The Underground Emperor: Starting with Running Away with His Sister-in-Law

The other thugs from the Faith Faction also stepped forward in unison, their eyes gleaming with ferocity and full of malevolence!

"you..."

Overwhelmed by the imposing presence of these suit-clad thugs, Zhao Haidao was momentarily speechless.

The thugs behind him also began to stir restlessly.

Ding Xin remained as comfortable as ever, sitting in his chair.

chuckled.

He suddenly grabbed Wu Xiuyan's delicate hand and pulled it onto his leg amidst her soft moan.

With both hands wrapped around her, a warm fragrance enveloped her, entwining between her fingers.

He rested his chin on her neck and shoulder as if no one else was around, inhaled the fragrance of her hair, and said indifferently, "Smash it!"

The voice just fell.

The men in suits immediately swarmed forward, their ferocity overwhelming, and pounced on the thugs.

An Hemao took the lead, his eyes only on Zhao Haidao.

With a roar, like a raging bear, it charged straight at him.

You son of a bitch!

I've been wanting to get rid of you for a long time!

Chapter 98 Devastated

The moment the two sides clashed, the situation became one-sided.

Despite the large number of thugs on the other side, they really were just a lot of people.

It's not that it's weak, but it's definitely not strong at all.

They were easily subdued by Ding Xin's ruthless thugs in just one exchange.

How easy is it?

It was so easy that the thugs didn't even need to draw their daggers; they could just use their bare hands.

more than this.

He even snatched the opponent's bat with his own hand and started hitting it wildly.

Like his mother beating dogs, he beat them until they howled in pain...

Honestly, this scene is quite comical...

If the Fuqing faction's subordinates are all thugs of this caliber, then they really aren't worth Ding Xin's attention.

Yawned.

Ding Xin then turned his attention to Anhemao.

To be fair, that guy named Zhao Haidao is actually quite skilled.

At first glance, it seems that the two, An Hema and An Hema, are evenly matched, going toe-to-toe...

At this moment, Wu Xiuyan, who was in his arms, shifted her body.

She said in a sweet voice, "This Zhao Haidao used to be one of the two leaders under Du Yuanfeng. He was ruthless and vicious. After Du Yuanfeng fell, he directly joined the Yang brothers."

"Really? Those two guys surnamed Yang are so trusting of him?"

Ding Xin was somewhat surprised.

If it were him, he definitely wouldn't accept such a traitor.

"No, that's not it. Remember the other leader I mentioned earlier? Not long after Du Yuanfeng was arrested, he went to prison as well."

Wu Xiuyan paused for a moment, then continued, "That man was extremely loyal to Du Yuanfeng. There are rumors that Zhao Haidao is involved in his imprisonment."

I see...

So it turns out he's just paid his dues, it's another one of those damn Do Seung-woos.

Do Seung-woo in prison: "?"

While the two were chatting, the battle on Ankhmao's side was nearing its end.

...

"Xiba!"

Zhao Haidao roared, veins bulging on his forehead, as he swung his baseball bat with all his might.

Ankhmao, on the other hand, remained calm and unhurried.

He dodged with agile footwork and managed not to be touched once.

Seeing that Zhao Haidao's movements were becoming increasingly erratic...

Anhemao seized the opportunity, dodging the horizontal swing of the baseball bat with a quick dive.

At the same time, a tricky uppercut struck him hard in the ribs.

With a severe blow to his ribs, Zhao Haidao's baseball bat slipped from his hand and he staggered back a few steps, clutching his stomach.

In an attempt to relieve the pain...

However, Ankhmao's attack did not end there...

He pushed off with his foot, quickly closing the distance to Zhao Haidao, and delivered a fierce left hook to Zhao's chin.

It's not over yet!

Taking advantage of Zhao Haidao's dizziness.

Anhe reached out his right hand, grabbed him by the neck, and clenched his left fist, slamming it hard into his face.

It continuously unleashed its anger like cannonballs...

One, two, three...

Wild and violent!

...

"Not bad! My training was indeed very effective!"

Ding Xin watched this scene with a hint of satisfaction.

His face was beaming with pride!

To know.

An Hemao's current skills were all honed by Ding Xin's own punches, one after another...

All that blood and sweat was not shed in vain.

Anhemao: "Thank you so much, boss!"

...

the other side.

Even with his thick skin, Zhao Haidao couldn't withstand this barrage of criticism.

His entire face was visibly covered in blood, thick blood!

Soon, his eyes rolled back and he fainted.

He slammed it down twice more.

Ankhmao finally stopped swinging his fist.

After confirming that the man in her hand had completely lost consciousness, she released him.

Without Ankhmao's support.

Zhao Haidao collapsed to the ground with a thud, his fate unknown...

With Zhao Haidao's fall, the group of thugs he brought with him completely gave up resisting.

Although they couldn't really resist anyway.

...

ended.

Ding Xin patted Wu Xiuyan on his lap, signaling her to get up.

He then stood up and stretched comfortably.

He staggered over to An Hemao's side, glancing at Zhao Haidao, who was slumped on the ground...

His face was covered in blood, and it was fucking disgusting!

He frowned in disdain.

He glanced at the group of thugs.

At this moment, they were already squatting by the wall, their hands covering their heads, looking as obedient as could be.