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

He didn't recognize who it was for a moment.

However, upon closer inspection, it can be recognized as Zhang Qian's face.

next moment.

Zhang Qian was pulled back by the people behind him. In the rush, Du Chengyu only caught a glimpse of a handsome face.

It's Ding Xin!

In the box.

After pulling Zhang Qian back, Ding Xin saw that he was already limp, so he let go of him without a care and stepped on him.

At the same time, he shouted into the chaotic private room, "Stop the fucking fighting!"

After a loud shout.

Everyone in the private room stopped what they were doing.

Leaving aside Ding Xin's group, the Black Dragon Sect's side also couldn't be ignored.

All three bosses have fallen. Even if we keep fighting, we still can't beat them!

Ding Xin glanced around the private room and paused for a moment when he saw President Guo and President Yuan huddled in the corner.

How could I have forgotten about them?

However, these two were quite clever; they kept their hands behind their heads and squatted in the corner without moving an inch, so they weren't affected at all in the chaos.

Ok?

Ding Xin suddenly felt some movement under his feet.

interesting.

He smiled nonchalantly, then suddenly exerted his strength and shoved Zhang Qian away.

Zhang Qian rolled on the ground a few times until he hit the wall and stopped.

"Xiba!"

His deep-seated wildness wouldn't allow him to lie down like that. He tried to get up several times but couldn't, and his face turned red from holding his breath.

Several Black Dragon Faction underlings who wanted to help him were scared away by Ding Xin's merciless gaze.

Finally, Zhang Qian, who had regained some strength, struggled to his feet, his face contorted in rage, his eyes bloodshot.

He stared intently at Ding Xin, his breathing becoming increasingly rapid.

"Damn it! Damn it! Do you know who I am? I'm Zhang Qian from Harbin, you little bastard!"

He roared and howled, gathering all his strength to charge at Ding Xin once more.

remarkably brave.

But what awaited him was a powerful, heavy kick from Ding Xin.

Zhang Qian was sent flying backward again, crashing into the wall.

Before he could get up again, Ding Xin approached first and swung his iron fist, smashing it heavily into his face.

Then, grabbing his long, disheveled hair, she pulled him up and slammed him against the wall.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

a bit.

Two times.

Three times.

Ding Xin remained expressionless, mechanically performing the repetitive actions.

Everyone in the private room fell silent, and time seemed to stretch on endlessly...

The yellow wallpaper on the wall was gradually stained red with blood, the color deepening as it grew, like blooming roses, radiating a bewitching and alluring hue...

I do not know how long it has been.

Ding Xin grabbed Zhang Qian by the hair, turning his scarred face toward him, and whispered, "What did you just say? Hmm?"

Seeing that he did not react, Ding Xin raised his empty left hand again.

clap clap!

After slapping him twice, Ding Xin roared, "You damn bastard, say something!"

His pupils were unfocused, and he remained silent.

Ding Xin then casually shook his hair as if he were playing with a toy.

They only let go of him after confirming that he had completely lost consciousness.

Zhang Qian knelt on the ground, his hands hanging limply at his sides, his head pressed firmly against the wall, having completely lost consciousness.

Ding Xin breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the bloodstains on his hands.

It's a bit sticky.

"What did he just say?"

Ding Xin squinted at the crowd present.

Everyone whose gaze swept over him lowered their heads, not daring to meet his eyes.

"Tell me, what did he just say?"

Ding Xin casually pointed to a Black Dragon Faction henchman in the arena.

"I...I didn't hear it."

The young man's mind was a bit muddled, but his strong will to survive made him subconsciously try to avoid answering.

"Then you tell me, what did this damn bastard just say?" Ding Xin asked with a smile, having switched to a Black Dragon Sect henchman.

"I...I didn't hear it either."

laugh!

Haha!

Hahahaha!

Ding Xin first chuckled, then his laughter grew louder and more unrestrained. As he laughed, he walked to the window and called out, "Xi Ba, Du Chengyu, hurry up and come up!"

The moment Du Chengyu entered the private room, he felt his legs go weak.

Blood was everywhere, and several people lay scattered on the ground, some with severed arms and legs, others with faces covered in blood, all seemingly dead or wounded.

Among them was Zhang Qian, whom he both hated and feared!

He swallowed hard, then asked nervously, "Big brother, what should we do next?"

Du Chengyu's mind was in a bit of a mess, and he didn't even notice Ding Xin's slightly meaningful look.

"Here, take this."

Ding Xin smiled, handed Du Chengyu a dog-leg knife, then raised his chin at Zhang Qian on the ground without saying a word.

Du Chengyu instantly understood his meaning, but when the time came, he chickened out again.

Being able to inform Ding Xin was already his limit.

As for killing, he really doesn't dare...

The next moment, Du Chengyu's legs went weak, and he knelt down with a thud: "Big, Big Brother."

"No, please. I can't be your older brother."

Ding Xin smiled and patted his head: "I don't have a cowardly little brother like you."

Du Chengyu's face was ashen, and he was on the verge of collapse.

Ding Xin suddenly said, "If you can't do this, then you can do another one, right?"

Du Chengyu was taken aback, then nodded repeatedly: "Definitely, as long as it's not murder, whatever it is, just say the word!"

Despite the not-so-hot weather, beads of sweat kept seeping from his forehead, and his whole body was trembling.

Ding Xin took two steps closer, a half-smile on his face, and said, "I want you to take responsibility for everything here, is that alright?"

this...

Du Chengyu looked troubled. He turned his head and looked around. Would he have to squat here for a long time?

He licked his dry lips, and instinctively opened his mouth as if to say something...

But this time he met Ding Xin's cold gaze: "I gave you two choices, how about I give you another one? Do you want it?"

"No...no need, I'll do as you say."

Du Chengyu stammered, "I... what should I do?"

In the end, he chose to shoulder everything alone.

He's not stupid; at least, this way he can survive!

Ding Xin's expression changed, and a smile returned to his face. He affectionately put his arm around Du Chengyu's shoulder.