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

The plainclothes officers trembled and tried to retreat, but were held in place by the thugs and could not move, leaving only their faces filled with fear.

"Don't blame me when we cross the Bridge of Helplessness later. We're all in this together; if you make a mistake, admit it, and if you get beaten, stand up straight..."

Ding Xin's voice was so calm it was chilling.

Before he finished speaking...

One of the plainclothes officers tried to plead for mercy, his voice trembling as he said, "We...we were just following orders, please let us go..."

"Following orders?"

Ding Xin's smile grew even more sinister as he interrupted the plainclothes officer, "We're all adults here. We should have some responsibility and be accountable for our actions..."

As he spoke...

He reached to his waist and pulled out a kukri, which he toyed with in his hand, the blade gleaming coldly.

"Are they serious?"

"A madman! He's a madman!"

"How dare he?"

"..."

The plainclothes officers grew even paler, their bodies beginning to twist wildly, trying to break free of their restraints...

But their struggles were so futile under the oppression of the thugs.

However...

Song Tae-wook, however, did not choose to struggle.

A strong will to survive drove him to resort to another method...

He was already kneeling on the ground, and his body was trembling as he repeatedly banged his forehead against the ground, making a "bang bang bang" sound.

Each kowtow was done with all my might...

It looked as if it was about to smash the reinforced glass on the ground!

Song Tae-wook's eyes were filled with fear and despair. He kowtowed repeatedly, begging desperately for mercy: "Director Ding, I know I was wrong, I really know I was wrong. I was blind to your greatness, I was bewitched, I was blinded by greed..."

Please, have mercy on me!

"Give me a chance to make amends. From now on, I'm yours. As long as you forgive me, I'll do whatever you ask..."

There was a cry in his voice.

In the end...

She was so choked up that she could barely speak.

Before long...

His face was as pale as paper, and a large bump had swollen up on his forehead, with blood seeping out faintly!

But he seemed completely oblivious to the pain, only repeating those words of pleas for mercy...

The other plainclothes officers nearby followed suit.

They all kowtowed and begged for mercy...

can only say...

What kind of integrity can we expect from police officers who can so brazenly frame others?

now...

Zhang Hanshu and Han Chenghe, huddled in a corner, witnessed firsthand the pitiful state of these lowly South Korean police officers begging for forgiveness...

A feeling of pity welled up in my heart, but at the same time, I felt a little relieved.

I'm so glad I made the right choice...

Fortunately, he didn't collude with those two lunatics, Zhang Junyu and Cui Mingxi.

otherwise...

Perhaps it won't be long before their fates become as tragic as those of the South Korean police officers in front of them...

不 ...

It's not maybe!

This was bound to happen!

after all...

Ding Xin, this tycoon with a background in the underworld, is truly unfathomable in his power!

On this side...

Faced with their desperate pleas, Ding Xin merely scoffed, the chill in his eyes not only undiminished but growing even stronger...

Then...

Amidst the trembling gazes of the others, he slowly raised his hand and swung the large, cleaver...

The blade flashed through the air, leaving a faint, cold glint. The hearts of the plainclothes officers raced instantly, as if they could hear the icy sound of the blade cutting through the air.

Their pleas for mercy became even more urgent and pitiful...

Suddenly...

The entire room was filled with an atmosphere of despair!

However...

Ding Xin's eyes remained cold, a cruel smile curving his lips. He suddenly exerted force with his right hand, about to strike...

But at this moment...

A crisp cell phone ringtone sounded.

Ding Xin paused for a moment, and the kukri in his hand stopped in mid-air.

He frowned slightly.

I glanced at the phone on the coffee table next to me; it was still ringing, seemingly determined not to stop...

Ding Xin took a deep breath, slowly put down the knife, picked up his phone, and glanced at the caller ID on the screen...

"Choi Ki-cheol?"

A hint of doubt flashed in Ding Xin's eyes, but he still pressed the answer button: "It's so late, Team Leader Cui, is there something you need?"

next second.

A deep, respectful voice came from the other end of the phone, seemingly tinged with a hint of alcohol: "Executive Director Ding, I do have something I'd like to report to you..."

Is it a convenient time for you to talk now?

Upon hearing this...

Ding Xin subconsciously glanced around and, seeing nothing inconvenient, said directly, "It's fine, what's up?"

"Is such that..."

However...

Just as Choi Ki-cheol began speaking on the phone, something unexpected happened on Ding Xin's end.

The plainclothes detectives, who had previously looked ashen-faced, suddenly perked up for some reason...

They struggled violently and cried for help!

Especially Song Tae-wook, that corrupt police superintendent, strained his neck forward with all his might, trying to get closer to the phone in Ding Xin's hand while shouting at the top of his lungs, "Team Leader Choi, Team Leader Choi, it's me, Song Tae-wook, Little Song from the Public Security Department. Do you remember me? I used to be in your custody..."

"Forehead..."

Choi Ki-cheol, who was on the other end, also heard Song Tae-wook's voice. He paused for a moment, then asked with a hint of surprise, "Song Tae-wook? What are you doing with Director Jung?"

"It's a misunderstanding, all a misunderstanding..."

With tears and snot streaming down his face, Song Tae-wook cried out, "We accidentally offended Director Ding! Please help us, save us..."

......

Chapter 441 Playing with a Hammer

"What...what's going on?"

Choi Ki-cheol's voice sounded increasingly surprised and doubtful, and even the slight hint of alcohol he had previously exuded seemed to have dissipated considerably.

"nothing..."

Ding Xin replied indifferently, then his eyes turned cold, and he raised his eyebrows at the plainclothes detectives in front of him and shouted, "All of you, shut the fuck up!"

The janitor, who was standing nearby, gave him a knowing wink.

The thugs immediately understood, their faces contorted with rage, and they covered the mouths of several plainclothes officers with their hands!

For a moment...

The only sound in the private room was muffled groans...