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

His eyes were filled with anger and resentment. If looks could kill, Ding Xin would have died countless times by now.

"I'm done?"

Ding Xin curled the corners of his mouth, sneered, took two steps forward, and stepped directly on Song Taixu's face.

to be honest...

Ding Xin really likes the feeling of stepping on the face!

The foot feels very good!

His action made Song Taixu even more angry. The strong sense of shame drove him to struggle desperately, trying to get up and fight back...

But Dante Xin's feet were like a towering mountain, pressing his face to the ground!

The pressure distorted his facial features and made his brain go blank...

finally...

Song Taixu's struggles became weaker and weaker, and the sounds coming out of his mouth changed from unwilling roars to low groans of pain...

at the same time...

The scene in the box became increasingly chaotic.

The fight between the thugs and the plainclothes officers became more and more intense; tables and chairs were overturned and the sound of glass breaking was heard constantly.

Zhang Hanshu and Han Chenghe were trembling in the corner. They kept their heads down as best they could, not daring to look at the situation at the scene. They just hoped that this chaos would end as soon as possible.

In this chaotic scene, a cold smile appeared on Ding Xin's face.

He ignored the noise and fighting around him, and fixed his eyes on Song Tae-wook who was under his feet...

Ding Xin slowly loosened his feet only when he felt that Song Taixu under his feet had completely lost consciousness.

Feeling the stickiness of the soles of his shoes again, Ding Xin frowned and rubbed his foot against Song Taixu's chest before sitting back on the sofa calmly.

Holding a cigarette in his mouth, he crossed his legs, poured himself a glass of wine, and while sipping it, he quietly watched the fight in the box.

Speaking of which...

Fortunately, the box where Ding Xin is now has been specially renovated.

The space is large enough, nearly two hundred square meters!

In this way...

Even though there were more than a dozen people fighting in the box at the moment, it didn't seem crowded at all.

After a glass of wine, the fight in the box was not over yet.

Let me tell you one thing...

Those five plainclothes detectives were really good at what they did.

If I had to make a comparison...

Maybe they are similar to the detectives under Ma Xidao when he was at the Geumcheon Police Station.

They are considered to be one of the more elite criminal police in South Korea!

So it seems...

Ding Xin turned his gaze to Song Taixu who was lying on the ground.

This person can subdue these subordinates, so his own strength should be quite good.

But in front of Ding Xin...

There is simply no room for improvement!

No wonder he dared to frame me in person...

after all...

The more skilled one is, the more courageous one is!

People with some talent always like to do things that break the routine!

Ding Xin smiled, poured himself another glass of wine, smoked, tasted the wine, and waited...

over time...

Due to the huge gap in numbers, those plainclothes detectives gradually showed signs of decline.

A little while later...

The plainclothes officers finally couldn't hold on any longer and fell down one after another...

Zhang Hanshu and Han Chenghe finally put their minds at ease when they saw that the situation was settled. The other half was still worried about how Ding Xin would end up...

after all...

These guys are genuine South Korean detectives!

And the one who was just stepped on the face can be regarded as a grassroots backbone of the South Korean police system...

If one is not handled properly, it will become very troublesome...

Do not!

It should be said that now it has become very troublesome!

At this time...

The manager who had just finished his work straightened the wrinkles on his clothes, then walked carefully to Ding Xin, bent over, and asked respectfully, "Manager Nim, what should we do now?"

It was satisfying to beat him up just now, but now how it ends depends on my boss!

Ding Xin glanced at him, then looked around, looking at the South Korean plainclothes detectives lying on the ground groaning in pain, slowly exhaled a puff of smoke, and said lightly: "Tie these people up first..."

"Yes, Chief Executive!"

The manager responded solemnly, then turned around and winked at the thugs in the venue.

The thugs started to take action. The plainclothes officers all carried handcuffs, so they saved the trouble of looking for ropes.

These rough guys were very rough in their actions.

The plainclothes officers who were already seriously injured were unable to resist and could only accept it passively.

It won't take a moment...

Six plainclothes officers, including Song Taixu, had their hands handcuffed behind their backs and knelt down in front of Ding Xin in humiliation.

Interestingly...

Until this moment, Song Taixu, the leader, still had his eyes closed, as if he had not yet woken up from his coma...

This guy...

Damn, pretty clever.

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Chapter 438 How to deal with it

Ding Xin looked at the plainclothes officers who were handcuffed behind their backs in front of him, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a mocking smile.

next second...

He put down his wine glass, stood up slowly, walked to Song Taixu, looked down at him, and kicked him lightly on the head...

"Hey, hey, hey, stop pretending to be dead..."

However, Song Taixu had his face drooping, his eyes closed, and still no reaction.

"Yo, you're pretty damn tenacious..."

Ding Xin raised his eyebrows, squatted down, reached out to take out the cigarette butt in his mouth, and without saying a word, pressed it on his face with a "sizzle" sound...

"what!"

This time Song Taixu couldn't pretend anymore, and with a scream his whole body began to twist violently.

at the same time...

The plainclothes officers nearby couldn't bear to see their captain in such a miserable state, and they all gnashed their teeth and started to struggle.

pity...

At this moment, not only were they both being tortured.

Behind each person there is a thug who is responsible for suppressing them.

Even though the plainclothes officers tried their best, they could only kneel there obediently and wait for their punishment!

"Are you still pretending?"

Ding Xin ignored them and just looked at Song Taixu with interest, speaking with a teasing tone.

"Ding... Ding Xin..."

Song Taixu opened his eyes with difficulty and looked at Ding Xin. His eyes were full of resentment, but deep in his eyes, there was also a lingering fear: "You...you will pay the price for what you have done..."

Although he spoke threatening words, his voice sounded so weak and powerless.

"laugh--"

Ding Xin stood up with a sneer, took two steps back, half sat on the glass coffee table, and spread his hands: "Can you guys be a little more creative? You always ask me to pay a price. There is no word "price" in my fucking dictionary. How can you ask me to pay?"

"Man..."

Song Taixu gritted his teeth and wanted to say something angrily, but he saw Ding Xin suddenly pointed his finger at him with a cold expression, as if he was looking at a dead person: "You dare to yell my name again?"

The words fell.

The box immediately fell into deathly silence.

Facing Ding Xin's sharp eyes, Song Taixu felt his whole body stiffen. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

"Shit, I really give you face..."

Ding Xin had a cold expression. He picked up the plastic bag next to him and slammed it on his face. "You still want to use such a despicable method to frame me? Who gave you the courage?"

Faced with Ding Xin, who exuded a violent aura, everyone present was silent.