Hong Kong film: The cop backs down, the ladies beg me to check his license.

"Your father, Fong Chun-sun, was beaten into a vegetative state by Ting Hai with an iron bar and eventually died. You know that."

"Ding Hai still doesn't think he did anything wrong. He thinks your father forced him, and he even wants to cause trouble for your Aunt Ling. You've probably heard about this."

Fang Ting pursed her lips.

"You've already lost your father, do you really want to see Aunt Ling, who raised you, get into trouble too?"

Fang Ting shook her head violently, her eyes becoming resolute.

"And another thing," Ye Tian's voice deepened, "Ding Xiaoxie is clinging to you. But you may not know that your youngest sister, Fang Min, has already been targeted by that beast Ding Yixie. He just hasn't found an opportunity to make a move yet."

"What?!" Fang Ting exclaimed, her face turning deathly pale instantly, then flushed with rage. "The Ding family... those beasts! They deserve to die! They all deserve to die!"

Ye Tian gently put his arm around her trembling shoulders.

"So, don't be soft-hearted. Being soft-hearted towards the enemy is being cruel to your own people." He looked at the sea, "Once Brother Kun and the others arrive, the 'meat' will be all ready."

Fang Ting leaned against him and nodded vigorously, her last bit of reluctance disappearing.

Wang Jianjun listened silently, somewhat surprised by how quickly his new "sister-in-law" adapted. But then he thought that if anyone dared to make a move on his younger brother Wang Jianguo, his methods would be even more extreme than Ye Tian's.

About twenty minutes later, several cars arrived one after another, their lights piercing the darkness of the beach.

Liang Kun, Prince, Situ Haonan, Jiang Tiansheng, and others got out of the car one after another and walked over. Their henchmen dragged several people behind them and threw them next to Ding Xiaoxie's corpse.

It was Ding Xie, Ding Yi Xie, Ding Wang Xie, and Ding Li Xie. The four of them had obviously been "treated" and were all bruised and battered, their mouths gagged, only able to make muffled sounds, their eyes filled with fear and despair.

Jiang Tiansheng glanced at Ding Xiaoxie on the ground, then at the other four members of the Ding family who had been brought with him, and nodded to Ye Tian: "Tian, ​​all the branches of the Chung Ching Society have been cleared out tonight. From now on, this name will no longer exist in Hong Kong."

Liang Kun also laughed and said, "Everyone acted quickly and cooperated well this time. Ah Tian, ​​everyone was very accommodating when you posted it."

Situ Haonan, representing Dongxing, also said politely, "Master Ye, you took the lead this time, and Dongxing also contributed. If you need anything in the future, please don't hesitate to ask."

Jiang Tiansheng then asked, "The Zhongqing Society's territory and businesses have been taken over by several of us. How exactly to divide them still needs to be discussed. However, as the initiator, you have the right of first choice. So, have you found a branch you like?"

Situ Haonan chimed in, "That's right, Master Ye, you choose first."

Ye Tian smiled and waved his hand: "Mr. Jiang, Brother Kun, you're all here, I have no right to speak. I'm just standing up for my wife and father-in-law. How the territory is divided is up to you big shots, I have no objection."

Liang Kun's attention, however, was drawn to another piece of information. He stared wide-eyed at Fang Ting beside Ye Tian: "Holy crap! Tian! You really married another one? Your eighth?!"

Ye Tian pulled Fang Ting forward a bit. Although Fang Ting was a little shy, she still greeted the several underworld figures generously: "Brother Kun, Mr. Jiang, Prince, Mr. Situ..."

Liang Kun slapped his forehead in anguish: "It's all over... My mom will nag me again tomorrow, saying I don't even have half of Ah Tian's skills..."

Jiang Tiansheng greeted Fang Ting politely, then glanced at the five members of the Ding family who were thrown together, and said to Ye Tian, ​​"Tian, ​​everyone's here. You handle it." He then whispered an explanation to Fang Ting, "It's windy by the sea. If it catches fire, the bloodstains will be easier to ignite and cleaner."

Fang Ting understood why Wang Jianjun had stabbed those people and bled them out earlier. She nodded and looked away.

Ye Tian walked to Ding Xiaoxie's corpse, and then looked at the other four members of the Ding family who were being held down on the ground, their eyes full of pleading.

"Brother Kun taught me," he said slowly, his voice clear in the sea breeze, "that when you're in this business, you have to keep your word. If I say I'll kill your whole family, I'll kill your whole family."

He stopped looking at those desperate eyes, took a step back, and waved to Wang Jianjun and Luo Tianhong.

The two men stepped forward. Wang Jianjun's movements were swift and decisive; his triangular military dagger flashed coldly in the moonlight, precisely piercing a vital point. Luo Tianhong's longsword, on the other hand, traced a chilling arc.

There weren't many screams, just a few short groans and the sound of a body falling to the ground.

The Ding family's five crabs settled the score completely.

His underlings, already prepared, brought firewood and doused it with gasoline. A roar erupted, illuminating a small patch of beach and engulfing everything on the pile of firewood. A wave of scorching heat swept over us, carrying an indescribable odor.

Bucket after bucket of seawater was brought in, repeatedly washing over the sand, sweeping away the ashes and last traces into the sea. With the ebb and flow of the tide, soon only damp sand and the smell of the sea remained, as if nothing had ever happened.

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After dealing with the Ding family's five crabs, the matter was not yet over.

Ye Tian took Fang Ting to the cemetery again.

Going to pay respects in the dead of night is unusual. But Fang Ting insisted; she couldn't wait a moment longer and wanted to tell her father the news immediately. Ye Tian did not object.

The Luo brothers, Tianhong and Jianjun, followed. These men had all been through life and death; they weren't afraid of the living, let alone any ghosts in the graveyard. Luo Tianhong was even a little eager to try; if anything really did appear, he wanted to test the speed of his sword.

With Ye Tian by her side, Fang Ting felt very secure. She would never dare to do it herself.

Upon arriving at Fang Jinxin's grave, Ye Tian gave Luo Tianhong and the others a wink. The three understood and moved to the side to guard the grave, leaving enough space for them.

Fang Ting lit incense and candles, and then burned paper money. The firelight illuminated her pale face and the cold inscriptions on the tombstone.

"Dad," she spoke softly, her voice unusually clear in the silent cemetery, "Ding Hai is dead. Your son-in-law killed him. You should know that, right?"

"The Ding family's four little crabs also died. It was all your son-in-law's doing."

"I've found you a son-in-law. His name is Ye Tian. He's very capable and can protect me from being bullied."

Standing beside her, Ye Tian listened to her words with a touch of emotion. He addressed the tombstone earnestly, "Father-in-law, I am Ye Tian. I will treat Tingting well; please rest assured."

A faint smile appeared on Fang Ting's face as she continued speaking to the tombstone: "He was very good to me... but there was one bad thing: before me, he already had seven wives. Including me, that makes eight."

She paused, seemingly a little embarrassed, but still said earnestly, "Dad, please bless me and please don't let him look for someone else. We can almost play mahjong at home now, any more... we really can't manage it."

Ye Tian listened from the side, touching his nose, feeling a little embarrassed. Talking about this at someone's father's grave… but seeing Fang Ting's emotional engagement, he didn't interrupt. Sometimes people need such rituals to say goodbye to the past, to express their grief, and to find peace of mind. He respected that feeling.

The paper money slowly burned out in the brazier, turning into grayish-white ashes that swirled gently in the night breeze.