Ning Qiang laughed, "Your friend has misunderstood. I have no grudge against them. It's just a small misunderstanding, nothing to warrant a fight."
What are you thinking? Using me as a pawn so you can reap the benefits? Hmph, you wish!
Are you... sure?
Thomas was not happy that he had failed to fulfill his request, but he did not show it.
“Very…certain,” Ning Qiang said, emphasizing each word.
Wiping his mouth, Thomas didn't want to waste any more time on Ning Qiang: "Then I won't say any more. Please enjoy your meal. I have other things to do."
"You're busy."
Watching Thomas's departing figure, Ning Qiang gave a mocking smile.
A dozen minutes later, a waiter approached Ning Qiang and said respectfully, "Mr. Ning, my master invites you. Please come with me."
Ha, the main character has finally arrived.
"lead the way."
Follow the waiter up to the third floor, walk through the long corridor, and the waiter will push open the door facing the corridor.
"Mr. Ning, please come in."
The people inside the door looked over.
The people inside were sizing up Ning Qiang, and Ning Qiang was sizing up the people inside.
The large oval table was filled with twenty or thirty people, while the seat at the very end was empty.
Clearly, that was for himself.
Unlike the others who sat in high-backed chairs, he was left with a low-backed chair, as if a chair had been hastily put together from somewhere.
A show of force, huh!
A shadow crossed his eyes, and Ning Qiang sat calmly at the end of the table, neither introducing himself nor exchanging pleasantries with the others.
He just sat there, looking at each person one by one, his eyes neither blinking nor avoiding their gaze.
The atmosphere inside the room was tense. Ning Qiang didn't know if others felt awkward, but he certainly didn't.
He impatiently crossed his legs, pulled out his own cigar, clicked, and a delicate lighter produced a blue flame an inch high. He lit the cigar, took a deep drag, and exhaled a smoke ring with a sense of satisfaction.
He tilted his head, took another drag, his eyes sweeping across the room with a half-smile, and leisurely exhaled another smoke ring...
If you don't say anything, I'll keep blowing smoke rings and see who loses their temper first.
"Cough, cough."
Two coughs drew everyone's attention to the main seat, where an elderly man with a full head of silver hair, a straight back, and an elegant demeanor sat wearing glasses.
Ning Qiang raised an eyebrow; the old man must be the head of the Poison Scorpion headquarters.
Without being told, who would know that this elderly man, who looks like a university professor, leads a huge criminal organization?
“Mr. Ning, I am Abu Nasiber, people call me Old Abu. You can call me Abu or Old Abu, it’s fine.”
"Hello, Mr. Abu."
They are being polite, so we must not be rude. When we are out and about, we must not bring shame to our ancestors.
Ning Qiang straightened up, sat forward, nodded politely, and turned the hand holding the cigar to one side.
Abu's smile was gentle, and his eyes were sincere.
"The reason I invited Mr. Ning here today is to discuss how to deal with our common enemy, the Pei Nansheng siblings who have caused you trouble."
Abu emphasized the last few words.
Ning Qiang chuckled twice:
“Mr. Abu, thank you for inviting me to the gathering at the mountain resort. But you have misunderstood. Pei Nansheng and I only had a small misunderstanding. It was by no means a fight to the death. I'm sorry to disappoint you.”
He muttered to himself, "Sure enough, devils all have kind and friendly faces. I must not be fooled by appearances."
Abu's eyes were deep; Tobas had already told him the result of the test.
People often say that Chinese people are like a plate of loose sand, and they love to fight among themselves.
Why doesn't this law apply to the young people in front of us?
Not enough bait?
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