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

Everyone present was stunned.

What do you mean?

We're getting down to business, and you're thinking about sleeping?

Ding Xin pointed at Cheng Zhiyong and asked, "What's this nonsense about needing his signature? Can't we just chop off his finger and make him put his fingerprint on it?"

Ding Qing frowned and shook his head: "Some important industries require his personal signature and video recording, otherwise it will be very difficult to handle."

It turned out to be the case.

Upon hearing this, Ding Xin stroked his chin, then swiftly plunged the dog-leg knife into Cheng Zhiyong's thigh.

Amid his screams, he shook the hilt of his knife and asked, "What will happen to these businesses if he dies unexpectedly?"

“It will be inherited by one of his immediate family members,” Ding Qing replied.

"Are all his relatives from the Peking University faction?" Ding Xin asked again.

"No, the old man protected them very well; they were all ordinary people."

Ding Qing paused, seemingly lost in thought, and said, "You mean..."

"That makes it simple."

"If he refuses to sign, so be it. Just kill him, and then ask his family for the money. It's all property belonging to the Peking University faction. Do his family members even deserve it?"

"Now, old man, I'll give you three seconds. If you don't answer, you're dead. Don't worry, you can't take these businesses with you. Soon someone will come to join you."

Ding Xin raised an eyebrow, drew his kukri and held it directly to Cheng Zhiyong's neck, his cold gaze as if he were looking at a corpse.

Before Cheng Zhiyong could respond, he immediately began counting.

"three"

"two"

"One"

After Ding Xin finished counting, he swung the dog-leg knife in his hand and chopped it down towards his neck.

He is serious!

"I'll sign! I'll sign right now!"

Cheng Zhiyong and his chair fell down again.

He deliberately fell down this time, just to buy himself time to call out.

He was scared.

Ding Xin's eyes told him that Ding Xin was not threatening him, but was really prepared to do so.

If Ding Qing said that, he would dare to take the gamble.

But it was Ding Xin who said this.

He knew Ding Xin, the black kid who came from the Gari Peak Cave.

What is Gari Peak Cave?

That's a lawless place!

Even if they are both gangsters, they generally wouldn't bother with that place.

The population there is diverse.

Most of the gang members are also desperate criminals!

And this excessively young man is the king of that group...

Chapter 73 Ending

Cheng Zhiyong backed down.

The rest became simple.

At Ding Qing's signal, a man in a suit set up a video camera and began working.

Ding Xin guessed that he must be a lawyer.

To be fair, Ding Qing's preparations were quite thorough.

Ding Xin pulled up a chair and sat down by himself.

I leaned back comfortably in my chair, stretched out a big yawn, and let out a long sigh of relief.

Ding Qing dragged a chair over and sat down next to him, smiling as she asked, "What's wrong? Are you really tired?"

As he spoke, he offered him a cigarette.

Ding Xin reached out and took it, putting it in his mouth. He glanced at him sideways and said, "Isn't it all because you were dawdling? Can I go now?"

"Don't rush off. We've come this far, we should at least see it to the end, right?"

Ding Qing laughed heartily and offered to light it for him.

Ding Xin took a deep drag on his cigarette and said lazily, "Is there some other activity?"

Does going to sea count?

Ding Qing lit one for himself as well.

Going to sea?

Ding Xin quickly figured out what it meant.

Destroy corpses and destroy traces.

A scene that frequently appears in Korean films.

They kill people, throw them into oil drums, fill them with cement, then transport them to small fishing boats and take them out to sea, where they sink to the bottom of the sea after a certain distance.

Unknowingly.

To be honest, he'd never actually seen it before; today he could finally see it in person.

"Brother, I'm going out to make a phone call."

Li Zicheng appeared beside the two of them without them noticing.

"What? Calling your girlfriend to let her know you're safe?"

Ding Qing joked and waved his hand, saying, "Go ahead, go ahead."

Li Zicheng nodded slightly to the two of them and then strode away.

Ding Xin slowly exhaled a puff of smoke, squinting as he watched his retreating figure.

I'm afraid Li Zicheng's wife's surname is Jiang...

Outside the warehouse.

"Zicheng, what's up with calling so late?"

"Section Chief Jiang, didn't you receive my message?"

"what's the message?"

"Tonight's operation..."

"Oh, how is it? Is it over? You're not hurt, are you?"

"It's over. Ding Qing is preparing to get rid of Cheng Zhiyong. When are you coming?"

"Zicheng, it's no big deal if a few gangster pups die. It's getting late, let's talk about it later."

After saying that, the other end of the phone hung up.

At this moment, Li Zicheng gripped his busy phone tightly, his face filled with barely suppressed anger.

Inside the warehouse.

Ding Xin and Ding Qing continued their casual conversation.

"What are you going to do with that person?"

Ding Xin pointed at Yin Junxiong, who was huddled to the side: "Don't tell me you're just going to deal with him like this?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Ding Qing slapped his head: "Damn it, I almost forgot about this brat."

Ding Qing stood up and walked to Yin Junxiong, who had been silent for a while: "Hey, Junxiong, can you lend me some money?"

Yin Junxiong trembled as he said, "Fine, fine, as long as you don't kill me, I'll give you anything you want!"

Ding Qing grinned and said, "You're quite ugly, but you've got some pretty good ideas. You definitely can't stay, but your family can."

Yin Junxiong trembled even more violently.

I just don't know if he was scared or angry.

Or perhaps both.

He was silent for a moment, then resignedly asked, "Do you keep your word?"

"Aigoo, don't worry, I mean what I say, one billion per person!"