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

"Really...really."

"Pfft, you stupid brat."

Ding Xin laughed and cursed.

The more he looked at Ankhmao, the funnier he found it, but that was normal.

Imagine how it would feel if your boss suddenly came to your house for dinner one day, and you'll know his current state.

Just then, Ankhmao's phone rang.

He subconsciously looked at Ding Xin.

"Why the hell are you looking at me? If you have a phone call, answer it yourself."

"yes, Sir."

Anhemao took out his phone; it was an unfamiliar number.

"Hey?"

A furious voice came from the other end of the phone: "Move your damn car right now, you're blocking my way, you little bastard!"

After saying that, he hung up the phone directly.

Anhemao's temper flared up instantly, and he blurted out, "Damn it, you dog..."

Then, remembering that only the eldest brother was in the room, he forced himself to swallow the swear words that followed.

"What's wrong?" Ding Xin asked.

"I don't know who called and said my car was blocking the road," Anhemao explained, suppressing his anger.

"Okay, then let's move the car. I also need to go back now, can you give me a ride?"

After Ding Xin finished speaking, he stood up immediately.

Waiting indefinitely isn't going to work; let's talk about it later.

"yes, Sir."

Anhemao quickly opened the door first.

downstairs.

Anhom walked around his car and found that there wasn't a soul in sight.

He frowned and said angrily, "Damn it, this bastard is playing me for a fool? Don't let me find out who he is!"

Ding Xin remained silent, the scene before him seeming somewhat familiar.

really.

The next moment, a figure carrying an iron rod slowly walked over from a distance.

He was stunned when he saw Ding Xin, clearly not expecting that there would be another person here in the middle of the night.

But he quickly came to his senses and shouted, "Hey big oaf, what are you looking for? Move the car right now!"

His attitude was unusually arrogant.

interesting.

Ding Xin smiled knowingly, leaned against the car, lit a cigarette, and prepared to watch the show that was about to begin.

By the time he got here, he already knew who the figure was.

That's the psychopathic killer.

In the movie, this scene is a farce orchestrated by the psychopathic killer to frame Ankhmo.

Regardless, let's wait until Anhemao has given that bastard a good beating first.

"Xiba!"

Anhemao spat out a mouthful of broth, his clenched fists indicating he was on the verge of exploding.

He turned to Ding Xin and bowed, saying, "Brother, please wait a moment, I'll go teach that bastard a lesson!"

Ding Xin smiled, blew a smoke ring, and nodded: "Go..."

After receiving permission, Ankhmao didn't waste any more words.

His eyes flashed with a fierce light, he sneered, and strode towards the figure.

"Hey, you jerk, why haven't you moved your car yet..."

The man's tone remained arrogant, and as the two drew closer, he subconsciously took a step back.

Anhomor's lips curled into a contemptuous smile as he continued walking.

The man realized that his actions were a bit cowardly.

He took a deep breath, his face gradually contorted into a ferocious expression, and charged forward, swinging the iron bar at high speed.

"You little bastard!"

A hint of disdain flashed in Anhemao's eyes. He then used his right fist to smash it hard into the man's face.

"boom!"

The arrogant man was instantly knocked to the ground, his nose bleeding profusely.

The iron rod in his hand fell to the ground.

His strength cannot be described as weak, but it is certainly not strong at all.

Ding Xin, who was watching the show not far away, burst out laughing. To be honest, describing someone as a weakling was an insult to a weakling.

Ankhmao's anger had not yet been fully vented.

He stepped forward, grabbed the man's hair, and ignoring the man's cries of pain, slapped him twice across the face.

"Are you still going to yell or not?"

The man didn't answer, but instead raised his hands high, gripping Anhemao's arms, struggling and shouting, "Damn it, let me go, or I'll kill you!"

"Still haven't figured out the situation, have you?"

As Anhemao spoke, he grabbed his hair with one hand and his collar with the other, lifted him up, and slammed him hard to the ground.

"Oh!"

The man was so disoriented from the fall that he couldn't get up for a long time.

He was still not satisfied.

She walked up to the man and spat directly onto him.

Ding Xin, who was not far away, whistled with a smile and watched with great interest.

To be honest, it was fucking awesome!

"I've been wanting to get rid of you for ages, you piece of trash. Today I'll teach you what death really means!"

Anhemao looked around, walked a short distance away, picked up the iron bar that the man had dropped earlier, walked back to him with a pigeon-toed gait, and swung the iron bar to smash it down.

"Wait, wait, I was wrong, I was wrong."

The man knelt down tremblingly, hugging Anhemao's legs tightly, and begged for mercy desperately.

Crying and snotting.

"Damn it, you're insane."

Anhemao was panting heavily, but he also lowered his raised hand.

"I won't do it again, I promise, please stop hitting me..."

The man continued to plead, his voice trembling with tears.

"Damn it, how can there be such trash as you in the world? You're fucking asking for a beating!"

Anhemao looked at him with disgust, his anger having subsided, and threw away the iron rod in his hand.

"Pooh!"

With a powerful kick of her right leg, she flung the man away, glanced at him contemptuously, and spat.

Seeing that the man had completely cowered, An Hemao turned around with satisfaction and strode towards Ding Xin.

He failed to notice the sinister smile that curled at the corner of the man's mouth.

It was a laugh of triumph over a conspiracy.

...

"I'm sorry, brother, for keeping you waiting." Anhemao bowed respectfully.

"it's over?"

Ding Xin smiled and flicked the cigarette butt away.

"Yes, that guy is the freak I was talking about. He's a coward, and I just gave him a good beating."

It's clear he's in a good mood.

"So, what do you think? Is it possible that he could be the murderer?" Ding Xin asked casually.