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

Ding Xin was leaning comfortably on the sofa with a cigarette in his mouth, feeling lazy and not wanting to move at all.

A cigarette after a meal is better than a living god.

What Wang Zhi said was right, An Hemao's cooking skills are really amazing.

It's a talent.

"Hey, hey, why are you so nervous?" Ding Xin glanced at the side and said unhappily.

An Hemao was seen sitting on the bench with his back straight and his whole body almost stiff.

"Nothing...nothing, brother." An Hemao stammered.

"Okay, I'll leave after a break. Look at how cowardly you are now."

"It's okay, big brother, you can stay as long as you want."

"Really?"

“Really…really.”

"Tsk, you stupid bastard."

Ding Xin cursed with a smile.

The more he looked at An Hemao, the funnier he found him, but that was normal.

Think about how it would feel if your boss suddenly came to your house for dinner one day, and you will understand his current situation.

Just then, An Hemao's cell phone rang.

He subconsciously looked at Ding Xin.

"Why the hell are you looking at me? If there's a phone call, just answer it yourself."

"yes, Sir."

An Hemao took out his cell phone and it was an unfamiliar number.

"Hey?"

An angry voice came from the other end of the phone: "Move your fucking car away! It's blocking my way, you bastard!"

After saying that, he hung up the phone directly.

An Hemao's anger rose immediately, and he blurted out: "Shit, dog..."

Then he remembered that the boss was the only one in the room, and he forced himself to hold back the curse words that were about to come.

"What's wrong?" Ding Xin asked.

"I don't know who called and said my car was blocking the road." An Hemao explained while suppressing his anger.

"Well, go move the car. I have to go back too. Can you give me a ride?"

Ding Xin stood up immediately after he finished speaking.

It’s not a good idea to keep waiting. Let’s talk about it later.

"yes, Sir."

An Hemao quickly opened the door.

downstairs.

An Hemao walked around his car and found that there was no one around.

He frowned and said angrily, "Shit, this bastard is playing tricks on me? Don't let me know who he is!"

Ding Xin stood by silently, the scene in front of him seemed a little familiar.

really.

The next moment, a figure holding an iron rod slowly walked towards them from a distance.

He was stunned when he saw Ding Xin. Obviously, he didn't expect that there would be another person here in the middle of the night.

But he soon came to his senses and shouted, "What are you looking for, you big fool? Move the car!"

The attitude is extremely arrogant.

interesting.

Ding Xin smiled playfully, leaned against the car body, lit a cigarette, and prepared to watch the next show.

By this time he already knew who the figure was.

That's the perverted murderer.

In the movie, this scene is a farce directed and performed by the perverted murderer, with the intention of framing An Hemao.

No matter what, let’s wait for An Hemao to cut the bastards first.

"Xiba!"

An Hemao spat out a mouthful of national treasure, and his clenched fists showed that he was now on the verge of exploding.

He turned around and bowed his head to Ding Xin and said, "Brother, please wait a moment. I'll go teach that bastard a lesson first!"

Ding Xin smiled and blew out a smoke ring, then nodded: "Go..."

After getting permission, An Hemao didn't waste any words.

His eyes flashed fiercely, he sneered, and took a step forward, striding towards the figure.

"Hey, you bastard, why don't you move your car..."

The man's tone was still arrogant, and seeing that the distance between them was getting closer, he subconsciously took a step back.

An Hemao raised a scornful smile at the corner of his mouth, but he kept walking.

The man also realized that his actions were a bit cowardly.

He took a deep breath, his face gradually became ferocious, and he rushed over quickly, swinging the iron rod.

"A little bastard!"

An Hemao's eyes flashed with disdain, and he restrained himself, swung his right fist and hit the man hard in the face.

"boom!"

The man who had been so arrogant just now was instantly knocked to the ground, bleeding from his nose.

The iron rod in his hand also fell to the ground.

His strength cannot be said to be weak, it can only be said that it is not strong at all.

Ding Xin, who was watching the show not far away, laughed out loud. To be honest, using the word "weakling" to describe someone is an insult to them.

Ankhmao's anger has not yet been fully vented.

He took a step forward, reached out and grabbed the man's hair, and regardless of the man's wailing, he slapped him twice in the face.

"Are you still going to scream?"

The man did not answer, but raised his hands high, holding An Hemao's arms, struggling and shouting: "Xiba, let me go, or I will kill you!"

"You haven't figured out the situation yet, have you?"

As An Hemao spoke, he grabbed him by the hair with one hand and the collar with the other, lifted him up and threw him to the ground.

"Oh!"

The man was so dizzy from the fall that he couldn't get up for a long time.

He still couldn't get rid of his hatred.

She walked up to the man and spat directly on him.

Ding Xin, who was not far away, whistled with a smile and was watching with great interest.

To be honest, it feels so fucking good!

"I've been disliking you for a long time, bastard. Today I'll teach you how to write the word death!"

An Hemao looked around, walked to a distance and picked up the iron rod that the man had dropped before, walked back to him with a figure eight step, and swung the iron rod to smash him down.

"Wait, wait, I was wrong, I was wrong."

The man knelt down on the ground tremblingly, hugged An Hemao's calves tightly, and begged for mercy desperately.

Crying and snotting.

"Oh, you're crazy."

An Hemao was breathing heavily, but he also put down his raised hand.

"I won't dare to do it again. Please stop hitting me..."

The man continued to beg with a crying voice.

"Shit, how can there be a loser like you in this world? Are you really asking for a beating?"

An Hemao looked at him with disdain, and when his anger had almost subsided, he threw away the iron rod in his hand.

"Pooh!"

He used his right leg to push the man away, looked at him contemptuously, and spat.

Seeing that the man had become a complete coward, An Hemao turned around contentedly and strode towards Ding Xin.

However, he did not notice the sinister smile on the corner of the man's mouth.

It was a smile of conspiracy.

...

"I'm sorry, brother, I kept you waiting for so long." An Hemao bowed respectfully.

"it's over?"

Ding Xin smiled and flicked the cigarette butt in his hand away.

"Yes, that person is the freak I mentioned. He is a coward. I just gave him a good lesson."

It can be seen that he is in a good mood now.

"What do you think? Do you think he could be the murderer?" Ding Xin asked lightly.