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

"Mr. Ding, you can't be so absolute..."

Song Tae-wook shrugged, adopting a tough-guy demeanor: "Since we, the police, have received a report, we have the responsibility and obligation to investigate. Furthermore, we will thoroughly examine every corner and will not overlook any possible illegal activity..."

Therefore, we need to thoroughly search this private room as well!

His tone was full of provocation.

"Alright, then please hurry, Captain Song, don't interrupt my business..."

Ding Xin said nonchalantly.

When a person reaches a certain level, they develop a broader perspective. At this moment, Ding Xin didn't want to stoop to the level of this insignificant person in front of him.

However...

Some people, however, are naturally oblivious to others' feelings and easily mistake others' politeness for weakness.

Just like Song Tae-wook right now...

Seeing that Ding Xin was not as powerful as rumored, he began to have other ideas.

"Cough cough..."

Song Tae-wook's eyes darted around, he coughed twice, turned to the plainclothes detectives behind him and ordered, "Let's begin. Search this private room thoroughly, don't miss a single corner, understand?"

When he said the last sentence, his voice became slightly louder.

at the same time...

He winked at one of the detectives without making it obvious.

The person nodded almost imperceptibly, indicating that they understood.

next moment.

Several detectives immediately sprang into action, taking up positions in every corner of the private room and relentlessly scrutinizing the area—they were practically ready with a magnifying glass...

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Chapter 436 Don’t cry until you see the coffin

And what about Song Tae-wook himself...?

He strolled leisurely over to Ding Xin, plopped down, picked up a wine bottle from the coffee table, examined it for a moment with feigned interest, and then casually asked, "This wine looks expensive, Ding Xin. How much does this wine cost at your establishment?"

Ding Xin remained silent, only a fleeting, mocking smile playing on his lips.

He casually pulled out his cigarette case, took one out, put it in his mouth, lit it, and began to puff away.

"Hey, Ding Xin, I'm asking you a question..."

Song Taixu, however, remained unrepentant. Seeing that Ding Xin remained silent, he frowned and asked again, "How much is this wine?"

Upon hearing this...

Zhang Hanshu and Han Chenghe were both taken aback by Song Tae-wook's casual demeanor.

They exchanged a glance, both thinking to themselves...

Who the hell is this criminal investigation captain in front of me?

He keeps talking about Ding Xin...

Does the attitude have to be so arrogant?

Think of this...

They then turned their attention to Ding Xin, only to find that he still showed no reaction, leaning back on the sofa with his head tilted back, smoking and staring at the ceiling.

His expression was calm, and no one knew what he was thinking...

The manager standing nearby looked rather grim. He suppressed his anger and answered, "Thirty million won per bottle!"

"Thirty million? That's almost half a year's salary for me! You bunch of black bastards, you've really made something of yourselves..."

Song Tae-wook clicked his tongue, a hint of greed flashing in his eyes. Then, without any sense of propriety, he picked up the empty glass next to him, filled it up, and leisurely began to savor it.

at the same time...

He was also subtly observing Ding Xin beside him out of the corner of his eye.

He still didn't react much.

A sense of disdain arose in his heart, and he appeared even more smug on the surface.

really...

A black kid is a black kid. No matter how much they're talked about outside, it can't change the fact that these people are inherently shameful.

When a black kid meets a policeman, it's like a mouse meeting a cat.

They're destined to be played for!

Looks like I deserve to be rich today!

Time passes by minute by minute...

Sudden...

One of the plainclothes detectives suddenly exclaimed in surprise, then stood up from the corner of the private room and rushed to Song Tae-wook: "Captain, I found this in this private room..."

As they were talking...

He also placed the items he was carrying on the coffee table.

at the same time...

Everyone's attention was drawn to the items on the table.

It was a small, transparent plastic bag, and inside was half a packet of white powder...

This moment...

Aside from the plainclothes South Korean detectives, two words came to everyone else's mind: "Contraband! Framing!"

Especially the venue manager...

In an instant, his face turned deathly pale!

He knew very well...

There's no way such a thing could exist in this place.

He wasn't afraid of being framed by the police...

What he fears is...

Ding Xin will settle accounts with him later!

"Ding Xin, didn't you say that your establishments are all legal and compliant?"

Song Tae-wook pointed at the contraband on the coffee table, his eyes wide with anger, and loudly demanded, "How are you going to explain this?"

His words were sharp and he appeared to be a righteous and awe-inspiring figure.

However, the smug look that flashed in his eyes did not escape everyone's notice.

But even so...

What can be done?

To know...

This thing was definitely found during a search of the private room!

Zhang Hanshu and Han Chenghe were even more distressed, knowing that they were also guests in this private room and would definitely be implicated.

Although Han Seung-hyuk, being a lawyer, was confident that he could clear his name afterward.

But that was afterward!

If things escalate, the plans we agreed on before they even started will be ruined.

after all...

If word gets to Zhang Junyu that they met with Ding Xin, things will become very complicated.

at the moment...

It remains to be seen how Ding Xin will handle the current situation...

"call--"

Contrary to everyone's expectations, Ding Xin remained calm and composed, exhaling a puff of smoke as he calmly asked, "An explanation? What kind of explanation do you want?"

"What explanation?"

Song Taixu snorted coldly, then slammed his hand on the table with a mock "bang" and shouted sternly, "You're still pretending! Ding Xin, I now have ample evidence to prove that you are suspected of buying, selling, and using contraband. Please come with us immediately!"

"hehe..."

After hearing his words, Ding Xin simply chuckled, yawned nonchalantly, and then beckoned to the manager: "How many men did Captain Song Taixu bring today?"

"Forehead..."

The manager, bending over, paused slightly, puzzled as to why Ding Xin would ask such a question, but still answered honestly, "There are five people in total, all in this private room..."