"I'm Song Yufeng, the deputy chief guard of the Yulin Guard. You dare to beat a superior officer. You're dead this time."
Chief Guard Song was so angry at his rascal appearance that he roared at the top of his voice. "Noisy.
I don't care who you are. It's not your Yulin Guard's turn to tell me what to do in my seventeen rounds. Remember, this is the Jiangnan Martial Artists Competition, not a place where your Yulin Guard can act like a tyrant. Martial artists only recognize one thing, and that is their fists. Whoever has the harder fists is the boss. If you have the ability to knock me down, I'll turn around and leave immediately. If you don't have the ability, get the hell out of here. Don't make a fool of yourself here. "
Ding Ning's mouth curved into a disdainful arc, and he shouted mercilessly.
"Well said. Whoever has the bigger fists is the boss. If you're not convinced, send someone to challenge Chief Ding. What's the use of just talking?"
"That's right. This is the Martial Artists Competition, not a place where some people can act like tyrants."
"I hate this kind of guy who uses his status to act like a tyrant the most. Chief Ding did a good job, but he didn't hit him very hard. He still has the strength to shout here."
"What a coward. He only knows how to shout after being thrown out. If he has the ability, he should get back at him."
"We martial artists admire heroes who are not afraid of power. It's disgusting to bully others with power."
"Alas! I wanted to join the Yulin Guard, but I didn't expect the Yulin Guard to be such trash. I'm so disappointed. "
"What bullshit Yulin Guard? I only recognize the National Warrior's Mansion in the Jianghu."
"That's right. Compared with the National Warrior's Mansion, the Yulin Guard is a f * cking pile of dog shit."
…
Martial artists were originally an unruly group. Seeing Ding Ning's great power, which was very much to their liking, they shouted loudly to express their support.
Chief Guard Song was so angry that his entire body was trembling. He looked around with a fierce gaze and said, "You bunch of scum of society who only know how to play with sticks. All of you, shut up. Otherwise, I'll make you suffer the consequences."
As soon as he said that, all the martial artists suddenly became angry but dared not speak. They stared at Chief Guard Song fiercely, but they were worried that he would really retaliate, so they could only shut their mouths.
"Scum of society? "Hehe, Head Guard Song, you have to be responsible for your words and deeds. You're really the first one to treat martial artists as unruly people. Don't forget, whether it's the National Warrior's Mansion, the Bureau of Religions, or our Seventeenth Department, or even the Yulin Guard, which member of the National Warrior's Mansion isn't from the so-called social scum in your mouth? Even the leaders of the Central Agency recognized their identity as martial artists and held this Martial Artist Assembly. What qualifications do you, a small deputy chief guard, have to look down on them? What right did they have to call them the scum of society? Don't worry, I will report your words to the higher-ups and let them judge who is the scum of society. "
The scene was completely silent, and only Ding Ning's impassioned voice resounded.
Head Guard Song's face changed dramatically. Although he knew that Ding Ning was blaming him for his indiscreet words, he could do nothing about it. After all, he said it himself, and so many people on the scene could testify.
If things went wrong and he really got into trouble with the higher-ups, his position as the Deputy Chief Guard, which he had fought so hard for, would come to an end. Even his career would be ruined.
Song Yufeng was not a soldier, nor was he a martial artist. He was just an old bureaucrat who was good at figuring out the intentions of the higher-ups. He relied on flattery and flattery to get to where he was today.
It had to be said that this old guy had good luck. He found a wife with a good background and relied on the huge power of his wife's family in Yan Jing to get the position of the deputy chief guard of the Yulin Guard.
Of course, from his position, he couldn't see that this was actually a move by someone with ulterior motives to insert people into the Yulin Guard. But he, who had always been good at figuring out the intentions of the leaders, could easily understand that the higher-ups wanted to rely on the Yulin Guard to suppress the National Warrior's Mansion.
It just so happened that it was the Martial Artist Assembly's turn. The Yulin Guard also wanted the Second Battalion to participate in the Martial Artist Assembly to sharpen their combat skills, so he volunteered to lead the Second Battalion to participate in the Martial Artist Assembly.
Originally, he brought people to participate in the Martial Artist Assembly according to the rules, and Ding Ning wouldn't let him make a fool of himself in public.
But he wanted to suppress the Seventeenth Department and gain the favor of his superiors. As soon as he came, he took advantage of his identity to steal the host's seat. He put on airs and sat on the main seat. He also let the Bureau of Religions occupy the seat of the Seventeenth Department and ordered the personnel of the Seventeenth Department around. His intention to target the Seventeenth Department was very obvious. That was why he provoked the anger of the people and was unpopular. It would be strange if Ding Ning gave him a good attitude.
Although his behavior was a bit excessive, Ding Ning directly threw him out in front of so many people. No matter what, he was offending his superiors. If he reported it to the higher-ups, Ding Ning wouldn't have a good ending.
But he was so excited that he didn't choose his words carefully. Ding Ning caught his weakness and used it against him, which made him angry and put him in a disadvantageous situation.
Admit defeat? He was not reconciled to that.
But he didn't have the capital and confidence to fight him head-on.
Therefore, the current Song Yufeng could be said to be the most embarrassing and embarrassing moment of his life.
The words "scum of society" exposed his nature of looking down on martial artists. Not only were the martial artists present angry, but even the members of the Second Camp who had just woken up felt extremely uncomfortable. The way they looked at him also became unfriendly.
The Feather Wood Guard had one chief and five deputies, a total of six chief guards. Song Yufeng was the only deputy chief guard who wasn't a soldier or a martial artist. He was also in charge of logistics and could be considered a civilian leader in the Feather Wood Guard.
