Supreme Heir Son-in-law
Author: Tomorrow Little Fish
Chapter 137: Youâre Courting Death
"Come on, come at me together." Xu Ke raised a middle finger to the two men, the provocation on his face was more than obvious.
On the other side, the manâs wailing came to an abrupt stop, and Lin Mengyao, panting heavily, sat directly on the ground, unable to muster any more strength to get up.
Just now, she took advantage of a distraction, using two fingers to jab into the opponentâs eyes. When he let go and covered his eyes, she turned around and kicked with all her strength at the most vulnerable part of a manâs body. At that moment, the only thought in her mind was not to let him get up.
Therefore, as the man writhed in pain on the floor, even though she had no strength left, she forced herself to stay conscious until he completely lost consciousness before daring to sit down and rest.
Meanwhile, Xu Keâs side, the two men glanced at their unconscious companion, then turned their attention back to Xu Ke. "Letâs attack him from both sides and avenge our brother," one man said, clenching his fist at the other.
"Okay, at that time I must skin him like a beast and pull out his tendons," the other licked his lip, staring coldly at Xu Ke, and said.
"Dream on if you think you have it in you to skin me and pull out my tendons," Xu Keâs eyes were as dark as a black hole as he looked at the two men. His breathing gradually calmed, even the rate of his heartbeat slowly decreased, though the murderous intent in his heart kept fermenting, bubbling up blood-colored thoughts.
"You think youâre still the Hurricane dominating the boxing ring? Now youâre nothing but a dead dog, a powerless wreck putting on airs here, itâs really laughable." After speaking, the man rushed toward Xu Ke with a raised fist, and the other didnât show weakness, following his partnerâs movements, aiming a punch at Xu Keâs face.
The combat power of the two men wasnât weak, and they struck with brutal force. At this time, Xu Ke was wounded, with injuries to his limbs from the opponents, clearly at a disadvantage. There were timid onlookers who dared not watch and closed their eyes.
But at this moment, Xu Keâs mindset was stable, his eyes showing unprecedented calmness and determination. When the fists reached him, Xu Ke unhesitatingly kicked toward the person on his leftâs chest, while rotating his body, he used a Tai Chi stance to grab the opponentâs wrist, directly attacking the opponentâs chest with his fingers.
An instant suffocating sensation enveloped him. Xu Ke, taking advantage of this gap, made fists with both hands and struck at the opponentâs temples. This time, Xu Ke slightly raised his middle finger, creating a sharp protrusion, and used it to smash fiercely at the opponentâs temples on both sides. In just an instant, the man passed out.
Among the four who had just come at him, only the man who had just been kicked by Xu Ke could still stand. But this time, his expression became grim, "I really didnât expect you to be so tough. We clearly beat you to such a state, yet you stood back up and took out two of our men. We underestimated you."
"Cut the crap. None of you are leaving today." Xu Keâs arm started to tremble slightly.
Everything that just happened and his all-out attacks werenât without consequences, at least now he didnât even have the strength to lift his arm again.
The man across noticed Xu Keâs current state and couldnât help but smile smugly, "If Iâm not mistaken, now you probably donât even have the strength to raise your hand. With a condition like yours, what makes you think you still have the right to win? Tch, I thought you were really that powerful, turns out youâre just a paper tiger."
"Iâll give you a chance to admit your mistake to me. As long as you kneel and kowtow to me three times and shout âI was wrong,â Iâll spare you and your woman, otherwise, Iâll strip her naked in front of you and throw her onto this street. Iâm sure sheâd become the most eye-catching sight here," the man added with a malicious grin.
"Even if my limbs are broken, killing you would be as effortless as pie." Xu Ke licked the wound on his lip, the murderous intent inside him already uncontrollable, "You should feel lucky there are too many people around, or else..." Xu Ke didnât finish his sentence, but the murderous look in his eyes completed the unspoken words.
"Want to kill me? Letâs see if you have the skills." The man snorted coldly and charged first toward Xu Ke, this time targeting Xu Keâs arms.
His eyes were filled with the thrill of battle, looking somewhat crazed. Xu Ke stood still, as if he had given up resistance. But when the man reached a certain range suitable for attack, a wicked grin appeared on Xu Keâs lips. This grin made the manâs movements instinctively slow down, but at this stage, itâs all about speed and sharpness. Once his speed slowed down, everything was gone, and the momentum he built instantly vanished.
