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

"You guys."

Ding Xin nodded to Jin Mingzhe and the others and said, "You stay here to clean up the scene. Do you know what to do?"

Several people said in unison: "I know, don't worry, big brother!"

Ding Xin nodded and said solemnly: "Do a good job of handing over, and also make sure to count the casualties among our people."

"Pass my words on. I, Ding Xin, will not let any of my brothers suffer any loss!"

"Yes, big brother!" several people said solemnly.

At Ding Xin's signal, Jin Mingzhe took the pistol handed to him by Li Zicheng.

Although it was not stated explicitly, he was the temporary person in charge on the scene.

"An Hyuk-mo and Oh Tae-sik come with me, the rest of you go get busy!"

Ding Xin waved his hand and asked them to disperse.

The younger brothers of the Xinyi faction began to get busy under the command of several small leaders.

Walk out of the farm.

Ding Xin looked up at the starry sky. The moon was unusually red tonight.

He stretched out his hands again, only to find that they were covered in blood.

Fortunately, it was other people's blood.

It only takes a moment.

An Hemao had already sat in the driver's seat, and Wu Taizhi and Li Zicheng were holding Yin Junxiong and sitting in the back seat.

The co-pilot seat was left to him.

This is normal. Do you expect him to get along with the guy named Yin?

"Brother, shall we set off now?" An Hemao asked with a silly smile.

Because he was embarrassed in front of Ding Xin last time, he learned from his mistakes and kept strengthening his training after he recovered from his injury.

Look, his sweat was not in vain.

It can be said that tonight, apart from Ding Xin, he might be the one with the least injuries.

Ding Xin glanced at Yin Junxiong, who had his hands tied in the back seat.

I wanted to make a joke, but I found that he didn't even have the courage to look me in the eye.

Not interesting.

Smiling, Ding Xin raised his chin and said, "Let's go."

"Yes."

The black car restarted and drove in the direction it came from.

Because of the hot weather.

The air conditioner in the car was on and the windows were closed.

But there were blood stains on several people's bodies, and as time went by, the smell of blood in the car became stronger and stronger.

Ding Xin couldn't stand it anymore, so he opened the car window directly, letting the fresh warm air outside the car flow in and blow away the turbid blood in the car.

The slightly hot warm wind gently blew on his face.

The photo made his eyes half-closed.

Whether it is his body or his mind, he feels extremely comfortable at this moment...

Chapter 72: Giving in

It was already late at night when we arrived at the warehouse on the outskirts of Yongsan District.

It was unusually quiet all around.

Ding Xin's car stopped at the door. As soon as he got out of the car, he saw Ding Qing coming towards him with an excited look on his face.

He stretched out his hands and shouted loudly: "Hey, you have worked so hard, little brother."

Ding Xin pushed him away and patted his clothes with disgust on his face.

I have goose bumps all over my body, which is disgusting.

Li Zicheng also got out of the car, bowed his head and said respectfully, "Big Brother."

Ding Qing didn't care. He turned his gaze to Li Zicheng, looked him up and down, stepped forward, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Well done!"

Li Zicheng's face was also full of excitement.

Ding Xin hooked his finger behind him, and Wu Taizhi pushed Yin Junxiong over.

The two leaders of the Peking University sect met again in this way.

Ding Qing still looked nonchalant.

He walked a few steps closer, looked Yin Junxiong up and down, and said with a smile: "Hey, isn't this our brother Junxiong? Why is he in such a miserable state?"

As he said this, he stepped forward and helped him brush the dust off his body.

Yin Junxiong shrank back and gritted his teeth, saying, "Ding Qing, you bastard, you dare to attack me, big brother will not let you go!"

"Really? Don't worry, brother is waiting for you."

Ding Qing laughed without caring, his tone revealing a sense of joy.

...

Inside the warehouse.

Ding Xin saw at a glance a little old man who was soaked all over, tied tightly to a chair, listlessly, with bruises all over his face.

Obviously, his previous experience was not good.

Ding Xin guessed that he should be Cheng Zhiyong, the leader of the Peking University sect.

Maybe it was because he was taken prisoner.

Ding Xin didn't feel any pressure from him.

Only the look in his eyes was still sharp and proud like a phoenix.

But in Ding Xin's opinion.

At this moment, he looked more like a wet chicken.

Ding Qing was in high spirits. He pushed Yin Junxiong's shoulder and walked in front of Cheng Zhiyong.

He teased, "Boss, how's it going? My little brother brought Junxiong to you. Do you have anything to tell me?"

Cheng Zhiyong just stared at Yin Junxiong without saying a word.

Yin Junxiong also lowered his head and remained silent.

No one knows what they are thinking now.

Seeing Cheng Zhiyong didn't say anything, Ding Qing paused and said, "Hey, hey, hey, boss, don't you want to say something?"

"Weren't you expecting Junxiong to come and save you? Look, now that he's here you're silent again."

Cheng Zhiyong turned his gaze to Ding Qing, still without saying a word.

But there was complexity in his eyes.

Ding Qing also felt a little bored and stopped smiling: "Old man, at this point, do you still want to persist?"

"Ding Qing, if you let me go now, I can pretend that this incident never happened." Cheng Zhiyong finally spoke.

laugh!

Ding Qing sneered, pushed Yin Junxiong away, leaned over and stared into Cheng Zhiyong's eyes, without saying a word, just watching quietly.

Cheng Zhiyong also looked at him without flinching.

Time passed by minute by minute.

Suddenly, Ding Xin keenly sensed a slight change.

Cheng Zhiyong's eyes began to become evasive, and his expression became unnatural.

He is old after all.

Snapped!

Ding Qing suddenly slapped Cheng Zhiyong in the face.

Cheng Zhiyong was slapped to the ground along with his chair. Yin Junxiong, who was standing next to him, subconsciously took a few steps back but was caught by Li Zicheng.

Ding Qing squatted down, grabbed Cheng Zhiyong's graying hair, and lifted him up with the chair.

The pain of his scalp being torn made Cheng Zhiyong groan in pain.

"Do you think I can't do anything to you if you refuse to sign?"

Ding Qing's eyes were filled with hostility, and he said word by word: "Do you really want to force me to do this?"

Of course, Cheng Zhiyong would not give in so easily.

He started out in the gang when he was young, and after experiencing many ups and downs over the years, he has become an old hand.

Now he has failed, and even his most promising younger brother has been arrested.

It can be said that there is no hope of escape.

Now, only the properties in his hands can save his life. This is his last straw.

If he signed these documents as Ding Qing requested, he would really be of no value at all, and one could imagine what would happen to him.

"Brother Ding Qing."

Ding Xin's voice suddenly rang out, instantly attracting the attention of everyone in the warehouse.

He walked up to the two of them unsteadily, holding a dog-leg knife in his hand, yawned, and asked, "What are you talking about with him? It's so late, can you finish it early?"

"Forehead..."