Chen family monster

Updated: 2011-06-08

Chapter 260 Nine

In the early morning of the next day, there was indeed a big shock in Nanjing. The young master of the Chen family bloodbathed Melody overnight. In 1912, there was a big riot in [-], and the joke about Qian Yushan taking the initiative to calm things down was also talked about by the National People’s Congress. For a while, the whole sky of Nanjing was filled with panic. But there is no one who is not afraid of death. People who can squeeze into the Jiangsu and Zhejiang circles, no matter how bad they are, are big brothers. They have money and power in their hands, and they all want to live for a few more years. That's why Chen Ping dropped the blockbuster bomb in Nanjing last night. It exploded immediately, with immediate results. At around ten o'clock the next morning, Chen Ping received a call from the person in charge of Nanjing, saying that there were a large number of people in Linglong Pavilion who planned to meet Chen Shao, and they were all in the Nanjing circle. Big gangsters, good and bad, asked Chen Ping how to deal with it.

Chen Ping, who was practicing boxing in the training hall at that time, was taken aback for a moment, then he squinted his eyes and smiled and said, "Of course I want to see you, bring them all into the meeting hall, and I will go there right away."

The so-called Linglong Pavilion is the concentrated place where the Chen family solves some matters that cannot be brought to the table. In reality, the so-called underworld conference is not nonsense. It's normal to start a business. Occasionally, friction will subside as soon as possible. For this kind of gathering, no matter how disagreeable the two parties are in private, they can't be resolved in the open. This is the rule.

Chen Ping drove that r8 to Linglong Pavilion, and the person in charge at the door was already ready to welcome him. After seeing Chen Ping, he had an overly coquettish expression on his face. Chen Ping ignored him and walked in directly.

Linglong Pavilion has a nice name, but the decoration on the facade is obviously a bit out of date. It is in stark contrast to the majestic atmosphere inside the Queen's Club. The interior decoration is simple, nothing outstanding, very low-key. square meters, with only a few rooms, one of the conference halls occupies one-third of the space, and the rest are dormitories for several service personnel. It is so simple and simple. Chen Ping entered the hall and walked directly to the conference room. From a distance, one could hear a commotion inside. Chen Ping had a strange expression on his face and a soft smile. He walked to the door, paused, and pushed the door open.

The meeting room, which was still chaotic just now, was suddenly silent.

"Morning, everyone."

Chen Ping stood at the door and said with a smile, it was almost eleven o'clock in the morning, it was early, but no one was willing to refute, all of them echoed, they came here today to show their loyalty to the Chen family, naturally they would not He retorted because of Chen Ping's unnutritious words.

Chen Ping lit a cigarette, walked slowly to the main seat, sat down, glanced at the crowd with different expressions, smiled lightly and said, "Everyone is usually a busy person, and it is rare to show your face. This time, come here together." , The head is really neat, you have to have a good drink for a while, and you can go to the Three Treasures Hall for everything, so let’s talk about it, this time they all come to me, what’s the matter, just say it, I’m the most annoying person to beat around the bush.

A group of mafia men who were calling for wind and rain in various places in Nanjing looked at each other, and suddenly found that they didn't know how to speak. The series of actions Chen Ping made last night were not concealed, but they did not blatantly reveal the identity of the Chen family. Standing in their position, Naturally, it's hard to say, Young Master Chen, you killed so many people and I'm afraid to show your loyalty. In today's society, murder is still an extremely sensitive topic. If you say it so directly, you will offend the Chen family first.

Sitting on the main seat, Chen Ping stared at a group of men sweating coldly with great interest. Seeing that they didn't speak or force them, he asked meaningfully: "Nanjing's circle is not big, but there are many people. Let me ask you, has anyone come here so far?"

A burly man with stubble all over his face stood up subconsciously, and said cautiously like a primary school student answering a teacher's question: "Young Master Chen, Zhang Hongzhi didn't come, something's wrong with that kid recently, he's gone crazy, take care of the Jiangning district by himself." The studio has become more and more defiant recently, I informed him before coming here, and if he hasn't come now, he probably won't come."

