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

Wow, many of them are familiar faces.

Upon seeing who it was, Zhang Qian's eyes were filled with contempt as he sneered, "Damn it, so you only have a handful of people. Now it's my turn to admire you."

That's fucking hilarious!

A wicked smile crept across Ding Xin's lips.

"Now that the atmosphere has been built up to this point, if we don't make a move, people will think that I, Ding Xin, am afraid of you!"

After saying that, he suddenly stood up and overturned the entire table.

"Damn it, you son of a bitch Zhang Qian, An Chengtai is waiting for you in the underworld!"

The fuse of battle has been lit.

The melee has begun!

The two sides immediately clashed.

The gangsters trained by Zhang Qian are indeed different.

They didn't even use conventional weapons like baseball bats; everyone was carrying either bayonets or hand axes.

Actually, they're quite easy to tell apart.

Those carrying bayonets were originally from the Viper Faction, while those carrying hand axes were the men Zhang Qian brought from Changyuan.

When the king faced off, Zhang Qian didn't move, and neither did he.

Unfortunately, while he may think this way, others may not share his casual attitude.

The next moment, several thugs, their eyes gleaming with malice, approached him together.

Ding Xin spotted them, glanced at them, and saw they were all former members of the Viper Faction, those bastards!

He then angrily cursed, "Damn it, you bunch of traitors, you still want to kill me now!"

The group of people who had gathered around paused for a moment.

A fleeting look of hesitation crossed his face, but he steeled himself and made up his mind.

Seeing this, Wu Taizhi immediately moved over and lured away the two traitors.

The others roared and charged directly at Ding Xin.

I fucking admire your courage!

Ding Xin reached out his right hand and swept it from his waist, and a gleaming kukri appeared in his hand.

"Shh!"

With a flash of light, the thug's right hand, along with his knife, fell to the ground.

The next second, he fell to his knees, clutching his severed hand and screaming in agony.

Ding Xin dodged another bayonet attack with a swift movement, then suddenly closed in and delivered a vicious elbow strike to the heart.

The man suffered a severe abdominal injury, coughed up a mouthful of bitter water, and immediately turned into a shrimp-like shape.

Ding Xin pressed his advantage, grabbed the man by the neck, and slammed him down hard on the third traitor who was charging at him.

Extremely violent!

The traitors nearby, seeing this, narrowed their eyes.

Ding Xin is so powerful, how come I didn't know that before?

They instinctively began to back away.

But the thugs with hand axes nearby didn't care about that. They had followed Zhang Qian for a long time and were much more vicious!

Without a second thought, he filled the gap and swung an axe down on his head.

Ding Xin twirled his blade, severing his opponent's tendons with a swift stroke and a flick, and sent his axe flying.

At the same time, he slammed the knife handle hard into the thug's face, causing blood to gush out.

Following a glimpse from the corner of his eye, he raised his right foot and delivered a powerful roundhouse kick to the head of another thug who was trying to sneak up on him, instantly knocking him out.

At this point, only one thug remained who had been surrounding him.

A wicked smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

Ding Xin quickly stepped forward, kicked off, and slammed his knee down. His opponent didn't even have time to react before being sent flying several meters away and collapsing to the ground.

The whole process was incredibly fast.

It sounds complicated, but in reality, it took less than a minute, and several figures were lying haphazardly around Ding Xin.

Wherever his gaze fell, the enemy retreated...

"call--"

He breathed a sigh of relief; now he even had the leisure to check on the condition of Kim Myung-cheol and the others.

It's alright. Although I have some bruises, they are all minor injuries.

"Useless, useless, all of you are fucking useless!"

Seeing that his underlings were so useless, Wei Chengluo couldn't sit still any longer. He drew his axe and charged towards Ding Xin.

Yang Tai followed closely behind.

Ding Xin smiled, and without even looking, he stabbed the dog-leg knife into the stomach of one of the thugs who had attacked him.

Then, without stopping, they went straight ahead.

With a wave of his hand, a black metal baton shot out from his sleeve.

It slammed into Wei Chengluo's axe blade with tremendous force.

Not only that...

After smashing the hand axe away, the baton, still carrying considerable momentum, struck Wei Chengluo directly in the face.

This pup is so ugly, let's give him some plastic surgery!

That blow was too brutal; it dented his face and broke his nose. The intense pain made him lose consciousness instantly.

Then Ding Xin dodged Yang Tai's follow-up attack by sidestepping, grabbed Yang Tai's right hand holding the knife, twisted his arm, and plunged the knife into Yang Tai's abdomen.

He took two steps back, raised the baton in one hand, and swung it at Yang Tai, who was now curled up like a shrimp, smashing it down on the back of his head with a loud thud. Yang Tai instantly collapsed to the ground, his life hanging in the balance.

Hey.

When you call others trash, don't you ever look at your own character?

He spat out a mouthful of saliva, and only then did he look at Zhang Qian again, but what came into view was a hand axe flying towards him at lightning speed.

Without time to think, Ding Xin staggered two steps in an instant, narrowly avoiding the attack.

Damn it, that bastard is really cunning, using an axe as a hidden weapon, almost capsizing the boat!

In that short moment, Zhang Qian had already taken the opportunity to get in front of him.

He raised his hand axe high and brought it down fiercely on Ding Xin.

Xiba!

There was even an axe.

However, he's still too inexperienced!

One hand, arriving late but striking first, grabbed Zhang Qian's wrist.

Ding Xin used this opportunity to steady himself, and then twisted his body forcefully.

"what!"

With a piercing scream, Zhang Qian's arm went limp, and the axe in his hand fell to the ground.

But Zhang Qian is Zhang Qian; even so, his viciousness remains unchanged.

Despite the excruciating pain, he seized an opening and delivered a vicious headbutt, aiming straight for Ding Xin's face.

Well done!

Ding Xin simply tilted his head, and at the same time, a clever force appeared in his hand, turning Zhang Qian around so that he was facing the window instead of Ding Xin.

Zhang Qian realized what was happening in an instant and tried to struggle, but it was too late.

A large hand pressed down on the back of his head, and then a tremendous force struck, propelling Zhang Qian straight forward.

next moment.

With a loud bang, the windowpane shattered...

Chapter 20 The Demise of the Black Dragon Sect

"Crash!"

Du Chengyu, who had been anxiously waiting outside the restaurant, suddenly heard the sound of glass breaking.

I subconsciously looked up, but was instantly terrified and my hair stood on end.

A bloodied human head hung outside the window, an indescribably gruesome sight...