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Chapter 225
chapter 0134 part 1
**Chapter 134: Gift**
"Gift? What! Now every single one of you has learned to bring me gifts!"
New York City, Long Island, on the rooftop of a high-rise mansion near the beach,
The penthouse duplex, worth tens of millions of US Dollars, came with an extra-large rooftop infinity pool.
Looking down from above, the pool water seemed to merge with the seawater, blending into the same color as the sea and sky.
Tang Song was wrapped in a bath towel, lazily lying on a beach chair, drinking freshly squeezed iced orange juice, and watching two women playing and splashing in the swimming pool.
In the swimming pool, Fox and Skye, who hadn't been seen for a long time, were soaking in the pool wearing bikinis, occasionally doing backstroke, butterfly stroke, and various playful activities.
By the swimming pool, Zheng Duo En, wearing a black and white Gothic Maid Outfit, was haughtily squeezing fresh orange juice for Boss Tang with a juicer.
"Boss, the Chairman, Vice Chairman, and several Directors of the Golden Gate Group have all been dealt with! However, Ding Qing, the Golden Gate Group's number three figure, is in prison..."
Seoul, inside a safe house of the Brotherhood of Assassins, Sloan was pacing in the Room, holding a satellite phone.
"What, if he's in prison, is there no way to deal with him?"
Listening to Tang Song's voice on the other end of the phone, Sloan replied into the phone:
"Boss, Ding Qing is an Overseas Chinese, I considered that you also...
Now that all the High-level Staff of the Golden Gate Group are dead, should we consider finding an agent in South Korea!"
There was no sound from the other end of the phone. Sloan held the satellite phone to his ear, held his breath, and quietly waited for Boss Tang's reply.
By the infinity pool, Tang Song put the satellite phone aside, reached out, and pulled Zheng Duo En, who was adding ice cubes to the freshly squeezed orange juice, into his arms.
Holding Zheng Duo En in the Gothic Maid Outfit in his arms, with one hand embracing her, Boss Tang took out an ancient-looking gold coin with the other hand.
He tossed it up casually. The gold coin tumbled in the air, landed in his palm, and Tang Song clenched his fist.
"One side is a flower, the other is a head!
Take a guess, if you guess correctly, there's a reward!"
"What reward?" Zheng Duo En in the Gothic Maid Outfit wriggled in Tang Song's arms, staring curiously at Tang Song's clenched fist.
"You guess first, and I'll tell you after you guess!"
Tang Song's hand embracing Zheng Duo En wandered incessantly, exploring the secrets of the Gothic Maid under the steampunk aesthetic.
"Flower!"
Zheng Duo En's complexion turned red, and she hummed with pursed lips.
"Too bad, it's the head!" Tang Song smiled and spread his hand. In his palm, a gold coin in excellent condition lay face up, clearly showing the head of a King wearing a crown.
"Mm!"
Because of someone's mischievous hand, Zheng Duo En no longer cared about rewards or no rewards, and completely collapsed softly into Tang Song's arms.
"Hey!" Tang Song got up, picked up Zheng Duo En, and grabbed the satellite phone nearby:
"Send information to Ding Qing, tell him to come to New York to see me. If he doesn't agree, then just kill him!"
Casually tossing the satellite phone aside, Boss Tang carried Zheng Duo En directly into the Room.
In the swimming pool, Skye and Fox, who were playing, saw this scene and exchanged glances.
Soon they also got ashore and went into the house...
……………
Seoul City, Songpa District, Eastern Detention Center.
During yard time, Ding Qing, wearing an orange prison uniform, sat quietly on a bench in the sun, reading a newspaper.
Around him, seven or eight tall and strong prisoners were wary and guarding the surroundings.
As a Director of the Golden Gate Group, South Korea's top yakuza organization, and likely the next Chairman of the Golden Gate Group,
Ding Qing's treatment in the Detention Center was naturally different from that of ordinary prisoners, even when he first entered the Detention Center.
The warden of the Eastern Detention Center personally went to his single cell to visit him.
"Ah, shibal! Another crackdown on the underworld? Are those bastards at the Blue House just bored?"
Looking at the content on the newspaper, Ding Qing threw the newspaper onto the ground and stomped on it fiercely twice.
"Stop!"
At this moment, a thin Man wearing an orange prison uniform walked from the side towards the bench where Ding Qing was sitting.
Several Golden Gate Group men on the periphery quickly stopped him.
During this time, the High-level Staff of the Golden Gate Group were successively killed, so Li Zi Cheng specifically arranged for a group of the Golden Gate Group's best fighters to enter the Detention Center to protect their Leader.
If it weren't for the Mutant detection devices in the prison, Ding Qing would have tried everything to arrange for a group of Mutant Bodyguards to come in, no matter the cost.
"You! Come here!"
Ding Qing beckoned, and several Golden Gate Group thugs brought the thin Man in front of Ding Qing's bench.
Their gazes were fixed on him. As soon as he made any dangerous move, they would immediately pounce forward.
"Ha!" Ding Qing took off his glasses, breathed onto the lens, and took out a glasses cloth from his pocket to wipe the lenses.
"Yes, what is it?"
