Reborn in the underworld, attacked and raped

At nine o'clock in the morning, the airport.A group of burly men in suits and leather shoes surrounded the information desk.

"Miss, when will AA6073 arrive?"

"Miss, how many flights are there from New York today?"

"Miss, check for me if a person named Ding Ran is on the passenger list."

The staff answered the questions politely and thoughtfully, but they were a little nervous.All of these people had fierce looks on their faces. Although they were dressed decently and spoke politely, they couldn't conceal their bloody murderous aura.

Because of the sudden appearance of this group of people, the airport specially sent twice as many security personnel as usual, lest someone would commit murder and make trouble.As time went by, all these people showed anxiety on their faces, they asked more and more frequently, and their tone became stiffer, but they didn't do anything out of the ordinary.Until a certain flight arrived, these vicious faces suddenly disappeared in an instant.

Ding Ran came out with the crowd. He was wearing a black cotton sportswear, black canvas shoes on his feet, the laces were tied meticulously, and the hood of his hoodie was turned up, covering most of his face. He lowered his head, Only a slightly pale chin was exposed.

Unlike the surrounding passengers, Ding Ran has no luggage or backpack, and his whole body is light as if he is about to go for a morning run.After more than ten hours of long flight, he still moves nimbly and walks briskly, freely passing through the gaps in the crowded body.

Walking near the exit, he slowed down his pace, quickly observed the stalkers from all angles behind him through the reflection of metal pillars, bulletin boards and glass doors, confirmed their approximate number and identities, and then poked out his face expressionlessly. He took out the earphones and stuffed them into his ears, put his hands in his pockets, and disappeared into the crowd in a flash.

In the East District, Dingtian is a high-end club that is quiet amidst the hustle and bustle.

In the private box on the third floor, the light was dim and the smoke was burning.The spirit mixed with ice cubes shone with a strange amber color in the crystal glass.Lei Ting leaned back on the sofa with an unpredictable expression, smoking a cigarette, tapping the wine glass rhythmically with two fingers.

Sitting around him were the big and small leaders of the Students' Association.These people's faces may be vicious or gloomy or cunning, and it is clear at a glance that they are definitely not kind.But at this moment, their limbs were all stiff and fidgeting, carefully trying to figure out Lei Ting's expression.

For a long time, Lei Ting yawned lazily, and asked slowly: "Master Ding left without leaving anything. What's your opinion on what happened to the old man?" Scan over.

All the people around hurriedly lowered their heads, avoiding his eyes with their own ghosts.Finally, You Lengtouqing couldn't help but stand up and speak: "Miss Ding and Mr. Luo went to Thailand to discuss business, do you want to... wait for their couple to come back..." The more you speak, the less confidence you have, and your voice gradually fades away .

The room was surprisingly quiet, Lei Ting took a long puff of his cigarette, and the "hissing" sound of burning cigarette butts could be clearly heard.Sweat dripped from someone's head, but they didn't dare to wipe it off.

"Ha, that's right." Lei Ting grinned ferociously, "The association also advocates democracy, and I'm not the kind of domineering person who doesn't allow others to speak."

Lengtouqing was about to say something more, but a mustache who was close to him quickly gave him a hand, then got up and said with a smile: "Mr. Lei is someone who was cultivated by Mr. Ding. Naturally, everything is done by Mr. Lei." It's up to you, whatever you say, we will..."

Before he finished speaking, Lei Ting had already come up to him and kicked him over: "Damn it, I just said that I want to talk about democracy, and you said that everything is up to me. Is it farting when I talk?"

Mustache immediately got up and kowtowed: "We respect you, Mr. Lei, and think you are capable and prestigious!"

Lei Ting ignored him, and turned his head to look at the one who didn't say anything. That guy knew he was reckless, and his face was already livid.Lei Ting's face leaned closer, almost touching the man's face, his left eye was frighteningly bright white.That eye was blinded in an explosion and is now a prosthetic eye in its socket.Normally, nothing abnormal could be seen, but under the light at this moment, it was creepy.

Lengtouqing couldn't stop shaking, and Lei Ting kindly reached out and patted his face: "Are you afraid? Are you afraid? Don't be afraid! Come on, tell me, who else do you think needs to be recruited to discuss with him?" ?”

The other party was like sifting chaff: "Nothing, nothing, just... everything depends on Mr. Lei..."

Lei Ting pushed him down and flattened his face on the coffee table. Without waiting for everyone to react, he took the iron candlestick and smashed it down hard on that face, one hit, one hit, until the face was deformed and bloody.

The bodyguard outside heard the sound and broke in. Lei Ting turned around and shouted: "Get out!" The bodyguard immediately bowed his head and retreated.Lei Ting took out a handkerchief to wipe off the blood on his hands, and resumed the casual tone he had just said: "I said I wanted democracy, but I said it again and again, but I always refused to listen and insisted on me being violent. Sigh... everyone is tired, and we will be here today." This is it. The funeral of Lord Ding will be two days away. I hope you all take care of your mouth and your legs, don't get dizzy, say the wrong thing, and stand in the wrong team. Only when the gang is harmonious can they make a lot of money. For big things, if they intrigue each other and engage in small tricks, which hurts face, it will be bad for everyone."

The pedestrian tremblingly listened to the teaching, as if he had received an amnesty, he scrambled to leave the door first.Lei Ting sat on the sofa, lit a cigarette again, and watched the bodyguard drag the body away.Master Dao Shaoqian and his assistant Ah Jian walked in. Master Dao glanced at the corpse, and asked Ah Jian in a low voice: "Who is this kid? The disfigurement is really complete."

A Jian had no contempt on his face: "Luo Xiaosheng's person. He was the one who secretly passed the news to Luo Xiaosheng as soon as Master Ding died."

Seeing the two of them, Lei Ting asked eagerly, "Where's Ding Ran? Has he come back?"

A Jian nodded: "He was the only one who got off the plane at noon. But he lost it as soon as he got out of the airport."

Lei Ting scolded angrily: "I lost my follower? What are they all eating! Did the head grow on the buttocks? Did shit pull out the brain too?"

A Jian argued neither humble nor overbearing: "There are many people at the airport and the environment is complicated. It is difficult to follow secretly, not to mention that the person to follow is Ding Ran."

Lei Ting bared his fangs and pointed at the tip of A Jian's nose: "Don't fucking tell me it's difficult! If you say it, just say you're stupid!" It was obvious that he was very angry, but this kind of anger was completely different from the anger when he dealt with people just now.If the mad dog was eating people just now, then now, he just wants to bite people.

At this time, Dao Shaoqian came over and handed the phone to Lei Ting: "Boss, I'm looking for you."

"Who?" Lei Ting yelled at the phone angrily, but soon, he gave a low-key smile, "Ran—where did you go? You are really bad. I am teaching Ah Jian, knowing that we Ran hates having a tail behind him the most, it’s all his fault for sending someone to follow you on his own initiative.”

Ah Jian stood straight to one side, his serious face couldn't help twisting a bit.

The other end of the phone said without hesitation, "I'm on Sifangdao, your house, and I'll be back in half an hour." Then hung up.