called her Boss Peng, but now he called her Uncle Peng, which immediately brought them much closer.
However, despite his polite words, Ding Jian had already begun to fantasize about what kind of reward he might receive.
It was just a polite remark; how could Peng Bing take it seriously and not reward him at all?
"No, you must be rewarded."
Peng Bing's tone grew increasingly cold, "I think that since you and Xiao Yong are so close, you must want to continue working for Xiao Yong, right?"
"Of course, I'm the most heartbroken by Brother Yong's passing. If Brother Yong could be brought back to life, I would definitely be willing to continue working for him," Ding Jian continued, spouting platitudes.
"That's good!"
Peng Bing smiled.
"Then you can continue working for Xiaoyong."
"He's all underground, and I'm afraid he'll be lonely!"
Ding Jian was still immersed in his beautiful fantasies about the future.
I thought I was doomed on this mission, but I survived. Maybe I'll even get some rewards...
But at this moment, the dream bubble burst.
He suddenly woke up with a start.
"Uncle Peng, you..."
He hadn't finished speaking.
Ding Jian collapsed to the ground.
Peng Bing slapped him on the forehead, a fatal blow.
“You’re right, Zhang Lin is using someone else to do his dirty work. I didn’t want to kill you and let Zhang Lin succeed, but…”
You shouldn't have lied to me!
Outside the house, someone heard the commotion and came to check what was happening.
"Get the body out of here."
Peng Bing waved.
"yes."
Several men carried Ding Jian's body out, but one person remained inside the house.
"Little Niu, have Xiao Yong's men all returned?"
Peng Bing looked at the young man who had stayed behind. His face was expressionless, and his tone was icy. "I want to know the real story."
Ushikawa.
Peng Bing's son-in-law.
Niu Chuan wasn't particularly talented or strong in combat, but he was quite intelligent, so he always followed Peng Bing, serving as a strategist and military advisor.
"Dad hasn't come back!"
When Ding Jian entered the territory with the urn containing his ashes, Niu Chuan went to inquire about the situation. By now, he had learned some things. He turned his head and glanced at Ding Jian's body, which had just been carried out of the house, and sighed slightly, "With Ding Jian dead, it's even less likely that they will come back!"
According to ancient military law, if the commander-in-chief died, his personal guards and bodyguards would all be executed.
This military law was abolished in modern times.
However, after the apocalypse, order collapsed. Although military law was not formally established, these rules were still being used covertly by various powerful factions.
Severe measures are necessary in times of chaos.
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