Chen Ping nodded calmly, playing with the mobile phone in his hand, and said lightly, who else is not present?

An elegant man wearing glasses stood up, paused, and said with a wry smile, Young Master Chen, none of the people who lived in Xianlin District were present.

The meeting hall was silent for a moment, and eyes with different meanings fell on the elegant man, which was complicated.

Chen Ping narrowed his eyes, with a cold light flashing, and said softly that it was very good.

The meeting hall was silent, and everyone looked carefully at the young man sitting in the main seat. What face and demeanor are they? They are too insignificant in front of life. They are not afraid of Chen Ping, but the whole Chen family, the empress The club has a reputation for viciousness. It is said that there are countless perverted monsters in it. Those present are not qualified to enter that legendary place to prove it for themselves. They can only guess in their hearts and put a death label on that place. The Nanjing side is a big boss, but no one can confidently withstand the abnormal offensive of the Queen's Club. Now keep a low profile and at least give yourself a guarantee of security, which is enough.

Chen Ping's face was calm, but the cold light in his eyes kept flickering. After a long while, he smiled lightly and said that Nanjing has not been peaceful recently, and big figures have crossed the river one after another. If they don't come, they should have something to rely on. We don't care about them, the way is different Not colluding, it makes sense.

A group of people sitting in the meeting hall with tense faces looked at each other, wondering why the young master of the Chen family suddenly became kind, but no one questioned him at all, and they listened quietly to Chen Ping's words.

Facing such a group of gentlemen who dare not object to anything, it is actually quite boring, but it is much simpler to do things. Mr. Chen squinted his eyes, smiled, and gave full play to the policy of big sticks and radishes, giving both grace and power, and finally promised After talking about this period of time, everyone's benefits must be indispensable. Only this sentence made a group of men who were licking blood at the edge of Nanjing smile again, and the atmosphere in the conference hall instantly relaxed a lot.

Mr. Chen wasted half a day of saliva, and left with a wave of his hand. Today is a happy day. Let's have a few drinks together, and we will not return when we are not drunk.

A group of people readily agreed, followed Chen Ping to the shabby-decorated hall, and sat down around a big round table. Several internal staff of Linglong Pavilion had already prepared a table of meals. have fun.

At 01:30 in the afternoon, a group of people broke up happily and said goodbye to Chen Ping with a smile.

Chen Ping greeted a group of people with a smile on his face, and personally sent them out.

Standing at the gate, blown by the wind, a group of people suddenly became more awake. Just as they were about to speak, a burst of text message notifications sounded suddenly, and then one after another, almost everyone received a text message on their mobile phones.

Then came the second.

Article [-].

Article IV.

Outside the gate of Linglong Pavilion, there was an instant flood of reminders from mobile phone text messages.

Chen Ping stood at the door, his smile unchanged, his eyes cold.

A group of men who had exchanged feelings with Young Master Chen were taken aback for a moment, and they all took out their mobile phones by coincidence, and then their expressions suddenly changed.

At 12 noon, Zhang Hongzhi was strangled to death at home.

At 12:[-], Tian Chufeng, who controlled six bars in Xianlin District, was stabbed to death in his bar.

At 12:40, Wang Fengbo, who owned an underground casino in Xianlin, was involved in a car accident on his way home and died on the spot.

At one o'clock, Han Weiqiang, a Xianlin skinhead, died on his mistress's bed in a miserable state.

A chill.

All the men standing at the gate of Linglong Pavilion were stunned, their hands trembling while holding their mobile phones, and they sent four text messages in succession, all of which were reports of death, and it was a coincidence that the four people who died not long ago happened to be the ones who were not present here today four people.

Coincidence?

What a fucking coincidence.

Nervous, terrified, and fortunate, everyone felt different things. Looking at Chen Ping, who had a flat smile, it was as if he had seen a ghost.

Chen Ping smiled and said that we will meet again next time, then got up and left.

A group of men who licked blood at the knife edge and now became the boss slowly walked out of the door and came to the garage, trembling and not daring to breathe.

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