But he held the position of Deputy Chief Guard in a department that completely revolved around serving martial artists, yet he looked down on martial artists from the bottom of his heart. It had to be said that this was a great irony. How could the soldiers of the Second Camp be happy about this?
"We are the scum of society. You don't have to come. No one is begging you to come."
"No one is fawning on you. Maybe some dog fawning on you wants you to come, but we don't welcome you."
Bajo's face was full of black lines. He expressed his innocence. This was a standard example of being shot while lying down.
"Get out. Looking down on us means looking down on the Feather Wood Guard. I really don't know how such a strange guy can exist."
"Get out. You're not welcome here."
"Get out, or we refuse to participate in the Warriors' Assembly."
"Get out, or we'll collectively go on strike."
"Get out …"
"Get out …"
The martial artists were fanned by Ding Ning. The anger in their chests erupted in an instant. Curses rang out incessantly, and eventually turned into a sea of anger.
Song Yufeng's face was deathly pale. His face alternated between green, red, and white. Finally, he looked at the soldiers of the Second Camp for help, but saw that they were looking straight ahead and pretending not to see him. He immediately knew that he was finished. This place didn't allow him to stay. He secretly cursed in his heart. He looked resentfully at the calm Ding Ning, snorted coldly, and left in a huff.
Watching Song Yufeng leave with his tail between his legs, there was a tsunami of cheers at the scene. It was as if they had won a great battle. They all shouted "Chief Ding is mighty". The cheers were earth-shattering and shot straight into the sky.
Murong Junlin was secretly surprised. He had thought that Ding Ning was a brainless, impulsive idiot. He hadn't thought that he would use this kind of method to "expel" Song Yufeng.
To be honest, in his heart, he could not bear to see Song Yufeng's condescending behavior. Even though he was the Murong Family's Patriarch and the sponsor of this Martial Warrior Assembly, Song Yufeng had spoken to him with his nose in the air and spoke with a bureaucratic tone, which made him feel very unhappy.
But he was a businessman and naturally couldn't argue with Song Yufeng. Now that this arrogant guy had left, he felt much better and had a higher opinion of Ding Ning.
Ding Ning was not startled. He stood up with a relaxed expression. His feet suddenly pushed off forcefully, and his entire body was like an arrow that crossed a distance of dozens of meters. He appeared on the high platform and raised his hands slightly to signal for silence.
This move instantly conquered most of the people present. Seeing him raise his hands to signal for silence, they immediately shut their mouths obediently and stared at him, waiting for him to speak.
Ding Ning coughed dryly and looked around with an extremely serious expression. Just when everyone thought that he was going to give a long speech, he shouted seriously, "I announce that the Jiangnan Martial Arts Assembly begins now!"
Then …
Then that was it. Ding Ning slid back to his seat and sat down calmly. He asked Murong Junlin as if he was familiar with them, "Murong Family Patriarch, what kind of food did you arrange for lunch?"
Murong Junlin's mouth twitched. He was dumbfounded. That's it?
Zhang Heping was dumbfounded. Chu Ziqiao was dumbfounded. Gu Jianyang was dumbfounded. All the members of the Seventeenth Department were dumbfounded. The people from the Bureau of Religions were dumbfounded. The Murong Family members were dumbfounded. All the warriors present were dumbfounded. The opening ceremony was over?
"Cough, cough!"
Zhang Heping quickly coughed a few times. "Director Ding, do you want to say a few more words?"
Ding Ning waved his hand boldly. "What's there to say? Just do it."
"Well said, just do it. We warriors like straightforward men. Director Ding, if you don't mind me, Lu Jiuan, climbing up the social ladder, I will definitely make friends with you."
A burly man stood up and said loudly.
"It's not about climbing up the social ladder. We are all brothers. It's my honor that Brother Lu is willing to make friends with me."
Ding Ning swept away his arrogant and domineering look. He stood up and cupped his fists. "Not only Brother Lu, but anyone who thinks highly of me will be my friend in the future."
"Hahaha, that's great. Director Ding, I, Gu Zhiyun, will also make friends with you."
"And I, Liu Yunxiang, used to hate officials like you the most. Now I know that there are real heroes and real men in the officialdom. Director Ding, I will definitely make friends with you."
"I, Mo Pengfei, will also make friends with you."
"And me …"
"I …"
…
In the blink of an eye, the opening ceremony of the Warriors' Assembly turned into a gathering for people to introduce themselves.
It had to be said that the old saying, "Most righteous people are from the generation of butchers, but most unfaithful people are scholars." It made sense.
These warriors liked to play with spears and sticks and had no mood to study. Therefore, many of them were not highly educated, but they were chivalrous and liked to fight against injustice. What they most admired were those heroes who were not afraid of power and dared to fight against it.
Ding Ning was arrogant and domineering in front of Song Yufeng, who had a special identity. In the opening ceremony, he was straightforward and powerful, but in front of his fellow martial artists, he was modest and approachable, which was exactly what these men in Jianghu liked. Therefore, it was not strange that they wanted to make friends with him.
"Everyone, please don't call me Director Ding. If you really think highly of me, you can call me Brother Ding or Brother Ning."
Ding Ning communicated with the heroes in Jianghu, but he behaved very generously and very modestly and courteously, which made these Jianghu ruffians shout happily and call him brother.
Ding Qianlie and the other girls all smiled and looked at Ding Ning with pride in their beautiful eyes. This was their man. Wherever he went, he would be the center of attention.
Even the soldiers of the Second Camp came forward shyly and wanted to make friends with Ding Ning. Ding Ning naturally would not give them any face and greeted them with a smile.
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