The Underground Emperor: Starting from Running Away with Sister-in-law

And because he couldn't stand the Black Dragon Sect's style, he refused their recruitment.

Because of this, they have been targeted by members of the Black Dragon Faction and their lives have been quite unhappy.

While Ding Xin was looking at them, they were also observing Ding Xin.

In fact, they were a little disappointed when they saw Ding Xin for the first time.

Judging from his appearance, Ding Xin can be considered a handsome man.

Handsome, confident and flamboyant!

But he just looks too young.

Even though he does have a good reputation, it's a pity that he doesn't look steady enough.

Ding Xin knew what they were thinking after a quick thought. As the old saying goes, a man without hair on his lips cannot do things well.

This is like complaining about yourself being too young!

Thinking of this, Ding Xin retracted his gaze and asked with a smile: "Gasoline, is there a boxing gym nearby?"

"Yes, there is one not far away!"

Gasoline is indeed a professional intelligence dealer, and he immediately thought of a place.

"Let's go then!"

...

It was indeed as Gasoline said, the boxing gym was not far away.

It took them less than ten minutes to walk here.

Maybe it was because it was night time, there was no one practicing boxing in the gym except for one person watching.

This is more convenient.

Ding Xin looked at the empty boxing ring and jumped up.

After stretching his arms and legs a little, he turned around and smiled at the people in the audience: "Come and play."

After saying that, he casually pointed at the strongest one among the four and hooked his finger.

No matter what age or seniority one has, the gangs ultimately have to rely on their strength.

This is nothing short of a provocation.

Jin Mingzhe stared at Ding Xin and took a deep breath.

He moved his body and flipped onto the boxing ring.

Whether it is a mule or a horse, Liuliu will know.

Jin Mingzhe is still very confident in his own strength.

"bring it on."

Ding Xin casually moved his neck and raised his chin towards Jin Mingzhe.

Jin Mingzhe was not polite either. His eyes changed and he took the lead in attacking. He rushed towards Ding Xin with his fists raised.

Ding Xin just waited quietly, and when his fist got close, he quickly dodged and at the same time hit him in the face with a straight punch.

Jin Mingzhe staggered a few steps but did not fall down.

He quickly adjusted his state, pushed the ground with his right foot, and his body flew into the air, while at the same time he clenched his right fist and hit out hard.

There's something, but not much.

Ding Xin slightly tilted his body and slipped away easily and comfortably.

Following the gap, he tilted his body slightly and kicked Jin Mingzhe hard in the lower abdomen with a swift kick.

A huge force kicked him two or three meters away. He fell to the ground holding his stomach and couldn't get up for a long time.

This attack stunned the others.

Ding Xin stood on the stage, curled his lips and pointed at the oldest one.

"You come."

Li Shi was stunned for a moment, but still climbed onto the stage.

His technique was obviously more mature, and he kicked straight forward as soon as he raised his foot.

Ding Xin took two steps back and kept some distance.

Li Shi followed the gap, took two steps, and threw another punch straight at Ding Xin's face.

But this time Ding Xin was faster than him and kicked him out with one kick.

Ding Xin did not hold back on this kick.

As a result, the stage has become very funny now.

Jin Mingzhe and Li Shi both knelt down in front of Ding Xin in the same posture, holding their stomachs.

It's like worshiping your own emperor.

shook his head.

In fact, they are not weak.

At least in Ding Xin's opinion, the skills of these two people are only slightly worse than Wu Taizhi.

The competition between the two sides had taken place before Ding Xin’s last draw.

Maybe it won't end so easily.

It’s a pity, facing Ding Xin now.

They are really not good enough.

Ding Xin turned his gaze to the remaining two people and said with a smile: "Well, what do you say? Come together?"

They both shook their heads.

Are you kidding? The two people on the stage are no weaker than them. Even if they go up together, they will just be abused.

After a competition is over.

Whether they were beaten or not, they all surrendered!

Chapter 17 Green-haired Turtle Do Seung-woo

Shaking his head with a smile, Ding Xin once again refreshed his understanding of the system.

The skills of these people are definitely not bad. Even compared with Wu Taizhi, they are probably only slightly behind.

But in his own eyes, he is just a weakling.

Come to think of it, although his overall physical fitness doesn't seem to have improved much, those fighting skills can actually bring him extraordinary progress.

Level 2 fighting skills require a year of hard training, and level 3 requires at least three to five years of hard training.

Ding Xin currently has two level two and three level three fighting skills.

It is no exaggeration to say that at the age of only 20, he already has the physical memory of more than ten years of hard training in various fighting techniques.

According to his estimation, if he were to participate in the World Boxing Championship with his current skills, he might even be able to win the championship.

I'm so awesome, but the system lottery is only guaranteed to be level two.

So what about the next guaranteed level three, level four, or even level five draws?

Wouldn’t that mean becoming a god directly?

Maybe you can even achieve immortality!

In his new life, what he desires most, besides the money and power that are necessary for life...

Wouldn’t it be wonderful if you could live a few hundred more years?

Ding Xin's heart was pounding.

......

A residential building in Garibong-dong.

Du Chengyu grabbed the woman's hair and pulled her in front of him, staring at her and said:

"You're actually in love with that bastard? Do you still have me as your husband in your eyes?"

After that, he ignored the woman's wailing and threw her to the ground by her hair:

"Close your crappy shop and don't let you go out again!"

After a short pause, the woman raised her head tremblingly and said sarcastically: "Ah, bastard, are you still a man?"

Du Chengyu didn't react for a moment: "What did you say?"

The woman did not answer, but stood up and picked up the objects around her, throwing them at him, muttering: "You bastard, you son of a bitch..."

As time went by, Du Chengyu's patience ran out. He stared at the woman with murderous eyes and walked towards her step by step.

This scared the woman, and she quickly got up and ran to the kitchen, searched for a while and picked up a table knife.

She turned around and pointed the tip of the knife at Do Seung Woo, saying resentfully, “Don’t come over here!”

"You bastard, you said you were my husband, what were you doing when that bastard forced me?"

"Just close the store, who cares about your shabby store?"

"is it?"

Du Chengyu's face was grim and his breathing was rapid. The woman's words had deeply hurt his heart.

At this moment, he was already surrounded by the humiliation of losing his dignity as a man, and Zhang Qian's ferocious face kept appearing in his mind.

Intense hatred and fear lingered in his heart, and the fear in it made him feel even more suffocated.

Thinking of this, he suddenly grabbed the woman's knife-holding hand and put the tip of the knife against his chin.

"Go ahead and stab me. Stab me."

This crazy behavior made the woman panic and she didn't know what to do.