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

"This is wrong!"

Why this reaction?

"Does this black bastard really want to kill me to silence me?"

In that instant, Song Tae-wook thought of many things. Then, he involuntarily swallowed, ignoring the pain on his face, his eyes widened, and he shouted in horror, "Director Jung, you need to think this through! We are police officers of the Republic of Korea! You can't..."

His tone was very urgent!

Perhaps due to excessive nervousness, his voice became somewhat hoarse...

Before he could finish speaking, Ding Xin slapped him across the face again, interrupting him: "Police? Why didn't you say you were police when you were framing me?"

As he spoke...

Ding Xin leaned closer, staring intently into his eyes, and said, word by word, "Don't think I don't know who's behind you! I don't care whose dog you want to be, but you shouldn't mess with me!"

"me..."

Song Tae-wook stammered, wanting to say something more, but Ding Xin sneered, sat up straight, took out his phone, and dialed Zhu Yang's number directly...

"Beep...beep..."

While the bell rang, Ding Xin glanced at the manager next to him and casually made a gesture of holding a cigarette.

The manager, being quite perceptive, took two steps closer, bent down, and respectfully took out a cigarette case and a metal lighter, lighting it with a "click".

at the same time...

The call was then connected...

Ding Xin slowly exhaled a puff of smoke, his expression shifting to a warm smile as he greeted her, "Oh, it took you so long to answer the phone, Prosecutor, you're resting quite early..."

It's almost 11 p.m.

If he doesn't have any social engagements, Zhu Yang should indeed be resting.

As soon as the word "prosecutor" was uttered, everyone in the private room perked up their ears.

Han Seung-hyuk and Jang Han-seo were guessing who the prosecutor on the other end of the phone was.

Could this be related to what Ding Xin said before about targeting Yoon Byung-wook?

Or...

Could it be that important figure?

But Song Tae-wook and his plainclothes detectives felt a renewed sense of hope...

Since you've already contacted the prosecutor at this juncture...

That means there's a high chance they'll be handed over to the prosecutors!

Just leave it to the authorities to handle...

Then their safety will be guaranteed!

Their lives were at stake, so they couldn't help but be nervous!

However...

Zhu Yang, on the other end of the phone, fell silent, pondering the meaning behind Ding Xin's words.

To know...

According to their usual chatting habits, when Ding Xin takes the initiative to speak, he usually adds his surname or calls him "brother" or "Brother Zhu".

But today he addressed me directly as a prosecutor.

It's so late...

So...

This strongly suggests that something must have happened on Ding Xin's side.

even...

This call might have been used as a deterrent, and it was on speakerphone!

After a while...

After some deliberation, Zhu Yang's slightly sleepy voice finally rang out: "Hey, Director Ding, don't you even look at the time? I'm just a civil servant, I can't compare to your leisurely life as a big boss..."

Working during the day is more tiring than plowing an ox in the fields, so you need to go to bed early at night to get enough rest, right?

I'm still so young, I don't want to die young!

After making a self-deprecating remark, Zhu Yang continued speaking with a hint of respect, "By the way, is there any instruction you need for me to call so late?"

Now that we've guessed what problem Ding Xin might be facing...

Or rather, it received a signal from here.

Zhu Yang would certainly have to give a corresponding response, and elevating the other party's status is undoubtedly a method that will never go wrong.

so...

That's how tacitly intelligent people communicate.

really...

Upon hearing Zhu Yang's tone on the other end of the phone and the word "instructions," a strange look appeared in the eyes of Zhang Hanshu, Han Chenghe, and the plainclothes officers, including Song Taixu.

Ding Xin subtly observed all of this, chuckled lightly, and continued, "It's not really an instruction, but there's a situation I'd like to consult you about..."

"What are your orders?"

Zhu Yang continued carrying it, while Ding Xin grinned and described how he had just beaten up the plainclothes police officers.

Then, changing the subject, he asked, "If I deal with them directly, will there be any trouble?"

"Yoon Byung-wook?"

Zhu Yang's tone was crisp, but it wasn't an answer; rather, it was a question.

Yoon Byung-wook?

Upon hearing this name, Zhang Hanshu and Han Chenghe exchanged a glance.

Now that he finally knew who these detectives were, he breathed a slight sigh of relief.

But Song Tae-wook was on tenterhooks.

Who is on the other end of the phone?

Ding Xin merely glanced at the plainclothes officers with a half-smile, then nodded: "They didn't say, but for the Public Security Department of the Police Bureau, that's the only answer, isn't it?"

"Ha, there really are idiots who like to hang around people who are about to die?"

Zhu Yang chuckled dismissively for a moment, then said, "These detectives didn't reveal their identities, did they?"

This is clearly not a question, but a reminder.

Ding Xin understood instantly!

He immediately waved his hand and said, "Search these troublemakers carefully and take away any irrelevant identification or anything else they have on them!"

"Yes!"

The thugs obeyed the order and, ignoring the fierce resistance of the men, roughly searched their bodies, stripping them of all the items that could prove their identities.

"Burn it, it's an eyesore!"

Ding Xin casually gave another instruction, then smiled as he looked into his phone: "They didn't identify themselves!"

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Chapter 440 Misunderstandings are all misunderstandings

"Oh, I thought it was something serious, but it's just a bunch of nobody punks..."

Zhu Yang spoke nonchalantly, then let out a long yawn, his voice regaining a hint of drowsiness: "If you can wait, you can hand them over to me to handle tomorrow..."

If you're interested, you can do whatever you want...

Hearing the words coming from the phone's speaker, several plainclothes officers couldn't help but shout, their voices filled with terror and despair.

Apparently...

They already realized what was about to happen...

However...

Neither the prosecutor Zhu Yang on the other side nor Ding Xin on the scene paid any attention to their shouts.

"I prefer to handle things promptly, so there's no need to trouble you, prosecutor..."

Ding Xin smiled faintly, speaking in the calmest voice and gentlest tone, uttering the most chilling words. Zhu Yang, yawning, replied nonchalantly, "Alright, let's leave it at that for now. I have to get up early tomorrow; I've been really busy lately..."

"Then you should get some rest!"

After hanging up the phone, Ding Xin, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, casually tossed his phone onto the coffee table, slowly exhaled a puff of smoke, and turned his gaze back to the plainclothes officers in front of him...

His eyes turned cold, and his smile gradually became sinister...

"Ding...Ding, the Special Manager..."