The Crazy Son-In-Law

Outside the construction site’s main gate, dozens of people were making their way over. Judging by their attire, most of these folks seemed to be local ruffians from Harrow, muttering and grumbling as they arrived at the gate, armed with various weapons.

At that moment, a ruffian with a green-topped head, spewing profanities, swaggered up to a brother from the Pearl Commercial Chamber, pointing and commanding, “Get the boss out here, damn it!”

The members of the chamber had seen grander spectacles, so they scornfully looked at the green-haired fellow, unfazed by his antics. Annoyed by their lack of response, one of the younger men in the crowd waved a knife, exclaiming, “You deaf? Go get some backup or else you’ll be in the hospital by nightfall!”

His display of arrogance riled up Fei’s crew, but they restrained themselves, waiting for their leader’s command before causing any trouble.

Amidst the riled-up group, Fei casually adjusted his grassland hat, shot a provocative look at the burly man before him, and quipped, “Did you hear that? My boys here have short tempers. Get reinforcements, or you might be spending your New Year’s in the hospital!”

The burly man chuckled slyly, “Heh, hold on, I’ll go fetch them,” and swiftly dashed towards the construction site.

Seeing the man’s smirk, Fei couldn’t help but shiver, an ominous feeling creeping over him. But then, he dismissed his unease, surrounded as he was by forty-odd brothers. What was there to fear in such numbers?

“Fei, how much protection money should we collect today?” a barbered youngster asked quietly, leaning in.

Grinning darkly, Fei replied, “These guys are working here without my approval, disrespecting me. Today, they’ll have to pay up, or where will I put my face?”

As the two conversed, several more people approached, eight of them, all dressed uniformly in black. With his keen eyes, Fei spotted the golden dragon embroidered on their collars, and he shuddered, exclaiming, “Oh my, Persimmon Commercial!”Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

His words were like a stone dropped into still water, instantly stirring up the group. Persimmon Commercial’s “Red Enforcer,” Ma Jieke, was known for his unparalleled strength. Rumor had it that he single-handedly wrecked Little Knife’s stall and even gutted their leader, Chen Xiaodao.

Beside Fei, Yellow Hair nervously remarked, “Boss, things aren’t looking good!”

Rolling his eyes, Fei thought the comment unnecessary. What did he need the kid for? After a moment, he considered the situation-Mr. Tan had his eye on this land, but had failed to acquire it. Now, with Ma Jieke’s sudden appearance, Fei anticipated some drama.

With this in mind, Fei gestured to his dozens of followers, conceding the space near the construction site’s gate. Simultaneously, two figures emerged from the site, coming face to face with Ma Jieke and his entourage.

Upon hearing reports of trouble, Xiao Shun and Zhuang Jin promptly appeared, intending to confront the troublemaker. They had no prior knowledge of Ma Jieke’s arrival.

Observing the golden dragon on their collars, Xiao Shun chuckled faintly, “Did Sha Hai send you?”

“Our message is simple: get out of here with your men. These are Mr. Tan’s orders,” Ma Jieke stated, unperturbed.

Xiao Shun’s smile widened at Ma Jieke’s response. It seemed that Tan Haohan was still vying for this piece of land. Nevertheless, since Xiao Shun had already chosen this as the future factory area, there was no possibility of change.

“Tell Mr. Tan that I’ve claimed this land. If he disagrees, he can come and find me!” Xiao Shun declared proudly.

Fei and his crew, hearing this, were stunned. Who was this person who dared challenge Mr. Tan?

Did I just make a grave mistake by trying to extort this man? Fei suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

Ignoring Xiao Shun’s arrogance, Ma Jieke calmly asked, “So, you refuse?”

Before Xiao Shun could reply, Zhuang Jin, hot-tempered, seized the opportunity, aggressively interjecting, “You didn’t hear what my boss said? Get out or die!”

As tensions rose, the scene erupted. Ma Jieke’s blade darted towards Zhuang Jin in a flash, but the seasoned warrior deftly evaded the strike. With a swift motion, he grabbed Ma Jieke’s wielding arm and landed a powerful punch on his abdomen.

A loud thud resounded as Zhuang Jin’s fist connected, causing Ma Jieke to cough up blood, clearly affected by the blow. Undeterred, Ma Jieke continued his assault, aiming his blade at Zhuang Jin’s shoulder.

Simultaneously, the other seven members of Persimmon Commercial moved to support Ma Jieke, preparing to ambush Zhuang Jin. Before they could act, however, seven brothers from the Pearl Commercial Chamber charged out from the construction site, confronting the assailants.

In a matter of moments, a skirmish broke out, dividing the sixteen men into eight factions, each engaging in their own struggle.

Meanwhile, Xiao Shun showed no inclination to join the fight. Such a confrontation didn’t warrant his involvement; his men were more than capable of handling it. Despite this, his gaze remained fixed on Zhuang Jin and the ongoing battle.