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

"This is wrong!"

“Why is this the reaction?”

"Could it be that this black guy really wants to kill people to silence them?"

At this moment, Song Taixu thought of a lot, and then he swallowed his saliva involuntarily. Regardless of the pain on his face, he widened his eyes and shouted in horror: "Director Ding, you have to think carefully. We are the police of the Republic of Korea. You can't..."

His tone was very urgent!

Maybe because he was too nervous, his voice became a little hoarse...

But before he could finish, Ding Xin interrupted him with a slap in the face: "Police? Why didn't you say you were police when you framed me?"

Talking...

Ding Xin moved closer, stared into his eyes, and said word by word: "Don't think I don't know who is behind you! I don't mind who you want to be a dog for, but you shouldn't mess with me!"

"me..."

Song Taixu hesitated and wanted to say something else, but Ding Xin sneered, sat up straight, took out his cell phone, and called Zhu Yang directly...

"Beep...beep..."

While the bell was ringing, Ding Xin glanced at the manager next to him and made a cigarette-holding gesture.

The manager was very considerate and took two steps closer. He bent down, respectfully took out a cigarette case and a metal lighter, and helped to light it with a "click".

at the same time...

The phone call was connected...

Ding Xin slowly exhaled a puff of smoke, his expression changed, he smiled warmly, and took the initiative to greet: "Hey, it took you so long to answer the phone, prosecutor, you rested early..."

It's almost eleven o'clock at night.

If there were no social engagements, Zhu Yang should indeed take a rest.

As the word "prosecutor" came out, everyone in the box pricked up their ears.

Are Han Seung-hyuk and Zhang Hanshu guessing who the prosecutor on the other end of the phone is?

Could it be related to what Ding Xin said before about Yin Bingxu?

Or...

Going further, is it that big shot?

Song Taixu and other plainclothes detectives felt that there was hope again...

Since I've contacted the prosecutor at this juncture...

That means there is a high possibility that they will be handed over to the prosecutor!

Just hand it over to the authorities...

Then their safety is guaranteed!

This concerns their own lives, so they can't help but be nervous!

However...

Zhu Yang on the other end of the phone fell silent. He was trying to figure out what Ding Xin meant.

To know...

According to the two people's usual chatting habits, when Ding Xin took the initiative to speak, he would usually add the surname or call out words like "brother" or "Brother Zhu".

But today he just called her prosecutor.

It's still so late...

So...

There is a high probability that something must have happened to Ding Xin.

even...

This call might be used as a deterrent, so the speakerphone was on!

After a while...

After some deliberation, Zhu Yang's sleepy voice finally sounded: "Hey, Director Ding, don't you see what time it is? I, a civil servant, can't compare to the leisure time of a big boss like you...

Working during the day is more tiring than working in the fields, so I have 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 saying something self-deprecating, Zhu Yang continued to talk, and asked with a bit of respect: "By the way, you called me so late. Do you have any instructions?"

Since we have already guessed that Ding Xin might have encountered some problems.

Or in other words, it received the signal from this side.

Then Zhu Yang would definitely give corresponding feedback, and raising the other party's status and position would undoubtedly be a method that would never go wrong.

so...

Conversations between smart people are so tacit.

really...

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

Ding Xin saw all of this without leaving a trace, chuckled and continued: "It's not an instruction, but there is a situation I want to consult you about..."

"Your orders!"

Zhu Yang continued to lift it, while Ding Xin grinned and described with a smile what happened just now, beating up those plainclothes detectives.

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

"Yun Bingxu?"

Zhu Yang's tone was straightforward, but it was not an answer, but a rhetorical question.

Yoon Byung Wook?

Hearing this name, Zhang Hanshu and Han Chenghe looked at each other.

I finally knew the origins of these criminal police officers in front of me, and I felt a little relieved.

But Song Taixu's heart was in his throat.

Who is on the other end of the phone?

Ding Xin just glanced at the plainclothes officers with a half-smile and nodded: "They didn't say, but the police department's public security department can only give this answer, right?"

"Heh, there really are idiots who like to get close to dying people?"

Zhu Yang laughed contemptuously for a while, then said, "These detectives didn't reveal their identities, did they?"

This is obviously not a question, but a reminder.

Ding Xin understood immediately!

He immediately waved his hand and said, "Search these troublemakers carefully and take away all the irrelevant documents on them!"

"Yes!"

The thugs followed the order and, despite the fierce resistance of the few people, searched them violently and took out all the items that could prove their identity.

"Burn it, it's an eyesore!"

Ding Xin gave another casual instruction, then smiled at the phone, "They didn't reveal their identities!"

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Chapter 440 Misunderstandings are all misunderstandings

"Ah, I thought it was something else, but it turns out they are just a few scoundrels of unknown origin..."

Zhu Yang said nonchalantly, then yawned, and then his voice was filled with sleepiness again: "If you can wait, you can hand them over to me tomorrow...

If you are interested, you can do whatever you want..."

Hearing the words coming from the loudspeaker on the cell phone, several plainclothes officers couldn't help but shout, their voices filled with fear and despair.

Apparently...

They already knew what was going to happen...

However...

Both the prosecutor Zhu Yang on the opposite side and Ding Xin at the scene ignored their shouts.

"I always like to deal with things on the spot, so I don't need to trouble you, the prosecutor..."

Ding Xin smiled faintly, using the most stable voice and the most gentle tone to speak the most frightening words, while Zhu Yang yawned and said indifferently: "Okay, let's do this for now. I have to get up early tomorrow. I have a lot of things to do recently..."

"Then you should have a good rest!"

After hanging up the phone, Ding Xin, holding a cigarette in his mouth, casually dropped his phone on the coffee table, slowly exhaled a puff of smoke, and turned his gaze back to the plainclothes officers in front of him...

His eyes were cold and his smile gradually became ferocious...

"Ding...Manager Ding..."

The plainclothes officers trembled and tried to retreat, but were controlled by the thugs and could not move, with only fear on their faces.

"Don't blame me when we cross the Naihe Bridge later. We are all gangsters. We must admit our mistakes and stand at attention when we are beaten..."

Ding Xin's voice was eerily calm.

Before he finished speaking...

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

"Following orders?"

Ding Xin's smile became even more ferocious. He interrupted the plainclothes officer and said, "We are all adults now. We should take some responsibility and be responsible for our own actions..."

Talking...

He stretched out his hand to his waist and pulled out a dagger. He played with it in his hand, and the blade flashed with cold light.

"This is for real!"