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

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Zhao Pengshu wasn't doing a good job as the boss; if I remember correctly, he had a crippled driver under him.

His leg was crippled because of Zhao Pengshu, yet he was never given a prominent position.

This person still has some conscience.

He has helped Dezi's family more than once, both openly and secretly.

Unfortunately, both Oh Tae-sik and Deok-ja were too old-fashioned back then...

This person should be able to...

As I pondered, a strong sense of sleepiness washed over me...

...

"Ah! Help!"

The sudden cries for help startled Ding Xin from his sleep.

He opened his eyes.

He looked around, somewhat dazed.

Nothing seemed amiss, yet the faint shouts continued to drift in.

He frowned, listened intently, and it seemed to be coming from the direction of the living room; the voice sounded familiar.

"Oh no! Something's happened! It's my right to claim this title!"

"Pah, no, I mean sister-in-law."

Ding Xin quickly got up and rushed to the living room, wondering to himself, "Could it be those guys from Seoul chasing after us?"

...

The room is not far from the living room.

With Ding Xin's current physical condition, he arrived at the scene in just a few seconds.

At a glance.

Three strangers appeared in the living room.

Two of them were clumsily trying to control their sister-in-law.

However, his sister-in-law struggled so fiercely that the two of them couldn't control her for a while.

I could only try to cover her mouth to stop her from screaming...

Compared to the sister-in-law's side.

Dezi's situation is not optimistic.

now.

Her neck was wrapped with a strong nylon rope.

The other end of the rope was being pulled taut, clearly indicating an intention to kill.

Let's save this one first.

His face turned purple; if it had been any later, he probably would have been strangled to death...

Ding Xin quickly took a few steps forward, got close, and kicked the assassin in the face, sending him flying to the side.

Ding Xin didn't use too much force in that kick.

The assassin kept a tight grip on the rope the whole time, afraid that pulling too hard would cause Dezi's cervical spine to dislocate due to inertia.

After all, that woman is not young.

The taut nylon rope loosened, and Dezi, now free, breathed in the fresh air.

Only those who are on the verge of death can truly appreciate the beauty of being alive.

"Xiba!"

Upon seeing this, the two men who were still controlling their sister-in-law immediately changed their target and pounced on Ding Xin from the front and back.

Ding Xin, who is now considered a minor expert, could tell at a glance that the two were unsteady on their feet.

"They're just two ordinary thugs."

Ding Xin smiled dismissively.

Facing the first thug who rushed at him.

With just a small side step, he easily dodged his wild punch.

Following the gap.

He delivered a powerful straight punch to his abdomen.

For ordinary people, the feeling of suffocation is unbearable once the vulnerable abdomen is hit.

This thug is no exception.

The severe blow caused him to collapse to his knees instantly, only able to exhale but not inhale.

Ding Xin's attack was certainly not over.

Then came a whip kick that knocked him unconscious.

A quick glance out of the corner of my eye.

Ding Xin slightly dodged the small jab from another thug.

at the same time.

With his left fist clenched, he delivered a powerful swing punch that slammed into the thug's chin.

next second.

The thug rolled his eyes, his face bare, and lay flat on the ground.

at this time.

The thug who was kicked down by Ding Xin has recovered.

He stood up, drew a bayonet from his waist, and glanced at his two unconscious companions.

Swallowed.

Forcibly suppressing the fear in his heart, he shouted loudly, "Hey, who are you?"

"laugh!"

Seeing his blustering but cowardly appearance, Ding Xin sneered and staggered over to him with small, zig-like steps typical of Sanda (Chinese kickboxing).

He feinted with his left fist, then swung his right fist at the opponent's head, knocking him out once again.

Less than a minute.

The three thugs all collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

"I'm awesome!"

Ding Xin looked smug after finishing his work.

The woman standing next to her covered her mouth in surprise, her heart pounding.

"Amazing!"

She truly hadn't expected Ding Xin to be so skilled.

In fact.

This was merely Ding Xin's first test.

If it weren't for the fact that I deliberately used a little trick and spent a little more time, it would probably have only taken a few seconds.

He flicked off any non-existent dust from his body.