The Crazy Son-In-Law

A lone figure stood at the entrance of Starline. It was Bear, dressed in black, hands behind his back, and his expression unchanged in the face of a hundred teeth baring men. His eyes showed no hint of fear.

On the rooftop of the building opposite the entrance, Zhu Que stood with her sniper rifle, facing the wind. Her long hair danced in the breeze, and her stunningly beautiful face was as cold as frost. Her long eyelashes never blinked.

“Tell your boss to come out now. How dare he mess with our Young Master? He’s really tired of living,” said Crazy Hand as he approached Bear, stopping several meters away. He noticed that Bear showed no signs of retreating and couldn’t help but hesitate.

He raised his hand, signaling his men to stop, and stepped forward arrogantly. “Damn it, haven’t you heard who’s in charge of Stillwater now? We just haven’t even bothered to collect protection fees yet, and you dare stick your neck out. Do you believe we’ll wash your broken company in blood?”

A bald man with a fierce face beside him taunted.

A hint of disdain flashed across Bear’s resolute and cold face. “With just you guys?”

“What the hell did you say?!” the bald man scolded.

“Kid, you’ve got guts. Why don’t you join me? I guarantee you’ll never have to worry about your life, much better than being a security guard here,” Crazy Hand interrupted with a raised hand.

He admired the young man who dared to confront the hundred men behind him without changing his expression, reminding him of his own past.

“You’re not qualified,” Bear replied indifferently. “As long as I’m here today, you won’t step a foot inside.”

A woman next to Crazy Hand chuckled and said in a coquettish voice, “Yo, even a little security guard dares to be so arrogant now. No wonder that bastard is so fearless. Boss, don’t waste your breath with him, just chop him up and feed him to the dogs.”

“Who do you think you are, dumbhead?!”

The bald man waved his machete and charged forward towards Bear.

Bear’s mouth twitched slightly, and without moving, he calmly kicked straight out at the bald man’s chest.

The bald man grunted, and his massive body flew backward several meters before crashing into the crowd, wailing in pain.

Bear, who came from the top-tier domestic Tiger Claw Reconnaissance Team, almost killed him with just one kick.

“Got something, huh, no wonder you’re so arrogant! Get him!” Crazy Hand knew he was no match for Bear in a one-on-one fight and shouted.Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

The henchmen behind him rushed forward at the command.

Bear moved swiftly like the wind, and in the blink of an eye, he was by Crazy Hand’s side.

A cold glint flashed before his eyes, and he grabbed the hand holding the machete, squeezing it hard. The pain made Crazy Hand instinctively spread his palm, releasing the hilt.

Bear flipped his wrist, and the machete was now in his hand.

In the blink of an eye, the cold blade was pressed against Crazy Hand’s throat.

“Stop! Stop now!” Crazy Hand quickly raised his hand to stop his men from advancing and shouted anxiously.

The thugs immediately halted and took two steps back in unison.

The woman next to Crazy Hand was already terrified, her soul scattered, her body trembling slightly, and she collapsed to the ground.

Zhu Que on the rooftop watched the scene below with interest, thinking to herself, “Where did boss find this guy? He’s pretty good.”

Seeing that she had nothing to do, she narrowed her eyes, raised her rifle, and aimed it at the heads below through the scope, muttering, “Bang!”

“Brother, please show mercy and spare my life,” Crazy Hand said with a trembling voice, as sweat beaded on his forehead despite the cold weather.

Having often seen bloodshed in the underworld, he could sense the murderous aura emanating from Bear.

“I can spare you, but you and your men need to crawl away,” Bear said coldly.

“Then you might as well kill me,” Crazy Hand clenched his teeth and lifted his chin, looking resigned to death.

How could he continue to lead his men and maintain his reputation if he did this? Furthermore, Master Zhuang wouldn’t let him go. He knew what fate awaited him in Master Zhuang’s hands, and it was better to let Bear slit his throat now than to suffer later.

Besides, he was confident that Bear wouldn’t dare kill him in public.

“Kneel down!”

Bear kicked the back of his knee, and Crazy Hand, in pain, fell to his knees.

“Do you really think I won’t kill you?” Bear’s expression remained unchanged, the machete still against Crazy Hand’s neck.

“If you have the guts, just kill me,” Crazy Hand looked up with a hideous smile.

Bear sneered, removing the machete from Crazy Hand’s neck, and glared at him fiercely.

“Scared, huh? You think you can kill someone like this? Have you ever seen blood?” Crazy Hand mocked him, now certain that Bear wouldn’t dare kill him, and laughed even more recklessly.

“I never use a knife when I kill,” Bear retorted.

Bear pulled out a gun from behind and pressed it to Crazy Hand’s forehead. As a sniper during his time at Tiger Claw, being forced to use a knife against an enemy meant that he was in danger. Fortunately, he had never encountered such a situation.

With a gunshot, a brilliant spray of blood burst from the back of Crazy Hand’s head as he fell backward, his terrified eyes filled with disbelief.

Bear wasn’t talkative, but his inner thoughts were rich.

“If you were an ordinary person, I might have hesitated. But you’re a scum with multiple lives on your hands. Why would you think I wouldn’t dare to shoot? This is removing a menace for the people!”

With the leader dead, the gang members hesitated, their fierce faces revealing a hint of uncertainty. No one was unafraid of death, not even blood-stained villains.

The young woman who had been bossing around just moments ago sat paralyzed on the ground, looking at Bear like he was a devil, her beautiful eyes filled with tears, her body trembling uncontrollably.

“Still not leaving?” Bear’s face remained icy, his cold gaze sweeping over the crowd, his tone indifferent.

After a standoff, someone in the crowd shouted, “Retreat!” and the people, who had already been considering leaving, dispersed in a clamor.

A disdainful smile flashed across Bear’s face – what a motley crew.

He then called Xiao Shun and briefly reported the situation. Xiao Shun was pleased, but previous experience told him that this matter was far from over and needed to be resolved at its root.

From Song Qingzhou’s tone, it was clear that the Song family’s underground power in Stillwater was probably unable to help – not surprising, as the family had been under pressure recently, and this part of their power had likely already been crushed.

It seemed that Xiao Shun would have to take matters into his own hands.

Xiao Shun was puzzled – wouldn’t it be better for everyone to live in peace? Why did they have to go looking for trouble?