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

Guro District, Garibong Cave.

Intelligence outpost.

As soon as he hung up the phone, Gasoline called out to the other three people in the room, "Cooking oil, salad oil, rapeseed oil, how's it going on your end? Any new news?"

"not yet!"

“I’m here too…”

The answers were cooking oil and rapeseed oil, while salad oil was still on the phone.

These four men are brothers and used to be small-time intelligence brokers in Seoul.

Gasoline and cooking oil can be mixed reasonably well, but rapeseed oil and salad oil are not suitable.

For a time, they couldn't make ends meet and even went to South Vietnam...

Later, Ding Xin's Faith Faction rose to power.

Gasoline brought back salad oil and rapeseed oil from South Vietnam.

He assembled a group of people to work under Ding Xin.

Specializing in intelligence gathering.

Having grown alongside the Xinyi Faction and with the backing of Ding Xin's influence, the four of them are now considered minor figures in Seoul's intelligence circles.

"Oh dear, we don't usually have any dealings with those bastards, so we really can't find out their whereabouts in a short time..."

The complaints came from the salad oil.

Clearly, he didn't get any useful information from that phone call.

"Yes, time is too tight..."

The cooking oil responded in a muffled voice.

"Brother Gasoline, could you talk to Executive Director Ding and ask for a little more time..."

Rapeseed oil was offered cautiously.

"Stop saying such meaningless things!"

With a stern face, Gasoline said irritably, "We only have five hours left. We absolutely have to find out where that Wan guy's stronghold is!"

"If we can't even handle this simple matter, what will Director Ding think of us in the future?"

Compared to others, gasoline believed that it was the one who understood Ding Xin the most.

It all started with setting up the Gari Peak Cave together.

If others' impression of Ding Xin is that he is loyal, ruthless, and has strong hard power.

They would only scoff at the idea of ​​gasoline.

What I admire most about gasoline is Ding Xin's cunning.

Back then, when he was in North Gyeongsang Province and had no connections, he used his words to create chaos in the entire Garibong-dong area.

Later, he staged a triumphant return.

It is precisely because of this mindset and courage.

While admiring gasoline, it also felt a deep sense of fear.

He dared not disobey Ding Xin's instructions in the slightest, let alone bargain.

Isn't that asking for trouble?

"Get the kids moving; if that doesn't work, we'll have to resort to the brute force..."

"The area where that group surnamed Wan frequently hangs out is Enping District..."

"Let's focus our main efforts on Enping District and the surrounding major districts..."

"Snakes have their paths, and rats have their burrows!"

"I refuse to believe they won't leave a single clue..."

Say it.

Gasoline's gaze swept over the group present, and he added, "Don't forget, for all this time, we've been taking money for free..."

What he meant was simple.

Ding Xin was willing to support them because he believed they had value.

If things go wrong this time and we fail to satisfy Ding Xin...

Then their good days are over...

......

Operating room.

Kim Jisoo opened her eyes groggily.

What comes into view are the old lights with a slightly reddish tint and the ceiling with some mold spots.

It's a bit blurry.

The surroundings were eerily quiet, with a faint, almost imperceptible smell of blood in the air.

It smells bad.

It made her instinctively hold her breath.

Her mind was still a little foggy, and she could feel that her thinking was very sluggish.

It took her a long time to piece together the scattered memories in her mind.

It all started with being kidnapped.

She went to let her husband know she was safe.

Finally, he was forcibly injected with an unknown liquid and lost consciousness...

As consciousness gradually returned, she moved her body with some difficulty.

I want to see what my current environment is like.

It looks like an operating room; she's lying on the operating table right now.

Then, she saw a little girl huddled in the corner next to the disinfection cabinet across from her.

Besides herself and herself, there was no one else in the room.

At that moment, the little girl was pouting and looking at him pitifully.

Her aggrieved appearance naturally evoked a feeling of pity in people.

Under the influence of maternal instinct.

Kim Jisoo wanted to speak up and ask a question.

But his throat felt incredibly dry, and he couldn't make a sound for a moment.

He licked his equally dry lips.

Kim Jisoo swallowed hard the mouthful of saliva that had just been secreted.

My dry throat felt much better immediately.

"Little friend, who are you?"

Kim Jisoo finally asked the question, but his voice lacked its usual crispness.

His voice was hoarse, like the strains of a broken erhu string.

The little girl didn't say anything, but just huddled even tighter in the corner.

"Little friend, do you know where you are?"

Kim Jisoo then asked.

This time, the little girl remained silent, but she did give a response.

She shook her head.

That's to be expected.

Kim Jisoo sighed inwardly; her thinking still felt sluggish.

Her two questions were utterly meaningless in this environment.

It's obvious to anyone with a brain that a poor little girl would appear in a place where a criminal gang gathers.

They must have been kidnapped.

Does it matter who it is? Does it matter where it is?

She herself is in deep trouble, how could she possibly help this little girl?

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but sigh.

Kang Dong-cheol, come save me!

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