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

The henchmen of the Faith Faction, under the command of several minor leaders, began to get busy.

Leave the farm.

Ding Xin looked up at the starry sky; the moon tonight was unusually red.

He stretched out his hands and found that they were covered in blood.

Fortunately, it was all someone else's blood.

In just a short while.

An Hye-moo had already gotten into the driver's seat, while Oh Tae-sik and Lee Ja-sung helped Yoon Joon-woong to sit in the back seat.

The passenger seat was reserved for him.

That's normal. Do you expect him to be associated with that guy surnamed Yin?

"Big brother, shall we set off now?" Anhemao asked with a simple smile.

Because of the embarrassment he suffered in front of Ding Xin last time, he learned his lesson after recovering from his injury and has been strengthening his training ever since.

His hard work paid off.

Tonight, it's safe to say that, apart from Ding Xin, he was perhaps the one with the least severe injuries.

Ding Xin glanced at Yin Junxiong, whose hands were bound in the back seat.

I wanted to tease him, but I found that he didn't even have the courage to look me in the eye.

Not interesting.

With a smile, Ding Xin raised his chin and said, "Let's go."

"Yes."

The black sedan restarted and drove back the way it came.

Because of the hot weather.

The air conditioning was on inside the car, and the windows were closed.

However, all of them had bloodstains on them, and as time went on, the smell of blood inside the car became stronger and stronger.

Ding Xin couldn't stand it any longer, so he opened the car window to let the fresh, warm air from outside flow in and wash away the stale, bloody smell inside the car.

A slightly warm breeze gently caressed his face.

The camera made him squint.

He felt exceptionally comfortable, both physically and mentally...

Chapter 72: Giving in

It was already late at night when they arrived at the warehouse on the outskirts of Longshan District.

The surroundings were unusually quiet.

Ding Xin's car stopped at the entrance. As soon as he got out, he saw Ding Qing excitedly coming to greet him.

He spread his arms wide and shouted, "Hey, little brother, you've really had a tough time!"

Ding Xin shoved him away and patted his clothes with a look of disgust on his face.

I got goosebumps all over; it was really disgusting.

Li Zicheng also got out of the car and bowed respectfully, saying, "Big Brother."

Ding Qing didn't mind, turned his gaze to Li Zicheng, looked him up and down, and patted him on the shoulder, saying, "Well done!"

Li Zicheng's face also showed excitement.

Ding Xin beckoned to someone behind him, and Wu Taizhi pushed Yin Junxiong over.

The two leaders of the Northern Gate Sect met again.

Ding Qing still had that same carefree and irresponsible attitude.

Taking a few steps closer, he looked Yin Junxiong up and down, and said with a smile, "Aigoo, isn't this our Junxiong brother? What happened to you and you look so miserable?"

As she spoke, she went over and helped him brush the dust off his clothes.

Yin Junxiong shrank back, gritting his teeth as he said, "Ding Qing, you damned bastard, how dare you lay a hand on me! I won't let you get away with this!"

"Really? Don't rush, don't rush, your big brother is waiting for you."

Ding Qing laughed heartily, completely unconcerned, his tone filled with delight.

...

Inside the warehouse.

Ding Xin immediately spotted a small, old man, soaking wet, listlessly bound to a chair, his face covered in bruises.

Clearly, he had not had a good experience before.

Ding Xin guessed that he must be Cheng Zhiyong, the leader of the Peking University sect.

Perhaps it was because he had become a prisoner.

Ding Xin did not feel any pressure from him.

Only his gaze remained sharp, proud like a phoenix.

However, in Ding Xin's view...

At this moment, he looked more like a drenched wild chicken.

Ding Qing was beaming as he pushed Yin Junxiong by the shoulder and walked to Cheng Zhiyong.

He teased, "Boss, how's it going? My little brother brought Junxiong over to you. Is there anything you want to say to me?"

Cheng Zhiyong just stared straight at Yin Junxiong without saying a word.

Yin Junxiong also lowered his head and remained silent.

Nobody knows what they're thinking right now.

Seeing that Cheng Zhiyong remained silent, Ding Qing's smile faltered: "Hey, boss, don't you want to say anything?"

"Didn't you always expect Junxiong to come and save you? Look, now that he's here, you're not saying anything."

Cheng Zhiyong turned his gaze to Ding Qing, still remaining silent.

But there was a complex look in his eyes.

Ding Qing also felt a bit bored and his smile faded: "Old man, now that things have come to this, are you still going to insist?"

"Ding Qing, if you let me go now, I can pretend this never happened," Cheng Zhiyong finally said.

laugh!

Ding Qing scoffed, shoved Yin Junxiong aside, leaned down and stared into Cheng Zhiyong's eyes without saying a word, just watching quietly.

Cheng Zhiyong met his gaze without flinching.

Time passed by minute by minute.

Suddenly, Ding Xin keenly sensed a change.

Cheng Zhiyong's eyes began to dart away, and his expression became somewhat unnatural.

He is old after all.

Snapped!

Ding Qing suddenly slapped Cheng Zhiyong across the face.

Cheng Zhiyong was slapped so hard that he and his chair fell to the ground. Yin Junxiong, who was standing next to him, instinctively took a few steps back, but was held back by Li Zicheng.

Ding Qing squatted down, grabbed Cheng Zhiyong's somewhat gray hair, and lifted him up, chair and all.

The pain of his scalp being torn made Cheng Zhiyong let out a groan.

"You think I can't do anything to you just because you refuse to sign?"

Ding Qing's eyes were filled with hostility as he said, word by word, "Do you really want to force me to take things to the extreme?"

Of course, Cheng Zhiyong would not give in so easily.

Having been in the workforce since I was young, and having weathered so many storms over the years, I'm a seasoned veteran.

Now he's fallen, and even his most trusted underling has been arrested.

It's safe to say that there's no hope of escaping.

Now, only his existing businesses can save his life; they are his last straw.

If he signs these documents as Ding Qing demands, he will be completely worthless, and his fate is predictable.

"Brother Ding Qing."

Ding Xin's voice suddenly rang out, instantly attracting the attention of everyone in the warehouse.

He swaggered up to the two of them, carrying his kukri, yawned, and asked, "What are you two talking about? It's so late, can't you finish this soon?"

"Forehead..."