Probably because of his height and strength, this strong man was really resistant to beating. His body shook a bit, but he didn't even faint. Ling Cang didn't waste any time, and then gave him another blow. The strong man rolled his eyes and fell to the ground. .
"Don't say it, Ding Shijia, you really brought two capable fighters this time," Ling Cang clapped his hands and walked towards Ding Shijia: "But it's of no use."
Ding Shijia knew that Ling Cang was very good at martial arts, so he never came to trouble him. This time he was really angry, and with all his old and new grudges added together, he used his best men to repair Ling Cang.
Seeing the miserable condition of his men, Ding Shijia's face turned pale, and he stuttered and ordered the others: "Come on, come on, why the hell are you just standing there?"
The two most adept at fighting had been knocked down, so what could the others do, but Ding Shijia gave the order, and these people had no choice but to rush forward, but in less than five minutes, they all lay on the ground and groaned. .
"You... don't come here," Ding Shijia was really scared and couldn't help but retreat. His face became paler and paler, and he looked like a pretty boy no matter how he looked. "I tell you, I, Ding Shijia, am not someone to be trifled with. If you dare to touch me, Hair, I..." After muttering for a long time, Ding Shijia couldn't tell what he would do to Ling Cang. No matter how much energy he had to exert, it was a matter for later. After all, he was in Ling Cang's hand. Whether we can be safe now is a question.
"Ding Shijia...is the school grass, right?" Ling Cang's expression was very calm, without any murderous aura around him, and he walked slowly towards Ding Shijia: "Today I will pull out your school grass,"
Although Ling Cang still looks like the sharp guy on campus who can be ignored, but now in Ding Shijia's eyes, he has become a deadly evil god. Ding Shijia kept backing up and accidentally tripped over a stone, " With a pop, he sat down on the ground.
For a long time, Ding Shijia has been proud of his demeanor, confident that he can conquer any woman. But since meeting Ling Cang, this demeanor has disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye, just like Sinopec's Moutai.
Ding Shijia couldn't care less about maintaining his grace. He sat on the ground and crawled back on his hands and feet, almost crying: "Don't come over, don't come over..."
"Look at your posture, you look like I want to blow your ass off. Don't worry, I won't do that." Ling Cang was thinking about whether to just pinch off the leaves of the school grass or simply cut off the roots. Suddenly, a dozen cars drove over from a distance.
With a sudden brake, these cars formed a semicircle, surrounding Ling Cang and Ding Shijia. The car doors opened, and more than twenty men in black got off and stood in front of Ding Shijia.
Immediately afterwards, two people walked in front of the leading Bentley, opened the door, and one of them put his arm on the car frame, while the other helped a middle-aged man get out.
This man is nearly 1.8 meters tall, of medium build, and carries a very strong aura. As soon as you see him, you can't help but want to get out of the way. His face is very handsome, and his facial features are as sharp as a knife. It was obvious that he was a handsome man when he was young. Ling Cang discovered that he looked very similar to Ding Shijia.
"Dad..." As soon as Ding Shijia saw this man, it was as if the working people were looking forward to a savior. He rolled over and ran over, hugged his thigh and cried: "Thankfully you are here..."
"Stand up," Ding's father looked at his son's embarrassment and frowned: "Look at what you are like. How can the Ding family be so worthless?"
"Oh..." Ding Shijia wiped his tears and asked with sobs: "Dad, why are you here?"
"As a man, if you have to swallow blood after losing your teeth, how can you cry until you have snot and tears?" Father Ding's health is actually very good. At least he can take care of himself and does not need help from others at all. , letting others support him was just for show. He waved his hand and signaled his two men to leave, and then continued: "I heard that you came out with a few of your men. I guessed that you might be in trouble, so I came over to take a look."
"Dad, I was bullied," Ding Shijia looked back at Ling Cang, almost grinding his teeth in his mouth with hatred: "Help me teach him a lesson,"
Ding's father didn't understand what happened. He just asked: "He is your classmate."
"Well," Ding Shijia smiled coldly: "A poor boy from the mountains."
"You two, father and son, just chat..." Ling Cang looked as if nothing had happened, as if it had nothing to do with him: "If there's nothing else, I'll leave first."
Without any instructions from the Ding family and his son, the two men walked over quickly, clamped Ling Cang on the left and right, and at the same time took out guns from behind their waists. Their guns were covered with clothes, and nothing strange could be seen from a distance.
"What's going on these days? Every cat and dog has a gun," Ling Cang said on the surface, not caring, but felt a little nervous in his heart.
It can be seen that Ding's father is a well-established figure, which is why Ding Shijia is usually so domineering in school.
During the time he came to No. 1 Middle School, Ling Cang had some knowledge of the backgrounds of most of his classmates, especially those with deep family backgrounds. Ling Cang knew it very well. What was strange was that Ling Cang had never heard anyone mention Ding Shijia. It’s not because people don’t want to talk about my background, but it’s more like because few people understand it.