The thin Man kept bowing and nodding towards Ding Qing.
"Someone asked me to give you, to bring you a message. If you weren't involved in that matter, go to New York. If you, you were involved... then, then..."
The thin Man stammered for a long time without saying the rest.
"Then what?" Ding Qing finished wiping his glasses and held them up to the sunlight, examining the spotless lenses. His eyes stared straight at the thin Man.
His fierce look made the thin Man's legs go weak. "He, they told you to prepare a coffin, Leader. This, this isn't what I said, they told me to pass on the message..."
"Ah, shibal!"
Several Golden Gate Group thugs heard the thin Man's words, rolled up their sleeves, and prepared to step forward to teach this loose-mouthed guy a lesson.
"Alright, he's just a messenger, don't make things difficult for him!"
Ding Qing stood up and stretched towards the sun. "Ah, shibal, it's finally over! Notify the people from the Group's Ministry of Justice, I'm getting out of prison tomorrow, tell them to handle the bail procedures!"
"Yes, Leader!"
……………
The next morning, at the Gate of the Seoul Eastern Detention Center, a line of black Hyundai Cars was parked on the side of the prison road.
A group of black suit Bodyguards stood neatly at the entrance, respectfully waiting.
Clang! The prison Gate opened. After two prison guards escorted Ding Qing out, they saw the dozens of people standing Outside, and with a bang, they heavily closed the Gate again.
"The weather is nice today!"
Ding Qing stretched out his hand, wanting to embrace familiar people, but after scanning around, he couldn't find that familiar shadow.
"Where's that guy Zi Cheng? What's he busy with? He's absent for something as important as his Leader getting out of prison!"
Ding Qing said this half-jokingly, but when he saw the group of Golden Gate Group subordinates in black suits in front of him all lowering their heads,
His complexion immediately changed!
"Where's Zi Cheng!?"
Ding Qing looked at the group of subordinates who were bowing their heads and not speaking, walked straight up, grabbed one, and asked, gripping his collar.
"Director Li, he was killed! Section Chief Jiang from the Seoul Metropolitan Police Department was also with him!"
Ding Qing's complexion was ashen. He gritted his teeth, released the subordinate's collar, and patted his shoulder.
"Clang!"
He turned around and kicked the car door of a car nearby. The car door of the black Hyundai Car instantly dented significantly.
"Let's go! Back to the group building!"
Ding Qing took the suit jacket handed to him by a subordinate nearby and put it on.
A subordinate nearby quickly opened the car door for him.
…………
"Wenxi, what exactly happened? Who killed Zi Cheng, and why did he die with that guy named Jiang?"
**Chapter 134: Gift**
"Gift? What! Now every single one of you has learned to bring me gifts!"
New York City, Long Island, on the rooftop of a high-rise mansion near the beach,
The penthouse duplex, worth tens of millions of US Dollars, came with an extra-large rooftop infinity pool.
Looking down from above, the pool water seemed to merge with the seawater, blending into the same color as the sea and sky.
Tang Song was wrapped in a bath towel, lazily lying on a beach chair, drinking freshly squeezed iced orange juice, and watching two women playing and splashing in the swimming pool.
In the swimming pool, Fox and Skye, who hadn't been seen for a long time, were soaking in the pool wearing bikinis, occasionally doing backstroke, butterfly stroke, and various playful activities.
By the swimming pool, Zheng Duo En, wearing a black and white Gothic Maid Outfit, was haughtily squeezing fresh orange juice for Boss Tang with a juicer.
"Boss, the Chairman, Vice Chairman, and several Directors of the Golden Gate Group have all been dealt with! However, Ding Qing, the Golden Gate Group's number three figure, is in prison..."
Seoul, inside a safe house of the Brotherhood of Assassins, Sloan was pacing in the Room, holding a satellite phone.
"What, if he's in prison, is there no way to deal with him?"
Listening to Tang Song's voice on the other end of the phone, Sloan replied into the phone:
"Boss, Ding Qing is an Overseas Chinese, I considered that you also...
Now that all the High-level Staff of the Golden Gate Group are dead, should we consider finding an agent in South Korea!"
There was no sound from the other end of the phone. Sloan held the satellite phone to his ear, held his breath, and quietly waited for Boss Tang's reply.
By the infinity pool, Tang Song put the satellite phone aside, reached out, and pulled Zheng Duo En, who was adding ice cubes to the freshly squeezed orange juice, into his arms.
Holding Zheng Duo En in the Gothic Maid Outfit in his arms, with one hand embracing her, Boss Tang took out an ancient-looking gold coin with the other hand.
He tossed it up casually. The gold coin tumbled in the air, landed in his palm, and Tang Song clenched his fist.
"One side is a flower, the other is a head!
Take a guess, if you guess correctly, there's a reward!"
"What reward?" Zheng Duo En in the Gothic Maid Outfit wriggled in Tang Song's arms, staring curiously at Tang Song's clenched fist.
"You guess first, and I'll tell you after you guess!"
Tang Song's hand embracing Zheng Duo En wandered incessantly, exploring the secrets of the Gothic Maid under the steampunk aesthetic.
"Flower!"
