"Fastidious?" Wang Dequan looked at Du Qing and laughed. When Du Qing was punished, there was a sense of pleasure in his heart. When he was still a small policeman, Du Qing was high up and didn't put them in his eyes at all. He went to his place to collect some protection fee — oh, no, management fee. Du Qing actually dared to order his underlings to carry him out and throw him on the street.
As time went by and his position rose, it was harder for him to let go of that incident. That incident was like a fishbone, deeply stuck in his throat, unable to get out or go down.
Du Qing, he was just a gangster leader, how dare he treat him like this?
He had held grudges for many years and waited for many years.
If Du Qing hadn't voluntarily surrendered himself, if someone hadn't wanted to trample him to death, he would never have exposed his dissatisfaction with Du Qing — after all, he was now a famous business tycoon.
However, he had offended someone he couldn't afford to offend, he had to surrender himself to the police station, and someone sent him to him — with so many coincidences added up, if he didn't know how to grasp it, he would have been wronged for so many years in vain.
Now, Du Qing's life and death were in his hands. Even if he asked someone to beat him to death — it could also be said that he had a heart attack. Anyway, he had checked Du Qing's information, and Du Qing had a lot of small problems.
Wang Dequan seemed to have heard the best joke in the world. He held his stomach and laughed until he couldn't breathe, saying, "Fastidious? Did I hear it wrong? A gangster leader told me that I'm not fastidious? What is this? It's like a murderer telling us — you don't respect the law. Hahaha, Du Qing, are you confused? Such words — how can you have the nerve to say it? "
"You're not fastidious." Du Qing didn't laugh. His forehead was dripping with blood, and the blood slid down his cheeks, giving him a kind of mournful and sinister temperament. "You weren't fastidious back then, and you're still not fastidious now."
Du Qing looked at Wang Dequan and said, "Do you know why I asked someone to throw you out? When others came over, I would give them good cigarettes and wine, and I would not miss a cent. But you're different from them. You're not fastidious, and you directly doubled the money we should pay. You broke the rules. If I had promised you that time, you would soon have quadrupled it, eightfold, sixteenfold -- until we could not afford it. Gangsters are people too. They need to look after the place, wash the dishes, and serve the customers to earn money. If you take away so much, how are they supposed to live? "
"What happened back then is already in the past. I'm talking about the present —"
"As the saying goes, you can see the old from three years old. You haven't changed much from how you were back then." Du Qing's lips curled into a smile as if he was mocking Wang Dequan for not growing up. "You're not at all particular now. You should know that when everyone's status reaches a certain level, everyone will part on good terms. Harmony breeds wealth, right? I know you have a heavy responsibility on your shoulders, so I won't make things difficult for you. I've told you everything that I should. My explanation is equivalent to giving an explanation to the higher-ups for you … "
Du Qing gently shook his head and said, "I'm thinking for you, but you're not thinking for me at all."
He looked back at the two men in black who were responsible for the torture and said, "What is this? Playing with torture? "
"You're not smart, so I can only think of a way to make you smarter," Wang Dequan said coldly. He didn't like Du Qing's gaze. He didn't like Du Qing's smile. He didn't like how Du Qing still dared to look at him like that even though he was already a prisoner. "Du Qing, if you've come to your senses, then hurry up and tell us the truth. Tell us the truth. Did someone instigate you to do those things? Is there something else you're hiding from us? "
"Wang Dequan, I can tell you honestly that Fang Yan is a good person. He's a good person who can go to heaven even if he dies. He wouldn't instigate me to do those things. If he knew that I did those things that you think I did, he would immediately cut off all ties with me. In this world, not all successful people are as dirty as you think, and not all people are as unscrupulous as you think. I've said it before, I've said what I should say. I won't tell you a single word of what you want to hear. "
"There's a path to heaven that you don't want to take —"
"Alright, alright —" Du Qing waved his hand. When he waved his arm, the shackles on his hands clanked. "I'm more familiar with these lines than you, and I can say them with more vigor than you. What are you going to do? Hurry up and start. "
"You've got guts and loyalty," Wang Dequan clapped his hands and laughed. Soon, his expression became as gloomy as iron. He shouted: "Loosen his bones, let him sober up."
