At another table, a low-ranking member of the Tiger faction suddenly spoke up: "Boss, it seems they didn't pay the bill earlier..."

"Ah! Shit!"

Li Zhongjiu realized what was happening, abruptly stood up, went to the window, and looked down at Ding Xin, who was about to get into the car.

He roared, "Ding Xin, you fucking tricked me again?"

downstairs.

Ding Xin picked at his ear, stopped walking, and looked back.

"Jong-gu, thank you for breakfast. I'll treat you when I go back to Seoul. Goodbye~"

"Xiba!"

Helpless, Li Zhongjiu took two steps back and plopped down in a chair.

I was furious.

It's not that I'm unwilling to spend the money on this meal, it's just that I feel aggrieved.

Accidentally.

I got screwed over by Ding Xin again.

As for simply not paying...

impossible!

He's the self-centered Li Zhongjiu, not some petty thug...

I can't afford to lose face like that!

But the next moment, Li Zhongjiu smiled again.

in fact.

It's quite nice to experience this feeling once in a while...

At his current level, few people dare to joke with him like that anymore.

It felt quite welcoming...

but!

This does not mean he will let Ding Xin go.

So you think this is the only way to play?

Just wait, he'll get his revenge sooner or later...

......

inside the car.

Thinking of Li Zhongjiu's expression of "disapproval, yet helplessness".

Ding Xin found it amusing.

He has now discovered a new source of amusement; teasing Li Zhongjiu like this occasionally is quite fun.

"Executive Director!"

Anhemao, sitting in the front row, turned around and asked respectfully, "Where to next?"

"Ulsan City, the gathering point for the major sects of Peking University!"

"Yes!"

Anhemao responded.

He then put the walkie-talkie to his mouth and shouted, "Attention everyone, move out, heading to Ulsan City..."

The words fell.

The car then slowly started moving.

When you're out and about, you should act with style.

Now Ding Xin always travels with a convoy.

Under Ankhmao's control.

Eight black cars lined up in a row, protecting Ding Xin's car in the middle.

A large group of people headed towards Ulsan City...

Ding Xin gazed at the scenery rushing past the car window and muttered to himself, "It's probably about time it ended..."

......

the other side.

Seoul.

Headquarters of the South Korean News Daily.

President's office.

"Damn it, that damned Mu Yongpei!"

Enraged, Xuan Chengfeng tore the newspaper in his hand to shreds and pulled out his phone to call Mu Yongpei...

They questioned the old man about what he was trying to do.

However...

His finger remained on the dial key, not pressing it for a long time.

The latest issue of the Xiancheng Daily News is clearly a direct challenge to his side.

It's gotten to this point already.

What's the point of calling back and yelling at them?

Not good.

They can't even swear at people, and instead they get ridiculed!

He loosened his right hand.

The phone fell onto the table with a thud.

A wave of dizziness washed over him; Xuan Chengfeng had never felt so powerless before...

this time.

It was as if the whole world was against him...

why?

Why is Xiancheng Daily so supportive of Kinmen Group?

Is the decades-long friendship fake?

at the moment.

With the fate of the Xiancheng Daily, his advantage in public opinion has vanished.

They are already at a disadvantage.

Look at that new report, it's really sharp...

Although Hyun Sung-bong does not personally participate in writing articles, he still has the insight of a media professional.

He could see how damaging that article was.

You could say...

Once that article is published, if Xuan Chengfeng were to smear the Jinmen Group again, it would be tantamount to smearing himself.

It's truly a case of inflicting a thousand wounds on the enemy while losing eight hundred of your own...

Do not!

To be precise, it should be said that the enemy was injured by 800, while the self was injured by 1000!

Even if they wanted to die together, he would die faster!

Besides.

And what about Busan...?

The entire Busan gang is now suffering a crushing defeat at the hands of the Kimmun Group!

Cui Yixian was completely overwhelmed and was even thinking of asking him for help...

really...

Xuan Chengfeng was at a loss for words when he thought of this.

If he could handle it, why would he need to cooperate with these trashy black bastards?

Furthermore, what terrified Xuan Chengfeng the most was...

All the photographers he had sent to Busan had disappeared, including a reporter from Seoul.

Yes, that's the brave man who questioned Seok Dong-chul at the press conference organized by the Kinmen Group that day.

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