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

He lightly lifted his fingertips and tapped Mu Xianmin's thigh repeatedly, his thoughts continuing to wander...

This file seemed to have far-reaching implications at the time...

If anyone on the file gets even the slightest hint of this threat, they will find a way to eliminate it.

How to deal with it?

The simplest and most effective method is to create momentum!

As the saying goes, "the law does not punish the masses"...

One person's strength is limited, three people's strength is greater, and the strength of many is overwhelming!

Since their own safety is threatened, they might as well go all out and drag everyone down with them.

Under the overwhelming trend...

Even the former South Korean president did not have the power to control everything.

If we don't want to paralyze the entire South Korea, then compromise is the only way forward!

This explains many things...

first...

Why did that South Korean president, who was clearly very popular with the people, face repeated impeachments halfway through his term, even to the point of being forced to step down before the end of his term...?

Because he overestimated his abilities!

Even now, I hear that the former president is having a very difficult time...

This is clearly a case of being relentlessly pursued!

Secondly...

Why did the intelligence agency undergo a major reshuffle from top to bottom during that period...?

It can only be because they overstepped their bounds!

The South Korean Foreign Security Intelligence Service does not have the authority to investigate illegal activities by domestic elites...

Their actions are tantamount to challenging the authority of the prosecutorial system and are completely contrary to the Constitution.

That's like trying to light a lantern in a toilet—it's suicidal!

Here, Ding Xin suddenly thought of Chief Kim Soo-hyun from the National Intelligence Service...

I can't say...

The reason he was able to become a section chief at such a young age was because of the major reshuffle that took place at the National Intelligence Service at that time.

at last...

Why are so many cronies of powerful figures turning themselves in for no apparent reason...?

There is only one explanation...

That means they have to take the blame for their masters!

And essentially...

This act of surrendering is also the result of a compromise between the two major hedge funds.

Given this tacit agreement between the two sides under the current circumstances, it is unlikely that any future repercussions will be investigated further.

In a sense...

For those powerful figures in the archives, this was actually a blessing in disguise!

"and many more!"

Ding Xin suddenly sat up straight, his brows furrowed, while Mu Xianmin looked at him curiously and asked softly, "What's wrong?"

Ding Xin didn't answer, only muttering, "Confess...take the blame...a few years ago..."

Repeat several times.

It was as if a bolt of lightning had suddenly struck his mind.

He took out his phone and dialed Anhemao's number: "Bring up that thicker white file folder from the armrest box!"

hang up the phone.

Ding Xin took a deep drag of his cigarette and turned his gaze back to the phone screen.

If things really turn out as he predicted...

Then the world really is just too coincidental.

After a while...

"Boom boom boom——"

There was another knock on the office door.

"Come in..."

The speaker was Mu Xianmin.

The door was then pushed open, and Anhemao's imposing figure walked in, bowed respectfully to the two of them, and handed over the file bag in his hand.

Ding Xin reached out and took the document, pulled out a stack of files, glanced at them, and after confirming that they were what he needed, handed them to Mu Xianmin: "Can you take a look and see if these are the people who surrendered back then?"

This contains the personal information of individuals involved in specific crimes.

Ding Xin had specifically asked Xu Shangxiu, the warden of Xingzhou Prison, for it.

That is, those people holed up in the Shenxian Building...

The so-called big spenders!

Ding Xin had always been puzzled as to why a bunch of guys locked in cages could be touted as giant pythons...

However, if it corresponds to the information we just received.

Then many things can be explained.

If it's truly to take the blame for someone else, calling it a giant python isn't really an exaggeration.

after all...

There are people protecting them outside!

"Forehead..."

Mu Xianmin subconsciously reached out and took the document, glanced at Ding Xin, and without saying much, carefully began to peruse the information in his hand.

In fact, if Ding Xin wanted to, he could have easily figured it out himself by referring to the "Guillotine Files".

But with Mou Xianmin as a readily available memory bank...

Why would he bother with all that effort?

Mu Xianmin's eyes never left the documents in his hands.

at the same time...

Her expressions were quite varied.

Sometimes his brow furrows, as if he's recalling something...

Then it relaxes again, as if it has found the answer...

That's really interesting!

Time passes by minute by minute...

finally...

After reviewing all the documents, Mu Xianmin looked up at Ding Xin and nodded: "That's right, I vaguely remember these people; most of them are those who surrendered themselves back then..."

"This is getting interesting..."

Ding Xin slowly exhaled a puff of smoke, looked at Mu Xianmin, and grinned: "Then, Xianmin-xi, could you do me another favor? Could you help me identify the owners of these people from this guillotine file..."

I was thinking about when I could meet these big spenders.

Now it seems...

The time has come...

......

Chapter 487 Do you know who I am?

a few days later.

Sin Chew Prison, special cell.

“Click, click…”

With nothing to do in broad daylight, Zhang Shanwu lay on his side on the bed, looking lazy as he flipped the playing cards between his fingers, making a constant scraping sound.

Opposite him...

As always, the old man, Du Yuanfeng, sat in his chair, staring blankly out the window.