The Underground Emperor: Starting from Running Away with Sister-in-law

"Shit, kill him for me!"

Li Changwu, who was stunned by the attack, covered his face and roared angrily, asking his younger brothers present to take action immediately.

At the command, more than a dozen younger brothers rushed forward and the whole nightclub exploded in an instant.

"Xiba!!!"

One of the younger brothers, probably seeing that they had more people on their side, rushed to the front with confidence.

He took two or three steps before jumping up and punching.

Ding Xin smiled contemptuously.

He just dodged sideways, then leaned his body slightly and used his right leg to deliver a powerful knee strike.

boom!

With a dull thud, the weakling fell to the ground, holding his stomach and groaning.

Then he swayed his body, attacked left and right, and at the same time, his fists were like cannonballs, smashing hard at every thug who dared to approach him.

For a moment, no one could touch him.

"Xiba!"

Wu Chunzhi was ready to take action before he came. He had already drunk some alcohol and his mad dog mode was officially activated.

Unlike Ding Xin, his fighting style is more street-oriented.

When being besieged by many people, he was not as agile in positioning as Ding Xin, and his strategy was to exchange injuries for injuries.

It’s just that he can withstand other people’s punches, but those gangsters can’t withstand his iron fists.

Soon, the thugs realized that they were no match for the enemy with bare hands and started to pull out their weapons.

Ding Xin easily dodged one man's attack, grabbed his hand holding the wooden baseball bat, twisted his arm, and the bat was in his hand.

He took two steps back, held the bat with both hands, and hit him on the head.

boom!

With a dull thud, the gangster fell to the ground without even making a sound.

He smiled and swung the stick, then turned to look at Wu Taizhi who was still punching. He saw that he didn't need to take the weapon, but just swung it out to hit people.

Ding Xin shook his head. He really thought of himself as a mad dog.

Time passed by minute by minute.

There are fewer and fewer enemies still standing on the field.

Under Zhao Pengshu's shocked gaze, Ding Xin got closer and closer to him.

Soon, he came in front of him.

"You just said you wanted to tell me who has the final say here?" Ding Xin said with a smile.

Then he moved his body, kicked him to the ground with a sudden kick, took two steps forward, stepped on his chest, and applied a little force.

"what!"

Zhao Pengshu let out a scream and struggled desperately.

Ding Xin looked down at Zhao Pengshu. His right foot was like a mountain. No matter how Zhao Pengshu struggled, he could not escape.

When the younger brothers around saw that their boss was in trouble, they immediately prepared to come to the rescue.

Ding Xin glanced at him and smiled contemptuously.

Then he reached for his waist with his right hand, and a dog-leg knife appeared in his hand.

Find the right moment and stab hard.

The sharp knife pierced through Zhao Pengshu's shoulder and stabbed deeply into the floor.

"what!"

Zhao Pengshu let out an even more shrill scream.

When the other people in the nightclub saw that Zhao Pengshu was in trouble, they stopped what they were doing and dared not continue.

Wu Taizhi also dragged his injured body and staggered to Ding Xin's side to keep watch.

Ding Xin looked around, then looked down at him, and asked with a smile: "Come on, tell me now, who has the final say here?"

"Shit, you're going to regret this!"

Zhao Pengshu's face was full of resentment, and he stared at Ding Xin with a murderous look.

"Would I regret it?"

Ding Xin smiled contemptuously, pulled his hand out of his sleeve and pulled out a dog-leg knife.

Crouching down, he waved the sharp blade in front of his eyes and asked sarcastically, "Are you sure?"

Zhao Pengshu swallowed and said nothing.

Still quite tough?

The next moment, Ding Xin suddenly made a move, pressed down Zhao Pengshu's wrist, and with a flash of the knife, he chopped off one of his fingers.

"Ah! Shit! My hand!"

At this moment, Zhao Pengshu could no longer hold on and let out a heart-wrenching scream...

Chapter 10 Let me hear two more harsh words

"Crazy, really crazy..."

This is the common voice of everyone present.

"Say two more harsh words to me." Ding Xin blew out a smoke ring and said with a smile.

Zhao Pengshu's cheeks twitched, but he didn't dare say anything. He was really scared.

"laugh!"

With a sneer, Ding Xin turned his head to look at Wu Taizhi and said with a smile: "Let Zhao Bingjin bring the things over."

Wu Taizhi nodded and immediately called Zhao Bingjin.

When Zhao Bingjin arrived, what he saw was a messy nightclub.

The gang members who were so arrogant before are now squatting in the corner and dare not say a word.

Including Li Changwu, he also squatted in the corner with his hands on his head.

Zhao Bingjin limped to Ding Xin, bowed 90 degrees, and called out respectfully, "Brother!"

This call of "big brother" was both unexpected and reasonable.

Ding Xin nodded, took the sorted contract and flipped through it casually.

so little?

A produce market, a cabaret, a disco, two massage parlors, the Oracle nightclub, and of course the sunflower field.

These are all the properties of this so-called president...

Ding Xin stood up, walked to Zhao Pengshu, threw the contract in front of him, and said with a smile: "Sign it quickly, President Zhao Pengshu."

Zhao Pengshu did not react, but just glared at Ding Xin with gritted teeth.

Judging from this attitude, you are unwilling to sign?

Unfortunately.

When he had only three fingers left on his left hand, his attitude became less resolute.

When he had only one finger left on his left hand, all the contracts had been signed.

"Come on, Zhao Bingjin, sign all the property rights contracts except for the land in the sunflower field area."

Ding Xin said this and handed the contract directly to him.

"this..."

Zhao Bingjin didn't dare to answer it. He was really scared by the treatment Zhao Pengshu had just given him.

"Do you think that once you sign it, it's yours?" Ding Xin smiled with his eyes narrowed.

"No, no, I'll sign it."

Zhao Bingjin signed his name tremblingly.

"Don't worry, you'll be one of us from now on. Some of this is yours."

Ding Xin comforted him, hoping that he could be content with what he has.

call!

Zhao Bingjin breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this. He thought the words of the man in front of him should be credible.

As for how much of it can belong to you?

There is a saying that goes, be content with what you have!

After dealing with the contract issue, Ding Xin turned his attention to Zhao Pengshu.

The finale.

"President Zhao Pengshu, thank you for your cooperation. Now there is only one last thing left. You can go to the hospital after it is resolved. If you are quick, maybe you can reattach your finger."

Ding Xin has a gentle complexion, a smile on his lips, and his whole temperament is amiable.

"What else?"

Zhao Pengshu was almost broken, and he didn't want to resist anymore. He just wanted to leave here as soon as possible.

"I'm not like you. I keep my word."

Ding Xin smiled and said, "You have your territory back, your hand back, and you still have ten years of your youth to return."

"Youth, how can it be returned?" Zhao Pengshu asked fearfully.

"It's simple. Just turn yourself in."