The Crazy Son-In-Law

Watching as Shen Mohan, who had fallen silent, stared at him with a fierce look, Xiao Shun, expressionless, said, “I don’t like to waste words. One choice, do you want your hand or your foot?”

Shen Mohan said nothing, only staring at Xiao Shun with intensity.

He didn’t believe the other party would dare to act against him in Northleap. Even on this small piece of land, not even the godfather himself could escape the pursuit of the Shen family.

Unfortunately, when Xiao Shun decided to play his hand, not even the godfather would be a match for him.

“Not bad, a bit of backbone, but it ends here!”

Casually, Xiao Shun’s eyes sharpened, then he abruptly grabbed Shen Mohan’s arm and exerted force.

Just as he intended to break Shen Mohan’s arm, Mo Yibai quickly rushed over and restrained Xiao Shun’s hand.

“Let him go. After all, he is my classmate,” Mo Yibai spoke.

Xiao Shun smiled lightly and released Shen Mohan’s arm.

“Her words are more effective than your arm!” With that, Xiao Shun mocked Shen Mohan, who was now sweating profusely.

Looking at Shen Mohan’s swollen cheek in front of him, Mo Yibai sincerely advised, “Let’s go. Don’t do stupid things in the future.”

Enduring his humiliation, Shen Mohan remained motionless, gazing at Mo Yibai. “Have you always considered me a classmate all these years?” he asked.

Mo Yibai shook her head, not answering the question. Sometimes, silence is also an answer.

Seeing this, Shen Mohan smiled painfully, adding to his current embarrassment, evoking a sense of desolation.

“Xiao Shun, you will pay for this!” With those words, Shen Mohan turned and left without looking back.

“Stop!” A voice mercilessly halted his steps.

Turning around in anger, Shen Mohan challenged, “What else do you want? Do you really think I’m afraid of you?”

Mo Yibai signaled to Xiao Shun, shaking her head, indicating not to be too harsh. However, they both misunderstood Xiao Shun’s intention.

Pointing to the men lying on the ground, Xiao Shun sighed, “Get rid of these guys too, otherwise my car won’t be able to get in later!”

Upon hearing this, Shen Mohan’s determined look faltered, and Mo Yibai’s concern turned to astonishment.

Before long, Mr. Shen, with a grim expression, finally woke up several senior brothers of the North Club, thanks to Xiao Shun’s restraint. Otherwise, these guys probably wouldn’t have woken up so easily.

“The hospitality you just showed, my master will surely seek justice for us in the future!” A burly man with a beard, holding his arm, approached Xiao Shun.

Xiao Shun waved his hand carelessly, “Alright, alright. Have your master prepare a gift in advance. I will personally welcome him when the time comes!”

“Hmph!” With a snort, the bearded man and his six junior brothers left.

After they left, Shen Mohan looked apologetically at the burly man, whose expression was constantly changing, and apologized, “Today’s matter is my oversight. I failed to investigate Xiao Shun’s background beforehand, which led to the humiliation of our senior brothers.”

Hearing this, the burly man shook his head. “This is not your fault. The North Club has always advanced and retreated together. We senior brothers cannot sit idly by when insulted. It’s just a pity that Xiao Shun is too strong, and we are far from his match.”

Upon hearing this, Shen Mohan pretended to look desolate, “Xiao Shun is indeed too powerful. It might be best for us to stop here, to avoid bringing great enemies to our school.”

These words immediately hooked the burly man, who began to grow angry, “For over sixty years, our North Club has never feared any enemy. Our master has always warned us to not seek trouble, but also not to fear it. Xiao Shun was so arrogant, our master will surely seek justice for us!”Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

As they spoke, they arrived at the imposing gate of a martial arts hall. The gate, with its green tiles and red bricks, exuded an ancient air. A sign with the gilded characters “North Club” hung on the crimson wooden door, displaying vigorous and forceful calligraphy.

Outside the gate, a junior disciple on night duty saw Cloud Return and the others returning with injuries and couldn’t help but ask, “Senior brothers, what happened?”

Cloud Return replied with a question, “Has our master retired for the night?”

The junior disciple didn’t dare to ask further and immediately replied, “Master has just returned from the Cao family, so he probably hasn’t rested yet.”

“Good.” Cloud Return nodded, and they stepped through the gate of the martial arts hall.

“Cloud Return, what brings you to me at this late hour?” A middle-aged man sat in the study, looking up at Cloud Return standing before him.

This middle-aged man was none other than the current head of the North Club, Storm Spear’s only successor, Qin Zhenhuan.

This man was a martial arts grandmaster, with unparalleled skill in the Storm Spear technique. In Northleap, he alone had suppressed other martial arts halls.

Facing his formidable master, Cloud Return didn’t dare to be negligent and recounted the events that had just occurred in detail.

“Master, tonight…”

After listening, Qin Zhenhuan stood up with interest and walked over to his disciple.

“Oh, this lad was able to break through your energy shield with just a finger?” He then grabbed Cloud Return’s right hand and, upon seeing a bruise the size of a fingertip on his elbow, he chuckled. “This lad’s internal strength is not small, and his acupoint technique is exceptionally fierce. However, from your description, he gives the impression of being self-taught.”

Cloud Return added indignantly, “Master, you must intervene for us. That scoundrel Xiao Shun even threatened to have you prepare a gift and await his arrival!”

Qin Zhenhuan, however, did not seem to be too concerned. After all, as a renowned martial arts master, he had no need to engage with a young man.

Moreover, he was quite interested in a young and powerful person like Xiao Shun, and for a moment, he even felt inclined to take him as a disciple.

Upon this thought, he laughed heartily, “Heh, it’s just youthful arrogance. When I have time, I will personally meet him. If he can become my disciple, I can train him.”

Though Cloud Return felt displeased, he dared not show it. He merely reminded, “Master, there’s no need to wait. You will have the chance to meet him tomorrow.”