His subordinate thought to himself, "They can kill people without them even realizing it, so what's so strange about them blowing up a plane?"
But he dared not speak out. The boss was blazing with anger, and he was afraid that if he spoke out, he would lose his life.
Ning Qiang closed his eyes, trying to calm himself down.
The subordinate timidly replied, "A pilot parachuted to safety and may still be alive."
Ning Qiang suddenly opened his eyes, startling his subordinates who took two steps back.
"Prepare the car, let's go to the Scorpion's camp."
He wanted to find out exactly how the plane was destroyed.
After speeding along, we had to pass two checkpoints to reach the Scorpion's stronghold.
His men went to negotiate with the checkpoint guards, while Ning Qiang sat quietly in the car waiting, with the roar of engines overhead.
Looking up, a fighter jet approached from afar, its beautiful national insignia clearly and prominently displayed.
Staring at the plane, Ning Qiang's heart skipped a beat, his face changed drastically, and he roared:
"Reverse, reverse quickly, quick, quick..."
Boom... Boom... Boom... Boom... The missiles fell like they were free.
The driver reacted quickly, reversing the car the moment Ning Qiang gave the instruction.
The blast kicked up sand and gravel that filled the roof of the car, and the gravel hit the windows, creating cracks.
The spot where he had just parked was now blasted into a deep crater, sending a chill down Ning Qiang's spine.
The men who went to negotiate with the guards, the checkpoint, and the guards at the checkpoint were all blown up.
"Retreat, retreat again."
Ning Qiang's heart pounded; his intuition told him that the people on the plane were Pei Nansheng and his sister.
His first thought was, where did they get their plane? Did they borrow it from the Americans? When did they start getting involved with the Americans?
Leo was taking a hot bath when he heard the first explosion. He grabbed a towel and rushed outside.
The camp was engulfed in flames, and the ground looked as if it had been dug up several times by a giant tree-shaping machine.
The oil depot was on fire, more than a dozen cars were blown to pieces, most of the houses collapsed, and the warehouse that could have brought them huge wealth was gone.
Leo, clutching a towel in one hand and a gun in the other, stared in horror at his familiar outpost, which had transformed into a ravine-lined, ravaged hell on earth.
The missile came hurtling in. Leo closed his eyes. Everything was gone. There was no point in hiding anymore; he couldn't escape it anyway.
Bang... A once-powerful underground pharmaceutical tycoon vanished into thin air.
In the last second before he died, Leo thought, "The revenge from Chinatown came too fast!"
Zuo Ling dropped a total of 14 missiles at the Scorpion's base, which was the maximum payload of the aircraft they were flying.
The scorpion's territory was small and a waste, but Zuo Ling didn't care; after all, she was rich.
If I don't blow you to smithereens, you won't know I have a temper.
You dare to blow me up? I'll show you what's what. If you can't kill me, you're the ones who'll be in trouble.
That's all done, call it a day!
Zuo Ling deliberately had Pei Nansheng circle the Scorpion's camp twice, just to show off his power.
After leaving the danger zone, Ning Qiang didn't go far, but he fully experienced the destructive power of the 14 missiles.
Gritting my teeth, I thought, "Damn it, where did they get so many missiles?"
The Ning family has no shortage of weapons and ammunition, and they are unwilling to waste them like this.
Zuo Ling's wealth and power not only stunned Ning Qiang, but also intimidated many others.
The bigwigs at Scorpion headquarters held a special meeting to discuss how to respond.
Such arrogance from this tiny Chinatown! We have to teach them a lesson.
If Scorpion gets his hands on by a tiny Chinatown, how can he survive in the underworld?
The opinion of the majority is to exterminate them all, leaving no one alive.
There are people with supernatural abilities in Tangren Village. A few people suggested that, unless they were absolutely certain of a kill, they should temporarily cease hostilities and wait for an opportunity.
Another group pointed out that the fighter jets that bombed the Scorpion branch's base were marked with American symbols, while there were no fighter jets in Chinatown. They wondered if this was related to a third party, or perhaps they had fallen into someone's trap.
Even if this matter is related to Chinatown, the power behind casually destroying a small outpost with 14 missiles cannot be ignored.
The three parties held their own opinions and argued endlessly, slamming their fists on the table and occasionally spewing classic phrases like "You brainless idiot" and "You stupid pig who only knows how to eat."
Neither could convince the other, and when things got heated, they rolled up their sleeves and started fighting.
Water glasses flew everywhere, faces were bruised and swollen, blood splattered everywhere. They were too exhausted to fight anymore, so they sat on the ground glaring at each other. As they glared, an idea came to them.
A week later, the major factions received an invitation bearing the distinctive mark of a scorpion.
With his legs crossed, Ning Qiang nestled on the sofa, flipping through the invitations.
Dear Mr. Ning Qiang:
We cordially invite you to participate in a peace gathering at a certain mountain resort, initiated by us.
You can not only enjoy delicious wines and food, but also make friends from all over the world.
That will be a wonderful journey, well worth the trip, that's the only description of this gathering.
We look forward to your arrival.
On a certain day of a certain month at a certain time.
Ha, he used the invitation to fan himself up, Ning Qiang sneered.
The scorpion's actions were not what they seemed.
"Second Young Master, are you going?"
The Chinese have a low status in the Western world, and his subordinates are worried that the Scorpion is holding a trap.
"Go, why not go? It would be good to go and see what's going on."
Ning Qiang has his own pride; a small gathering won't scare him.
Besides, this event isn't targeting him, so why wouldn't he dare to go?
...
While Zuo Ling and Pei Nansheng were swaggering around at the Scorpion Division's headquarters, Guo Qi called a small meeting and spoke very concisely.
"The scorpion's arrival is ill-intentioned, and the future may be even worse. If you want to leave, pack your bags and go now."
Everyone stared at him without moving.
Guo Qi appeared calm, but his heart was in turmoil.
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