"Take them away," Father Ding said calmly, and turned around to go back to the car. Ding Shijia followed him like a slave, not like a son, but more like a slave.
No matter how fast Ling Cang was, he couldn't be faster than a bullet, so he had no choice but to be held hostage by the other party. At this moment, a sports car drove over like lightning, and when it came close, a beautiful drift appeared across the Ding family. Between father and son and Ling Cang.
The car door opened and Jiang Wenxuan got out: "Ling Cang, what happened?"
"Hey, who are you?" Before Ling Cang could answer, Ding Shijia shouted in a mighty voice, "Stop meddling in your own business."
Jiang Wenxuan looked at Ding Shijia and said contemptuously: "Looking at your young age, why do you have such a bad mouth?"
"Who the hell are you?" Ding Shijia smiled coldly: "You deserve to be spoken to politely by me."
"Shijia, don't be rude," Ding's father looked at Jiang Wenxuan and smiled slightly: "It turns out she is a young lady from the Jiang family."
Jiang Wenxuan looked at Father Ding and asked doubtfully: "Are you..."
"I, Ding Maozhong, have met Miss Jiang once."
"Oh," Jiang Wenxuan nodded, not knowing whether she recognized it or not: "Uncle Ding, what is going on here that makes you go to war like this?"
"This... kid had a conflict with Quanzi. I want to take him back to find out what happened."
"Is it just understanding? This battle is a bit too big," Jiang Wenxuan pointed to Father Ding's gun, without any fear on her face: "Ling Cang is my friend. Uncle Ding is giving me face, so let's forget it. Bar,"
"He beat the dog very badly. Miss Jiang can't just say nothing and just pretend that nothing happened."
"Jiang Wenxuan is not talented, but she is a member of the Jiang family after all. It seems that Uncle Ding doesn't want to give me, Jiang Wenxuan's face," Jiang Wenxuan smiled coldly, with a look of displeasure on her face: "It's just a group of children beating each other up. No matter how hard you hit, there will be no damage. There is no need for you, Uncle Ding, to go to war like this. Besides, a slap can't make a difference. I believe Mr. Ling is also responsible for this matter."
This sentence implies sarcasm and some warning, but Ding Maozhong's expression is very calm, and it is hard to tell how he feels about this sentence: "Even if a dog's life is cheap, it's not someone who can beat it just because it says it. Jiang Even if your family is rich and powerful, you can't bully others casually,"
These days, it is fashionable to pretend to be vulnerable groups. From the policeman who beat someone to death in a certain place in the Northeast to Yao Jiaxin who stabbed someone eight times, after something happened, they all showed how innocent and helpless they were with snot and tears. Ding Maozhong, this In a word, his own son has become a vulnerable group. Ding Shijia is no longer the arrogant killer of the school belle, but a good student who is persecuted by the school bully.
"I believe Ling Cang will not take action for no reason. If he really pursues it, I don't know who has the greater responsibility." Jiang Wenxuan is a person who has seen the world and will not accept Ding Maozhong's tricks at all: "But no matter what, Such a little thing is not a big deal. I am very pressed for time and have some work to do. I am not interested in getting to the bottom of it. Uncle Ding might as well just tell him how to be satisfied and I will just do it."
"Miss Jiang is indeed a cheerful person," Ding Maozhong laughed a few times, then waved his hand: "It seems that it is impossible not to give me this face today. In this case, let's forget it."
As soon as he finished speaking, the two men retracted their guns and walked quickly back to Ding Maozhong.
"Thank you Uncle Ding," Jiang Wenxuan said, but there was no hint of gratitude in her expression: "I believe that Uncle Ding is a man of his word. Since he has said it here, he will not cause trouble to Ling Cang afterwards. ,"
Although Jiang Wenxuan was unruly and willful, she was also very smart. This sentence put an end to any other thoughts of the Ding family and his son.
Ding Shijia had already made a plan to let Ling Cang go now and find a chance to settle the scores later, so when he heard this sentence, he was a little anxious and opened his mouth to say something, but he didn't know how to say it.
"I, Ding, am not a villain. If I say let it go, I will naturally not cause trouble again." Ding Maozhong's expression was still very calm, and he did not show any emotion towards Jiang Wenxuan's words: "Besides, after all, they are just children playing around. As Ms. Jiang said, both parties must be responsible. There is no need to tell who is right and who is wrong, let alone endlessly."
Ding Shijia muttered: "But he hit me..." He had heard of the Jiang family but did not dare to say it out loud.
Ding Maozhong didn't seem to hear his son's words, and just told Jiang Wenxuan: "Ding still has something to do, so let's just say goodbye."
"Goodbye," Jiang Wenxuan nodded, took Ling Cang's hand and got into the car.