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

"That's it..."

Ding Xin nodded, his eyes flickering, and it was unclear what he was thinking.

Meanwhile, Song Tae-wook, who had been ignored, couldn't hold back any longer.

Although he didn't know why Ding Xin would ask that question, it didn't stop him from continuing to show off. He straightened up, raised his head, and shouted from a superior position, "Ding Xin, I advise you..."

However...

Before he could finish speaking, Ding Xin interrupted him, saying, "Alright, stop acting. Everyone knows what's going on, so what are you pretending for?"

Upon hearing this...

Song Tae-wook's face instantly turned gloomy.

But the next second...

He seemed to have thought of something else, and instead, the corners of his mouth turned up, revealing a disdainful smile. He looked at Ding Xin with contempt, his eyes full of amusement.

then...

He leaned forward slightly, getting a little closer, and said in a low voice, "So what? Ding Xin, I've got you covered today!"

"You think you can take me for granted?"

Ding Xin felt a surge of absurdity.

By the way...

What's with this feeling of a brainless villain?

Where does this confidence in comparing the two come from?

but...

But I can't think about it anymore...

Ding Xin was genuinely afraid that if he continued to follow the other person's line of thinking, he might actually have his IQ lowered by the other person and then be defeated by the other person's rich experience in being mentally challenged.

That's fucking ridiculous!

so...

Let's end this farce!

Think of this...

Ding Xin sighed softly, a cigarette dangling from his lips, and slowly stood up.

He was already tall and imposing, and when he stood up, he was half a head taller than Song Tae-wook.

Now, it was Ding Xin looking down at him...

"Song Tae-wook, right? I'm in a good mood today, so I'll give you another chance. If you leave now, I can pretend this never happened..."

Ding Xin's voice was calm and his demeanor composed.

What he said was true; the plan was progressing smoothly today, and Ding Xin didn't want any unnecessary complications...

However...

Some people won't shed a tear until they see the coffin...

......

Chapter 437 is quite clever.

"give me a chance?"

Song Tae-wook's tone was flippant, his expression full of disdain: "Ding Xin, I see you still don't understand the current situation, do you?"

As he spoke...

He subtly tiptoed, as if to appear more imposing, and looked Ding Xin in the eye, threateningly saying, "I'll remind you one more time, now that we've caught him red-handed, I..."

"Snapped!"

A resounding slap interrupted his unfinished words.

Ding Xin had absolutely no interest in listening to his rambling anymore!

Song Tae-wook covered his face, staring at Ding Xin in disbelief, completely stunned by the slap...

"You fucking dare to hit me?"

at the same time...

Everyone in the private room was stunned by what they saw.

None of them expected that Ding Xin, who had seemed so tolerant just a moment ago, would suddenly erupt...

"What happened to hitting you?"

Ding Xin glanced at him, casually tossed out a remark, and then slapped him hard across the face again.

That palm strike was extremely powerful!

The blow left Song Tae-wook dizzy and seeing stars, causing him to fall heavily to the ground, blood streaming from his mouth. He had completely lost the ability to think...

"team leader!!"

"Ding Xin, you black bastard, you're asking for death!!"

"..."

The plainclothes officers in the private room only then realized what was happening, and they all pulled out their batons and roared as they tried to rush forward, as if they wanted to skin Ding Xin alive!

The righteous thugs are not to be trifled with either!

Don't be fooled by the fact that the venue manager and the underlings were acting like cowards; that was only because Ding Xin had given them the order to "not cause trouble."

Now...

Since our own boss has already taken action, what else is there to say?

What police?

Just do it!

The thugs, their hearts filled with rage, surged into the private room, charging at the plainclothes officers with their bare hands and ferocious expressions...

As if afraid of being a step behind others...

For a moment...

The entire VIP box was in complete chaos, with all sorts of clattering and rattling!

Zhang Hanshu and Han Chenghe, on the other hand, wisely shrank to the corner of the sofa to avoid being caught in the crossfire.

can only say...

When it comes to saving their lives, the two are really in sync!

"Ding Xin, you son of a bitch, how dare you assault a police officer! You're finished, you're completely finished!"

Song Tae-wook lay half-reclined on the ground, covering his mouth, and roared incoherently.

His eyes were filled with anger and resentment; if looks could kill, Ding Xin would probably be dead countless times by now.

Am I finished?

Ding Xin curled the corners of his mouth, sneered, took two steps forward, and stomped directly on Song Tae-wook's face.

to be honest...

Ding Xin really enjoys the feeling of stepping on someone's face!

They feel great on my feet!

His actions further enraged Song Tae-wook, and a strong sense of shame drove him to struggle desperately, attempting to get up and fight back...

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

The pressure contorted his features and left his mind blank...

finally...

Song Tae-wook's struggles weakened, and his voice changed from angry roars of defiance to low, painful groans...

at the same time...

The scene inside the private room became increasingly chaotic.

The fight between the rioters and the plainclothes officers intensified, with tables and chairs being overturned and the sound of shattering glass filling the air.

Zhang Hanshu and Han Chenghe trembled in the corner, keeping their heads down and not daring to look at the scene. They just hoped that the chaos would end as soon as possible.

Amidst the chaos, Ding Xin revealed a cold smile.

He ignored the surrounding noise and fighting, his gaze fixed on Song Tae-wook, whom he was trampling under his feet...

Only when he felt that Song Tae-wook under his feet had completely lost consciousness did Ding Xin slowly release his foot.

Feeling the sticky, slippery soles of his shoes again, Ding Xin frowned and rubbed his foot against Song Tae-wook's chest before calmly sitting back down on the sofa.

With a cigarette dangling from his lips and legs crossed, he poured himself a glass of fine wine, savoring it while quietly observing the battle unfolding inside the private room.