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

next moment.

Yin Junxiong dropped his pistol to the ground, screamed in pain, and pressed down on his injured right hand.

If you have good eyesight, you'll notice that along with the pistol, a bloodstained finger also fell to the ground.

"Fuck you! Anyone who doesn't want to die, get the hell out of here!"

Ding Xin roared and charged forward.

Li Zicheng followed closely behind.

The crowd on the road, regardless of friend or foe, quickly made way for them...

Chapter 71 You're Not Convinced

"Damn it! You little bastard!"

Ding Xin went up and immediately hit a big hole.

His strength was immense; the slap left Yin Junxiong dizzy and knocked him to his knees.

Li Zicheng, with keen insight, picked up the pistol that had fallen to the ground.

He then brandished his pistol and shouted, "You bastards from Dongdaemun and all the people from Beidaemun, get down and put your hands on your heads!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than the sound of weapons clattering to the ground rang out.

Then all the black kids squatted down with their heads in their hands, not daring to move.

They all knew Lee Ja-sung; Yoon Joon-woong had already fallen, so there was no need to fight alongside him any longer...

Only then did Li Zicheng breathe a sigh of relief. From this moment on, the mission here was considered complete, and now he just had to wait for news from Ding Qing.

The henchmen of the Faith Faction also realized what was happening.

They excitedly carried their weapons and wandered around, kicking anyone they didn't like, clearly venting their anger.

Since no one is in a strong position, those who were kicked down could only dare to be angry but dare not speak out.

It took Yin Junxiong a while to recover.

He pressed his severed finger tightly, looked up, and glared at Ding Xin with murderous intent.

The two had never met, but he had already heard of Ding Xin's name.

If it weren't for him, I wouldn't have suffered such a crushing defeat today.

I just regret that I missed with that shot!

Damn it!

"Damn it, what kind of look is that?"

Ding Xin kicked him to the ground, pressed a pistol tightly against his forehead, and taunted, "You're not convinced?"

"Damn it..."

Yin Junxiong's face was still fierce, but he didn't dare to talk back, he just breathed heavily.

Ding Xin gave the other party a mocking look, then suddenly reached to his waist and pulled out a large, dog-legged knife.

brush!

After a flash of cold, sharp light.

"what!"

Yin Junxiong let out a scream, cold sweat pouring down his forehead, his two hands pinned to the ground by the kukri.

The younger brother, who was originally squatting on the ground, felt a little sorry for him.

Some of them even tried to stand up, but were stopped by the dark muzzle of Li Zicheng's gun.

Seeing this, the henchmen of the Faith Faction immediately stepped forward and started punching and kicking those tough guys.

Immediately, the others squatting on the ground lowered their heads and dared not say a word.

"Come on, tell me, are you not convinced?" Ding Xin asked with a smile.

As he spoke, he lit a cigarette.

As the saying goes, "A cigarette after the battle is like being in heaven."

"Damn it, you'll regret this!"

Yin Junxiong's face was full of violence as he stared at Ding Xin with murderous intent.

Despite being a minor leader in a major sect in Peking University, he still had some backbone.

"That's it..."

Ding Xin admired his courage; it had been a long time since anyone had dared to be so arrogant in front of him.

He slowly exhaled a puff of smoke, then suddenly shoved the cigarette butt against Yin Junxiong's face.

The intense pain made him lean back uncontrollably, but his hands, firmly pinned to the spot, prevented him from doing so.

However, he remained silent.

"He's actually got some guts!" Ding Xin laughed.

"I fucking love people like you who have guts."

After saying that, he grabbed the hilt of the knife and drew a half circle.

The excruciating pain of the ruptured wound became unbearable for Yin Junxiong.

"Stop, stop! What do you want?"

Yin Junxiong was panting heavily, his voice weak.

Pshaw, that's all?

I've only drawn a rainbow, I haven't even drawn a dragon yet!

With a sneer, Ding Xin turned to look at Li Zicheng and laughed, "This guy isn't very good at playing around."

Li Zicheng felt a chill run down his spine.

If everyone acted like you, how many people could withstand your antics?

"So, how about we just take him out?" Ding Xin asked with a smile.

"Not for now. I just sent a message to my older brother. We'll talk about it after he's finished with his side," Li Zicheng replied.

Just as he finished speaking, Li Zicheng's phone rang.

"Big brother!"

"Yes, things are going relatively smoothly on our end."

"Yes, President Ding is fine too."

“Yin Junxiong is still alive, right next to me.”

"okay, got it."

Li Zicheng hung up the phone and walked up to Ding Xin with a happy expression: "Big Brother has also taken care of things. He wants us to bring Yin Junxiong to the warehouse to meet up."

Wow, Ding Qing's speed is pretty good.

In fact, Ding Qing's side finished much faster than his side.

It can only be said that Cheng Zhiyong, the leader of the Peking University sect, underestimated Ding Qing, while Ding Qing overestimated his former leader.

Ding Xin nodded with a smile: "Then let's go."

He beckoned a few of the underlings to come to him.

Fortunately, none of their injuries were too serious; they truly deserve to be the people I've been focusing on developing.

"By the way, what should we do with these people from the Northern and Eastern sects?" Ding Xin asked, turning his head.

“My brother has already sent people over,” Li Zicheng replied.

"Alright, then I'll leave it to you." Ding Xin shrugged.

"You guys."

Ding Xin then pointed at Jin Mingzhe and the others: "You guys stay here and clean up the scene. You know what to do, right?"

The group replied in unison, "We know, don't worry, big brother!"

Ding Xin nodded, then solemnly said, "Make sure the handover is done properly, and also give me a detailed count of all our casualties."

"Pass on my words: I, Ding Xin, will not let any of my brothers suffer!"

"Yes, brother!" the group replied solemnly.

At Ding Xin's signal, Jin Mingzhe took the pistol that Li Zicheng handed him.

Although it wasn't explicitly stated, he was the temporary person in charge on site.

"An Hye-mo and Oh Tae-sik, come with me. The rest of you, go about your business!"

Ding Xin waved his hand, signaling them to disperse.