Zheng Duo En's complexion turned red, and she hummed with pursed lips.
"Too bad, it's the head!" Tang Song smiled and spread his hand. In his palm, a gold coin in excellent condition lay face up, clearly showing the head of a King wearing a crown.
"Mm!"
Because of someone's mischievous hand, Zheng Duo En no longer cared about rewards or no rewards, and completely collapsed softly into Tang Song's arms.
"Hey!" Tang Song got up, picked up Zheng Duo En, and grabbed the satellite phone nearby:
"Send information to Ding Qing, tell him to come to New York to see me. If he doesn't agree, then just kill him!"
Casually tossing the satellite phone aside, Boss Tang carried Zheng Duo En directly into the Room.
In the swimming pool, Skye and Fox, who were playing, saw this scene and exchanged glances.
Soon they also got ashore and went into the house...
……………
Seoul City, Songpa District, Eastern Detention Center.
During yard time, Ding Qing, wearing an orange prison uniform, sat quietly on a bench in the sun, reading a newspaper.
Around him, seven or eight tall and strong prisoners were wary and guarding the surroundings.
As a Director of the Golden Gate Group, South Korea's top yakuza organization, and likely the next Chairman of the Golden Gate Group,
Ding Qing's treatment in the Detention Center was naturally different from that of ordinary prisoners, even when he first entered the Detention Center.
The warden of the Eastern Detention Center personally went to his single cell to visit him.
"Ah, shibal! Another crackdown on the underworld? Are those bastards at the Blue House just bored?"
Looking at the content on the newspaper, Ding Qing threw the newspaper onto the ground and stomped on it fiercely twice.
"Stop!"
At this moment, a thin Man wearing an orange prison uniform walked from the side towards the bench where Ding Qing was sitting.
Several Golden Gate Group men on the periphery quickly stopped him.
During this time, the High-level Staff of the Golden Gate Group were successively killed, so Li Zi Cheng specifically arranged for a group of the Golden Gate Group's best fighters to enter the Detention Center to protect their Leader.
If it weren't for the Mutant detection devices in the prison, Ding Qing would have tried everything to arrange for a group of Mutant Bodyguards to come in, no matter the cost.
"You! Come here!"
Ding Qing beckoned, and several Golden Gate Group thugs brought the thin Man in front of Ding Qing's bench.
Their gazes were fixed on him. As soon as he made any dangerous move, they would immediately pounce forward.
"Ha!" Ding Qing took off his glasses, breathed onto the lens, and took out a glasses cloth from his pocket to wipe the lenses.
"Yes, what is it?"
The thin Man kept bowing and nodding towards Ding Qing.
"Someone asked me to give you, to bring you a message. If you weren't involved in that matter, go to New York. If you, you were involved... then, then..."
The thin Man stammered for a long time without saying the rest.
"Then what?" Ding Qing finished wiping his glasses and held them up to the sunlight, examining the spotless lenses. His eyes stared straight at the thin Man.
His fierce look made the thin Man's legs go weak. "He, they told you to prepare a coffin, Leader. This, this isn't what I said, they told me to pass on the message..."
"Ah, shibal!"
Several Golden Gate Group thugs heard the thin Man's words, rolled up their sleeves, and prepared to step forward to teach this loose-mouthed guy a lesson.
"Alright, he's just a messenger, don't make things difficult for him!"
Ding Qing stood up and stretched towards the sun. "Ah, shibal, it's finally over! Notify the people from the Group's Ministry of Justice, I'm getting out of prison tomorrow, tell them to handle the bail procedures!"
"Yes, Leader!"
……………
The next morning, at the Gate of the Seoul Eastern Detention Center, a line of black Hyundai Cars was parked on the side of the prison road.
A group of black suit Bodyguards stood neatly at the entrance, respectfully waiting.
Clang! The prison Gate opened. After two prison guards escorted Ding Qing out, they saw the dozens of people standing Outside, and with a bang, they heavily closed the Gate again.
"The weather is nice today!"
Ding Qing stretched out his hand, wanting to embrace familiar people, but after scanning around, he couldn't find that familiar shadow.
"Where's that guy Zi Cheng? What's he busy with? He's absent for something as important as his Leader getting out of prison!"
Ding Qing said this half-jokingly, but when he saw the group of Golden Gate Group subordinates in black suits in front of him all lowering their heads,
His complexion immediately changed!
"Where's Zi Cheng!?"
Ding Qing looked at the group of subordinates who were bowing their heads and not speaking, walked straight up, grabbed one, and asked, gripping his collar.
"Director Li, he was killed! Section Chief Jiang from the Seoul Metropolitan Police Department was also with him!"
Ding Qing's complexion was ashen. He gritted his teeth, released the subordinate's collar, and patted his shoulder.
"Clang!"
He turned around and kicked the car door of a car nearby. The car door of the black Hyundai Car instantly dented significantly.
"Let's go! Back to the group building!"
Ding Qing took the suit jacket handed to him by a subordinate nearby and put it on.
A subordinate nearby quickly opened the car door for him.
…………
"Wenxi, what exactly happened? Who killed Zi Cheng, and why did he die with that guy named Jiang?"
