If you want to be a good person, find Huadi

The Fang family settled temporarily in Guo Yingnan's spacious and luxurious villa. To ensure safety, Huadi specifically instructed his seventh brother to dispatch several armed security guards to the villa. Adding the bodyguards already stationed at the villa, this formidable security force was more than enough to handle the four Ding brothers.

Huadi and Guo Yingnan didn't say much to the Fang family, simply watching them settle in and then leaving. This approach undoubtedly gave the Fang family ample time and space to open up and talk freely. After all, only in this way could the Fang family vent all the resentment and dissatisfaction that had been pent up for over a decade.

Before leaving, Huadi made an appointment with Fang Min to take the exam together the next day. However, at the Ding household, the scene was completely different. Several younger Ding brothers were seen trembling and kneeling in the middle of the living room, while their usually awe-inspiring older brothers were constantly making phone calls. Occasionally, they would utter a few obscene words, making the atmosphere extremely tense and depressing.

Ding Yixie, in particular, was speaking to no one, but his temper grew increasingly agitated, culminating in a violent outburst of curses. At the height of his outburst, he grabbed a nearby object and, without a second thought, threw it at Laughing, who was standing nearby. Poor Laughing, the bandaged wound on his head instantly ruptured, and blood gushed out like a fountain, covering his entire face in the blink of an eye.

This sudden blow was like a thunderclap exploding in the hearts of the younger brothers who were kneeling on the ground, shocking them so much that their whole bodies trembled violently, as if the blow did not fall on Laughing's head, but hit their fragile heads directly.

Ding Xiaoxie, standing nearby, took in all of this. His face was sullen, his gaze cold as ice. After a few brief words on the phone, he hung up without hesitation. Then, with steady, powerful steps, he walked over to Laughing, slowly pulled a pure white handkerchief from his pocket, and carefully placed it over Laughing's wound.

Ding Xiaoxie leaned down slightly and said to Laughing in a low voice, "Laoyi suffered a great loss today. He was beaten badly and is in a terrible mood. He just did that casually. It was purely a subconscious habitual action. You must not take it to heart! Listen to me, go to the hospital quickly to treat the wound, and then go home and rest up. You don't need to come tomorrow, just rest well at home for a day." After that, he took out a thick stack of banknotes from his pocket and stuffed it into Laughing's hand without saying a word.

He laughed, holding the stack of bills tightly, a trace of gratitude flashed in his eyes, but he still said stubbornly: "Boss, don't worry, this little injury is nothing. I'm really fine, I promise to come back on time tomorrow morning to report." Before he finished speaking, he turned and left in a hurry, leaving behind only a slightly thin but stubborn back.

Ding Xiaoxie watched the laughing figure disappear from his sight, then he turned around and waved to the other brothers who were still standing there at a loss, and said calmly: "You have nothing to do here. It's not entirely your fault that such an accident happened today. Go home early and have a good rest." After receiving the boss's pardon, the brothers nodded and agreed as if they had been pardoned, and then scattered like birds and beasts, each fleeing away.

"Boss! How can you let these brats go so easily? It's all their fault that they are so incompetent that I am in such a mess and lose face today! You actually let them go, who can I vent my anger on?" Ding Yixie's face was full of anger. He glared at his eldest brother fiercely and kept complaining.

Ding Xiaohai's face was as gloomy as water, and he walked straight to Ding Yihai without saying a word. He suddenly stretched out a hand and clamped Ding Yihai's neck tightly like an iron clamp. Ding Xiaohai's eyes were extremely cold, which made people shudder. He lowered his voice and scolded Ding Yihai coldly: "I warned you a long time ago that you must be kind to your subordinates and never insult or beat them at will. But you just ignored my words. If you still do your own thing and don't repent, one day, you will die at their hands!"

At this moment, the other two brothers of the Ding family saw that the situation was not good. They hurriedly hung up the phone and rushed over to try to dissuade Ding Xiaohai. However, facing the furious eldest brother, they did not dare to reach out and pull Ding Xiaohai. They could only stand aside and anxiously persuade him.

Ding Yixie, whose neck was being strangled, was terrified. He no longer cared about his face and dignity, and quickly begged for mercy from his elder brother in a low voice. Fortunately, although Ding Xiaoxie looked ferocious, he actually did not use his full strength, so Ding Yixie was able to barely make a sound to beg for mercy.

As the eldest son in the family, Ding Xiaohai's position was supreme and unshakable. He had, after all, painstakingly raised his three younger brothers, and as a result, they held him in awe, even to the point of fear. Although he had punished Ding Yihai today, his actions were also well-intentioned.

Although Ding Xiaoxie lacked formal education, the classic novel "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" left a deep impression on him. The scene depicting Zhang Fei's death, in particular, remains vivid in his memory. Zhang Fei, once a formidable general, met a tragic end, his head and body separated. The cause was simply his harsh treatment of his soldiers. Infuriated, the soldiers, taking advantage of his sleep, severed his head with their swords. From then on, Ding Xiaoxie used this lesson as a constant reminder, no matter the situation, even when filled with rage, to treat his brothers with kindness in public. It was precisely this approach that enabled Ding Xiaoxie, at such a young age, to earn the loyalty of his fellow soldiers and successfully carve out a niche for himself.

Seeing his younger brother Ding Yixie had admitted his mistake, Ding Xiaoxie slowly loosened his grip on his wrist and, with a gentle gesture, gestured for the other three brothers to join him on the sofa. As soon as the four of them sat down, the third, Ding Wangxie, spoke impatiently, "Brother, now that Huadi and Twelve Young Master have suddenly intervened, should we continue to deal with those Fang guys?"

