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

Smack my lips, what brand is this wine? It's quite sweet.

A moment later, a henchman rushed in from outside the door, walked up to Zhao Pengshu, and whispered a few words in his ear.

Zhao Pengshu gave Ding Xin, who was looking around, a deep look, nodded, and gave him a few instructions.

"What? Why are you staring at me?" Ding Xin said with a mocking smile.

"who are you?"

Zhao Pengshu asked with a grim face, "What do you want?"

You probably haven't heard of my name.

Ding Xin replied calmly, "What I want is very simple: an explanation."

"What explanation do you want?" Zhao Pengshu pressed.

Ding Xin pointed to Wu Taizhi beside him and said slowly, "You didn't keep your promise to me as your brother, so you have to give back what he lost."

After a pause, Ding Xin grinned and said, "Isn't that fair?"

"Hmph, damn it, I wonder what I should give him back?" Zhao Pengshu laughed, but his smile was eerie.

“Territory, ten years of youth, and one hand,” Ding Xin said, enunciating each word clearly.

For a moment, the entire nightclub was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

half an hour.

Zhao Pengshu sneered, "Territory, youth, my hand? Who do you think you are? Heh, Changwu, go tell them who's in charge here!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a man with an angry expression suddenly stood up.

He pointed at Ding Xin, but his gaze was fixed on Wu Taizhi. He shouted angrily, "Damn it, Wu Taizhi, where did you find this madman?"

Before he could finish speaking, a wine glass slammed into his face with a loud crash, splattering blood everywhere.

At the same time, Ding Xin said arrogantly, "What kind of class do you have that you dare to point at me?"

"Damn it, kill him!"

Stunned by the blow, Li Changwu covered his face and roared angrily, ordering his underlings to immediately take action.

At his command, a dozen or so henchmen swarmed forward, and the entire nightclub instantly erupted into chaos.

"Xiba!!!"

One of the henchmen, probably seeing that his side outnumbered them, confidently charged to the front.

He leaped up from two or three steps away and threw a punch.

Ding Xin smiled dismissively.

He simply dodged to the side, then leaned slightly forward and delivered a powerful knee strike with his right leg.

boom!

With a muffled thud, the weakling clutched his stomach and collapsed to the ground with a cry of pain.

Then, with a swift movement, he dove left and right, his fists raining down like cannonballs on every thug who dared to approach.

For a time, not a single person was able to reach him.

"Xiba!"

Wu Chunzhi was prepared to take action before he arrived, and having already been drinking, he officially entered "mad dog mode".

Unlike Ding Xin, his fighting style was more inclined towards street fighting techniques.

When surrounded by multiple attackers, he didn't have Ding Xin's agile movement; instead, he resorted to a strategy of trading blows for blows.

He could withstand other people's punches without falling, but those thugs couldn't withstand his iron fists.

Soon, the thugs realized they were no match for the enemy with their bare hands and pulled out their weapons.

Ding Xin easily dodged one of the attackers, grabbed the man's hand holding the wooden baseball bat, twisted his arm, and the bat was in his hand.

He took two steps back, gripped the baseball bat with both hands, and smashed it down on his head.

boom!

With a muffled thud, the thug collapsed to the ground without making a sound.

He laughed and twirled the stick, then turned to look at Wu Taizhi, who was still throwing punches. He noticed that Wu Taizhi didn't use the weapon he had taken; he just threw it at people.

Ding Xin shook his head. He really thought he was a mad dog.

Time passed by minute by minute.

The number of enemies still standing on the field is decreasing.

Under Zhao Pengshu's shocked gaze, Ding Xin drew closer and closer to him.

Soon, they arrived in front of him.

"You just said you wanted to tell me who's in charge here?" Ding Xin said with a half-smile.

Then, with a swift movement, he kicked the man to the ground, took two steps forward, and stepped on his chest with slight force.

"what!"

Zhao Pengshu let out a scream and struggled desperately.

Ding Xin looked down at Zhao Pengshu, his right foot like a mountain, no matter how Zhao Pengshu struggled, he could not escape.

When the henchmen saw that their boss was in trouble, they immediately prepared to come to his rescue.

Ding Xin glanced at him and gave a disdainful smile.

Then, with a flick of his right hand to his waist, a kukri appeared in his hand.

Find the right moment and strike hard.

The sharp kukri pierced through Zhao Pengshu's shoulder and embedded itself deeply into the floor.

"what!"

Zhao Pengshu let out an even more shrill scream.

When the others in the nightclub saw that Zhao Pengshu was in trouble, they all stopped what they were doing and dared not continue.

Wu Taizhi, dragging his wounded body, staggered over to Ding Xin's side to stand guard.

Ding Xin looked around, then looked down at him with a smile and asked, "Come on, tell me now, who's in charge here?"

"Damn it, you'll regret this!"

Zhao Pengshu stared at Ding Xin with a look of utter resentment, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

"Would I regret it?"

Ding Xin smiled contemptuously, then pulled out a dog-leg knife from his sleeve.

He crouched down, brandished the sharp blade in front of him, and said sneer, "Are you sure?"

Zhao Pengshu swallowed hard and remained silent.

Pretty tough, huh?

The next moment, Ding Xin suddenly struck out, grabbed Zhao Pengshu's wrist, and with a flash of light, chopped off one of his fingers.

"Ah! Damn it! My hand!"

At this moment, Zhao Pengshu could no longer hold on and let out a heart-wrenching scream...

Chapter 10, let me hear two more harsh words.

"A madman, a complete madman..."

This is the common voice of everyone present.

"Let me hear a couple more tough words," Ding Xin said with a smile, exhaling a smoke ring.

Zhao Pengshu's cheeks twitched, but he didn't dare to say a word; he was genuinely scared.

"laugh!"

With a sneer, Ding Xin turned to Wu Taizhi and said with a smile, "Have Zhao Bingjin bring the things over."

Wu Taizhi nodded and immediately dialed Zhao Bingjin's number.

When Zhao Bingjin arrived, he found the nightclub in complete disarray.

The once arrogant gang members are now squatting in the corner, not daring to utter a sound.

Li Changwu, too, was crouching in a corner with his hands behind his head.

Zhao Bingjin limped over to Ding Xin, bowed deeply at a ninety-degree angle, and respectfully called out, "Big Brother!"

This "elder brother" was both unexpected and perfectly reasonable.

Ding Xin nodded, took the already prepared contract, and casually flipped through it.

so little?

A farmers' market, a karaoke bar, a disco, two massage parlors, plus this Oracle Nightclub, and of course, that sunflower field.