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

"Oh."

Ding Xin gave a faint "oh".

He thought it was something serious, just this?

It's just two pieces of trash put together, so it's not trash anymore?

To put it bluntly, unless they resort to underhanded tactics.

If it comes to a real, head-on fight, Ding Xin is not afraid of any challenge.

He has this confidence!

Ding Qing glanced at him with some surprise, then said carefully, "I'll try to spare some manpower for you, and have Zicheng lead them with you..."

"Need not!"

Ding Xin waved his hand, interrupting him, and said decisively, "You focus on dealing with Cheng Zhiyong, and just arrange someone to lead the way for me!"

Cheng Zhiyong is the key. If he gets away because Ding Qing doesn't have enough manpower, it will be a huge loss.

Ding Qing was slightly taken aback. Was he really that confident?

He stared intently at Ding Xindao: "Really not going to? You're okay?"

"no problem!"

Ding Xin spoke with certainty, his voice booming.

Then, as if remembering something, he said, "There's something I need to know: these bastards of mine don't know their own strength when they go out. What about the cleanup?"

"Go ahead and do it! I guarantee no one will interfere with us tonight!"

This time, Ding Qing became more confident.

He smiled, his eyes unreadable: "Ah Xin, our money wasn't spent for nothing."

Ding Xin understood immediately.

This Ding Qing is indeed quite something.

"besides."

Ding Qing suddenly spoke up.

He then took a stack of documents from his henchman and handed them to Ding Xin.

"What is this?" Ding Xin asked.

"I've already had a lawyer draft the transfer agreement; you just need to sign it."

Ding Qing took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and said with a smile, "As the older brother, I'm giving you some reassurance in advance."

Ha ha!

If I had hesitated even for a moment, I probably wouldn't have seen this thing now.

Ding Xin gave him a deep look, then flipped through the documents in his hand with great interest.

The thick stack of documents contained the existing assets of the Peking University School, and the name of the transferor had already been signed—Ding Qing.

Ding Xin was delighted.

They haven't even reached the top of the Peking University sect yet, and they've already drafted the agreement?

This is some seriously outrageous behavior!

However, this only further proves Ding Qing's determination to win.

Ding Xin didn't stand on ceremony and tilted his head to the side. Wu Taizhi, with great insight, handed him a fountain pen.

These cultured people are different; they always carry a pen with them.

Swish swish!

With swift, flowing strokes of his pen, he finished signing off on this pile of documents.

He handed the signed documents and pen to Wu Taizhi, telling him to keep them safe.

Ding Xin's gaze shifted back to Ding Qing: "When do we begin?"

"What time is it?" Ding Qing asked, turning his head.

Li Zicheng looked at his wrist: "Brother, it's almost nine o'clock!"

"Okay! Zicheng, you'll be going with Axin this time," Ding Qing instructed.

"Yes, brother." Li Zicheng replied solemnly.

Ding Qing nodded slightly, then turned his gaze to Ding Xin: "Whether it's Yin Junxiong or those bastards from Dongdaemun, Zicheng knows them all well. With him around, things will be easier for you."

"I'm fine, what about you?" Ding Xin raised an eyebrow.

Whether he needs Li Zicheng or not is fine, but will Ding Qing have a problem without this combat power?

In the movie, they were inseparable.

"Damn it, don't underestimate your older brother!"

Ding Qing stubbed out his cigarette, stood up, patted Ding Xin on the shoulder, and said, "Xin, we're counting on you over there!"

Ding Xin chuckled, gave an OK sign, and joked, "If things aren't going well on your end, remember to call for help early, or you'll fucking kill yourself."

"Hey, damn it! Your mouth!"

Ding Qing gave him the middle finger.

Ding Xin chuckled, stood up, walked to Li Zicheng's side, and put his arm around his shoulder.

"Let's go, Brother Zicheng, I'm going to have to see your skills today!"

...

The scene shifts, and Ding Xin's convoy departs from the suburban warehouse in a grand procession, heading into the unknown under the cover of night...

Chapter 70 The Night is Red

After entering the urban roads of Longshan District, the vehicle soon turned into a narrow alley after several twists and turns.

I learned this from Li Zicheng.

The target, Yin Junxiong, is currently hosting a banquet at a farm on the outskirts of Longshan District.

The guests were still those same Dongdaemun bastards.

Ironically, the gang of thugs who were scattered by Ding Qing suddenly became guests of honor of that Yin Junxiong.

I have no idea what he's after.

This world is truly amazing.

When a huge manor came into view in the distance, a glint of greed flashed in Ding Xin's eyes.

Xiba!

This is the farm that Li Zicheng was talking about?

In Ding Xin's view, it's more like a secluded villa hotel than a farm.

It is somewhat similar to the landscape manor of later generations.

No wonder Li Zicheng said that this farm ranks among the top in the entire Beida Sect's industries.

But then I think about how one-third of this place will be mine in the future.

Ding Xin immediately burst into laughter.

At Ding Xin's signal, the convoy stopped directly at the main gate.

A group of people filed out of the car.

Something is wrong!

It's a bit too quiet!

The gate was tightly shut, and there wasn't a soul in the huge security room.

Ding Xin glanced at Li Zicheng beside him, only to see that he also looked bewildered.

There must be a demon in the abnormal situation.

Ding Xin gave a wink to a few of his underlings.

They immediately understood and directed their underlings to retrieve weapons from the trunk.

For a moment, the air was filled with the clanging and clattering of metal.

Ding Xin glanced at Li Zicheng beside him and asked, "Are you sure they're all here?"

Li Zicheng nodded.

That's exactly what he received; there's no reason for it to be wrong.

Ding Xin stood there for a moment, pondering. Then, a brilliant idea flashed in his mind. He beckoned to a nearby man and casually called over one of his underlings.

"Go get a van, smash the gate open, and drive in."