Bang —
Another iron rod hit Du Qing's back. No, it was the discarded newspapers that were padded on his back.
Bang —
Bang —
Bang —
The rod hit him again and again. With each hit, Du Qing's body staggered and fell forward. The rib cage in his chest hit the metal table and made a "Pa" sound. Soon, he straightened his back and sat up.
After dozens of strikes, Du Qing's reaction speed became slower and slower, and it took him longer and longer to get up.
However, every time the iron rod hit him down, he would sit up straight again with his head held high and chest puffed out.
Previously, he only vomited blood from his mouth, but now his nose and eyes were bleeding.
His internal organs were severely injured, and the bones in the back of his body were about to break.
This was a special torture method that would break the bones and internal organs inside but leave no visible external wounds. Du Qing knew that he could really be beaten to death by them.
Bang —
Another rod hit him from behind.
Du Qing's head laid on the table in front of him, not moving for a long time.
Wang Dequan walked to the front of Du Qing and grabbed his hair to pull his head up. Looking at his bloody and wretched appearance, Wang Dequan coldly said, "Du Qing, you should already know the current situation, right? Someone wants you dead, and I don't want you to live — — say it, say it, and I'll give you relief. Tsk tsk tsk, the dignified boss of Qing Hong has to bear such humiliation, even I can't bear it — — Du Qing, say it, say it, and I'll give you dignity. Live or die — — I'll give you dignity. "
"Wang Dequan — —" Du Qing opened his heavy eyelids, looked at the fierce man in front of him, and said: "You're not particular."
"Yes, I'm not particular" Wang Dequan didn't deny it.
"If you're not particular, then I'm also not particular — —" Du Qing said. "Do you know who I am?"
"You're Du Qing, the famous leader of hoodlums in Huacheng — —"
"Yes, I'm Du Qing, the famous leader of hoodlums in Huacheng — — Tell me, if I die, die in your hands, what will you do?"
Wang Dequan smirked coldly and said: "Du Qing, what? Are you revealing your true intentions? Are you threatening me? Why don't you think, you're a dying man, what right do you have to threaten me? "
"Wang Dequan, do you know? Although I, Du Qing, have countless women, I've never been single — — "
"I know, you're a playboy. Men like you who have done too many bad things are afraid that your son won't have an asshole — — "
"I don't have a wife or son, so I don't have any scruples — — Wang Dequan, you do. You're different from me. "
"What do you mean?" Wang Dequan's expression froze and asked in a low voice.
"You're not particular, so I can also be very particular with people who are not particular — — Wang Dequan, I believe you, I might die here. But have you ever thought, I, Du Qing, have tens of thousands of disciples — — can you capture them one by one? Kill them one by one? If you can't capture them all, you can't clean them up. As long as one escapes the net, they'll find your family, your wife and children — — "
"Wang Dequan, no one has ever said this to you before, right? To be honest, although I'm a leader of hoodlums, I believe that one should be particular when doing things. I believe that everyone should take responsibility for their own mistakes, not their wives and children — — that's why I've never said this to anyone else. I think it's unstylish and embarrassing. "
"But, today — —" Du Qing coughed violently. He covered his mouth with his hand, and his palm was filled with fresh blood. He used his elbow to support himself on the table, and slowly pushed his body up.
He ran a hand through his hair to make it look less messy. He forced himself to stay alert, and once again straightened his back.
His checkered waistcoat was clean and neat, giving off a sense of elegance. His black suit and black trench coat were stained with blood, but he still gave off a gentlemanly feeling.
He looked at Wang Dequan, his voice hoarse but unyielding: "Today, I'll make an exception — — Wang Dequan, I, Du Qing, reserve your wife and children."
"You — — you're threatening me — — you — —"
Du Qing no longer looked at Wang Dequan, but turned to look at the two tall men, saying: "You've worked hard, I don't dare to trouble the two of you — — take a break, I'll do it myself."
The two tall men looked at Du Qing's calm and cold expression, and couldn't help but take a step back.
At this time, Du Qing had an intimidating aura.
Like a vicious tiger, even if it was heavily injured, it wouldn't allow those chickens and dogs to invade it.
"Thank you." Seeing the two tall men step back, Du Qing grinned at them.
Then, he slammed his head on the iron table in front of him.
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