Among the crowd, only Ding Qianlie knew about the relationship between Ding Ning and Governor Du. Choosing to let it go and pretend nothing had happened was the best result from a rational point of view.
Otherwise, the close relationship between Ding Ning and Governor Du was likely to be broken because of Du Mosheng. This was an ending that no one wanted to see.
However, with Ding Ning's character, could he really let it go?
Thinking of this, Ding Qianlie looked at Ding Ning worriedly and sighed slightly in her heart. Now that things had come to this, she could only take one step at a time.
Bang!
The door of the dining hall opened again. No, not opened, but was kicked open.
Everyone looked at the same time, wanting to see who was so arrogant and despotic.
A young man in his thirties, exuding a murderous aura, walked in. A pair of cold eyes slowly looked around, and fell on Ding Ning like a knife.
Ding Ning ate slowly and didn't even look at the man, even though he knew that what would come would come. This man must be the expert from the First Camp, but such an expert was not worthy of his attention.
The dozen or so contestants from the Second Camp all looked pleasantly surprised. They all stood up to greet him and respectfully saluted with cupped fists. "Lieutenant Colonel Dong."
Lieutenant colonel?
Everyone was stunned, but then they suddenly understood the identity of the newcomer.
Everyone present was a martial artist, so they naturally knew that the Yulin Guard was a military organization under the jurisdiction of the military. Those who could enter the First Camp were at least of the rank of major.
This rank was different from the actual military rank that ordinary soldiers had. It could only be regarded as a nominal rank. Only after accumulating enough military merits and being granted a military position within the Yulin Guard would one have the actual military rank that matched the nominal rank.
But no matter whether it was a nominal rank or an actual rank, the newcomer could become a lieutenant colonel at such a young age. This meant that even in the legendary First Camp, he was not the last.
The First Camp was the most elite warriors of the Yulin Guard. Only ten people could join it. This Lieutenant Colonel Dong could enter it, and he was not the weakest, so his strength was naturally extraordinary.
The dining hall sank into a deathly silence. The Seventeenth Bureau, the Bureau of Religions, and the participating teams of the major factions all looked at Ding Ning.
They were well aware of the sequence of events. From the moment Ding Ning had mercilessly thrown Head Guard Song out, it was foreordained that the Featherwood Guard would come to take revenge.
Some sneered, some were worried, some were gloating, some showed a look of pity, some shook their heads and sighed … Life was full of different emotions.
"Chief, you go first. We'll stop him."
To Ding Ning's surprise, Chu Ziqiao and Gu Jianyang, who had always been dissatisfied with him becoming the director of the Seventeenth Bureau, made the choice to defend him.
"That's right. Little Martial Uncle, you go first. The three of us will stop him."
Zhang Heping stared at Lieutenant Colonel Dong as if he was facing a formidable enemy, and said in a low voice without even turning his head.
"Why? All of you should hate me. "
This question was directed at Chu Ziqiao and Gu Jianyang because Ding Ning knew that it was natural for Zhang Heping to defend him. Gu Jianyang and Chu Ziqiao could have just watched coldly from the side. There was no need to clash with the Yulin Guard.
"I don't like you, but you are the director of the Seventeenth Bureau. You represent the face of the Seventeenth Bureau. The Yulin Guard doesn't care about us now. This is no longer just your personal matter, it concerns the dignity of the Seventeenth Bureau."
Chu Ziqiao looked at him with a complicated gaze and said resolutely.
"That's right. Internal conflicts can be resolved internally. We can make as much noise as we want internally, but we are all members of the Seventeenth Bureau to outsiders. If the Yulin Guard messes up today, it is the Seventeenth Bureau's face that is lost. We can lose, we can even die, but we will never be bullied by others and not dare to resist. Moreover, although I don't like you, when you threw Head Guard Song out, I felt very relieved. Based on this, I acknowledge you as the director."
Gu Jianyang proudly stuck out his chest and said with a firm gaze.
Ding Ning was slightly moved, and a warm current quietly surged in his heart. Although these two deputy directors had always been dissatisfied with him, he admired the courage and integrity they showed at the critical moment. He patted them on the shoulder and said in high spirits, "I am very happy that the Seventeenth Bureau has deputy directors like you. However, I am the director now, and it is not your turn to stand up for me." "Don't be impulsive.
Lieutenant Colonel Dong is one of the top ten experts of the Yulin Guard. You are not his opponent. If you go up and are beaten down, it is the Seventeenth Bureau's face that will be lost. Let's go first. The three of us will stop him. Even if we lose, it is not too shameful. It is better than you, the director, being beaten down. Besides, you are the disciple of Wu Hou. If you are beaten down, it is not only the Seventeenth Bureau's face that will be lost, but also the National Warrior's Mansion's face. "
Chu Ziqiao said anxiously.
"Don't worry. It is just a soldier of the First Battalion. He is still lacking if he wants to beat me. Now I will let you see how strong the successor disciple of Wu Hou is."
Ding Ning stood up proudly, pressed their shoulders, and said in an unquestionable tone.
"You don't know that the soldiers of the First Battalion …"
Although Chu Ziqiao and Gu Jianyang knew that Ding Ning's skills were extraordinary and that he could make more than a dozen soldiers of the Second Battalion lose their combat power with one roar, they were still nervous in the face of the legendary soldiers of the First Battalion. They were afraid that he did not know his limits and would be defeated by Lieutenant Colonel Dong and lose Wu Hou's face.
After all, in the hearts of the warriors of this generation, Country Guarding Wu Hou was a god-like existence and their idol. They would never allow anyone to tarnish Wu Hou's glory and majesty.