Ding Yixie, who was in a bad mood, suddenly widened his eyes and yelled at the top of his voice, "We have to do it! If we don't kill them, are we going to provoke others? Have you forgotten that our father is still in jail? If we can't make them change their words, our father will definitely be shot! Do you care whether our father lives or dies?"

Ding Wangxie quickly waved his hands and explained, "When did I ever say I didn't care about Dad? My thinking is that the Twelve Young Master is at the peak of his powers right now. Not only do he have many soldiers and generals under his command, but I heard he has powerful backers backing him up. If we continue to cause trouble for the Fang family, will they let it go? They might even start a fight with us."

"What are you afraid of? Just fight, are we afraid of that Twelve Young Master?" Ding Yixie curled his lips, looking fearless. However, he seemed to have forgotten that he had just been severely beaten by Hua Di and was so scared that he didn't even dare to breathe.

At this moment, Ding Xiaoxie suddenly raised his palm and slapped Ding Yixie hard on the head with a "slap" sound. Then he shouted angrily: "Start a fight? Are you really not afraid? If you were not afraid, why did you have to rely on laughing and kowtowing to beg for mercy before Huadi would let you go?"

It would have been fine if Ding Xiaohai hadn't mentioned the matter, but the moment he did, Ding Yihai's hatred for Laughing erupted like a volcano! He hated Laughing for stealing his spotlight, and even more so for humiliating him and making him lose all his prestige. However, even with his rage raging inside, Ding Yihai could only suppress it in front of his big brother, Ding Xiaohai, not daring to speak the truth. After all, the painful experience of being beaten last time was still fresh in his mind, and he was terrified of suffering the pain again.

After a moment's contemplation, Ding Xiaoxie said, "The situation has changed, so we must adjust our strategy. We still have to consider Huadi and Twelve Young Master's feelings and not be too drastic. Third Brother, quickly find a few trusted acquaintances, bring some money, and go to the Fang family. Ask them to name a price. Any amount is negotiable, as long as we can ensure they won't testify in court again."

At this moment, Ding Lixie, who had been silent the entire time, suddenly interrupted, "Brother, I don't think those people from the Fang family will accept this money. They're determined to oppose us to the end. How about this? We might as well just kidnap one of them and use it to force the others to give up testifying."

Ding Xiaohai sat on the sofa, brow furrowed, fingers tapping lightly on the armrest, lost in thought. After a long moment, he finally looked up, a flicker of determination in his eyes, and said, "Let's try using money first to see if that solves the problem. If that doesn't work, we'll have to resort to extreme measures—kidnap someone! I want to see whether they care more about Dad's life or the life of the person we kidnapped."

This incident had become a major public outcry, and despite Ding Xiaohai's various efforts to suppress and control media coverage, the impact of the incident could not be completely concealed. Several influential figures in Hong Kong's upper class expressed their deep concern and sent messages to Ding Xiaohai, sternly warning him not to cause any loss of life. After all, these influential figures did not want to see such a terrible incident unfold under their noses.

In fact, given Ding Xiaohai's usual ruthlessness, if he wasn't wary of the influence of those powerful figures, he would have hired assassins to exterminate the orphans and widows of the Fang family long ago. However, the current situation was pressing, and he had to temporarily restrain his edge.

After saying this, Ding Xiaohai stood up and walked to his room alone. He needed a quiet environment to calm himself down and think carefully about how to deal with the current predicament. For him, saving his father Ding Hai's life was his last resort, and to achieve this goal, he would pay any price.

Meanwhile, his three younger brothers remained in the living room, chatting away. Ding Yixie's face was etched with fury, and he kept on cursing. But after a while, they couldn't come to any conclusion, so they each returned to their rooms. Ding Yixie's fury was already raging, unquenchable. To vent his anger, he had even called in two brightly dressed, heavily made-up girls to wait in his room. It looked like he was going to unleash his full fury on those two women.

Ding Wangxie hurried back to his room and quickly grabbed the phone to start dialing. The events of this evening were like a whirlwind, sweeping across Hong Kong. Upon hearing the news, rival groups within the Zhongqing Society were already restless and secretly plotting to exploit the situation. Ding Wangxie knew the situation was urgent and needed to gather more reliable information for his eldest brother so he could plan a response. Furthermore, he needed to discuss further matters regarding his father, Ding Hai's case, with his lawyer friend, hoping to find a breakthrough that would benefit the family.

Meanwhile, Ding Lixie returned to his room, swiftly changed into a fresh set of clothes, and then walked out without hesitation. It turned out that he had just hired a new nurse that day. As the boss, he naturally wanted to take good care of this new employee, so he decided to personally check on her living environment to see if it was comfortable.

That night, everyone in the Ding family had their own thoughts. The younger members of the Zhongqing Society, affected by the situation, also had new thoughts and ideas in their minds.

Laughing sat alone in the corner of the bar he was in charge of, silently savoring cup after cup of bitter wine. His deep eyes stared into the glass in his hand, as if he could see his confused future through the transparent liquid.

Meanwhile, the same few men who had knelt and begged for mercy in the Ding family villa today were now sitting together. The table was covered with bottles of wine, but this time they hadn't summoned any women to accompany them, nor were they making the usual noises and noises. Everyone remained silent, quietly raising their glasses and chugging, letting the gloomy atmosphere permeate the air.