So they tried their best to stop Ding Ning from making a move, but their shoulders were pressed down by Ding Ning, causing them to be unable to move at all. They could not help but reveal expressions of shock, only then did they realize that this Martial Marquis disciple who did not attend to his duties might not be as simple as he looked.
"Don't worry, I'm here."
Ding Ning patted their shoulders and slowly stood up. He casually looked at Lieutenant Colonel Dong, who was staring at him expressionlessly, and slowly stretched out his index finger to make a provocation.
Provocation, a naked provocation!
Lieutenant Colonel Dong originally wanted to give face to the National Warrior's Mansion and only wanted to teach this arrogant boy a little lesson to get back the face of the Yulin Guard. But at this moment, seeing that Ding Ning was so arrogant, he was so angry that he laughed. He arrogantly crossed his arms and said with a sneer, "Boy, you are very arrogant."
"Arrogant?"
Ding Ning shook his head noncommittally. "You're not qualified to say that to me. In my eyes, you're too weak. You'd better go back. Maybe I'll pay more attention to you if it's the number one Heaven in the First Camp."
"Arrogant, really too arrogant. This annoying guy deserves a beating. Lieutenant Colonel Dong should teach him a lesson."
Du Mosheng excitedly clenched his small fists and muttered excitedly with his eyes twinkling with little stars.
Guan Shilin shook her head, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. With her current cultivation, she could clearly perceive that Lieutenant Colonel Dong's strength was not even as good as hers. At most, he had the strength of the middle stage of the Great Grandmaster Realm. Perhaps she might not be able to defeat Lieutenant Colonel Dong because she lacked actual combat experience. But Ding Ning could even create the peak of the Real Martial Realm, so his strength could be imagined. This was not a fight on the same level at all. If Lieutenant Colonel Dong wanted to teach him a lesson, he would have to cultivate for another hundred years.
"Kid, you're a bit interesting. If you can withstand three moves from me, then I'll let you off. So long as you go apologize to Head Guard Song, I can promise you that the grudge between you and our Featherwood Guard will be written off."
Lieutenant Colonel Dong had a mysterious confidence in his own skills. He crossed his arms and said with a smile instead of anger.
"Ah! It's really disappointing. I thought the Yulin Guard really had the strength to replace the National Warrior's Mansion. I didn't expect you to be a group of arrogant frogs at the bottom of a well. "
Ding Ning sighed faintly and said with flagging interest, "If I can't beat you with one move, I will kowtow to him and admit my mistake, let alone apologize to Head Guard Song."
"Boy, you are so arrogant. Let me see how much weight you have. How dare you look down on the Yulin Guard?"
Lieutenant Colonel Dong couldn't bear it anymore and suddenly became furious. He stamped his feet hard and rushed toward Ding Ning like an arrow leaving the bow.
In his mind, the National Warrior's Mansion was a group of old guys who took advantage of their seniority and only remembered the glory of the past while sitting on the merit book. It was a matter of course that the Yulin Guard would replace them.
As an outstanding member of the Yulin Guard, he came to teach Ding Ning a lesson on behalf of the Yulin Guard. His heart was full of lofty sentiments and lofty aspirations. He wanted to trample on the successor of the National Warrior's Mansion and tell the world that the National Warrior's Mansion was old and no longer qualified to be the leader of the martial artists who suppressed the Jianghu. Only the Yulin Guard was the cradle of the real strong.
Unfortunately, the ideal was full, but the reality was too cruel.
Just when his fist was only an inch away from Ding Ning's face, he imagined that Ding Ning would be KO-ed by him with one punch and even showed a smug and hideous smile, but Ding Ning suddenly moved.
A fist rapidly grew bigger in his field of vision, so fast that even his mind could not keep up with his own reaction. He only felt a tearing pain in his chest, as if he had been hit head-on by a rampaging rhinoceros. His whole body flew backward, and with a bang, a human-shaped hole appeared in the wall, directly disappearing from the restaurant.
Silence!
Everyone was dumbfounded and rubbed their eyes in disbelief. Looking at Ding Ning, who was calm and composed as if nothing had happened, they wondered if they had seen it wrong. "Shouldn't it be him who flew out? Why is it Lieutenant Colonel Dong, who came aggressively, who disappeared? "
In their eyes, Ding Ning was like driving away a pesky fly. He had only casually raised his hand and slowly swung out a fist without a trace of smoke or fire. But his fist was faster than Lieutenant Colonel Dong's and landed on his chest. Then, Lieutenant Colonel Dong became a kite with a broken string, directly smashing through the wall and flying out.
Lieutenant Colonel Dong was one of the top ten experts of the Featherwood Guard. How could he be so weak? Was this a f * cking two-man act? Wasn't this too fake?
"Gulp!"
The soldiers of the Second Battalion swallowed their saliva in unison. Their gazes towards Ding Ning were filled with awe and respect. Even if their relationship wasn't harmonious, but the concept of the strong being respected had long been deeply engraved in their bones and blood.
They knew very well that this wasn't an act, but that Ding Ning was too strong. Unbelievably strong. Even an expert like Lieutenant Colonel Dong, in his eyes, was just a fly that could be swatted to death with a wave of his hand. Such an expert, even if he was an enemy, they would still instinctively feel awe.
Compared to the soldiers of the Second Battalion, Chu Ziqiao's mouth was so wide open that a duck egg could be stuffed in it. Gu Jianyang's face was also lifeless, his eyeballs protruding and almost falling out. Only Zhang Heping, although surprised, was beaming with joy. His face was full of pride and honor. This was his Junior Uncle. He was indeed powerful.
Du Mosheng's little mouth disappointingly formed a cute O shape. He looked at Ding Ning like he was looking at a monster. For the first time in his life, he felt that this guy didn't seem so annoying, and seemed to be quite handsome.
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