Upon seeing the manâs slowed movements, the sincere grin on Xu Keâs face grew. When the man realized he had been tricked, it was already too late. Xu Keâs foot, with all his strength, kicked at his chest. The sound of bones shattering within his body was clearly audible. The manâs sight went black, and he fell to the ground, spewing out a mouthful of blood.
He accidentally choked on the blood, causing a heart-wrenching cough, but his chest was already crushed, part of it piercing into his lungs. Every cough pulled at the wound, turning his face pale in an instant. Yet, not coughing was unbearably uncomfortable, instantly making his once-pale face redden again.
The manâs condition was dire, and Xu Keâs situation was no better. The kick he just delivered used up all his strength, causing him to stagger a bit afterwards. He stood still, taking a few deep breaths before heading towards Lin Mengyao.
"Can you still walk?" Xu Ke stood in front of Lin Mengyao, his voice somewhat shaky as he asked.
Lin Mengyao, bracing against the pain all over her body, stood up from the ground and mumbled, "I can."
"Are you alright?" Lin Mengyao looked at Xu Keâs trembling arm, worry evident in her voice.
"Iâm fine, letâs head home." Xu Ke forced a smile towards Lin Mengyao, enduring the pain from his wounds.
The onlookers saw Xu Ke and Lin Mengyao staggering as they supported each other, walking out, and no one stopped them. Some even offered to help, suggesting they drive the two to the hospital.
Li Lihua was no longer among the crowd; one could imagine she had driven away herself. With it being difficult to hail a taxi at the commercial street, both Xu Ke and Lin Mengyao in a physical state at their limit, Xu Ke didnât refuse the offer, thanked the person, and got into the car heading to the hospital.
Meanwhile, the four men lying on the ground werenât as lucky. Many people among the crowd had seen them trying to forcibly drag Lin Mengyao into the car. So when later arrivals, oblivious to the cause, wanted to call an ambulance for them, they were enlightened by enthusiastic spectators. The people who initially wanted to call not only refrained but also spat viciously on them and cursed before leaving.
The men lay there until nightfall, when someone finally regained consciousness and ended their fate of lying on the ground.
On the other side, the manâs wailing came to an abrupt stop, and Lin Mengyao, panting heavily, sat directly on the ground, unable to muster any more strength to get up.
Just now, she took advantage of a distraction, using two fingers to jab into the opponentâs eyes. When he let go and covered his eyes, she turned around and kicked with all her strength at the most vulnerable part of a manâs body. At that moment, the only thought in her mind was not to let him get up.
Therefore, as the man writhed in pain on the floor, even though she had no strength left, she forced herself to stay conscious until he completely lost consciousness before daring to sit down and rest.
Meanwhile, Xu Keâs side, the two men glanced at their unconscious companion, then turned their attention back to Xu Ke. "Letâs attack him from both sides and avenge our brother," one man said, clenching his fist at the other.
"Okay, at that time I must skin him like a beast and pull out his tendons," the other licked his lip, staring coldly at Xu Ke, and said.
"Dream on if you think you have it in you to skin me and pull out my tendons," Xu Keâs eyes were as dark as a black hole as he looked at the two men. His breathing gradually calmed, even the rate of his heartbeat slowly decreased, though the murderous intent in his heart kept fermenting, bubbling up blood-colored thoughts.
"You think youâre still the Hurricane dominating the boxing ring? Now youâre nothing but a dead dog, a powerless wreck putting on airs here, itâs really laughable." After speaking, the man rushed toward Xu Ke with a raised fist, and the other didnât show weakness, following his partnerâs movements, aiming a punch at Xu Keâs face.
The combat power of the two men wasnât weak, and they struck with brutal force. At this time, Xu Ke was wounded, with injuries to his limbs from the opponents, clearly at a disadvantage. There were timid onlookers who dared not watch and closed their eyes.
But at this moment, Xu Keâs mindset was stable, his eyes showing unprecedented calmness and determination. When the fists reached him, Xu Ke unhesitatingly kicked toward the person on his leftâs chest, while rotating his body, he used a Tai Chi stance to grab the opponentâs wrist, directly attacking the opponentâs chest with his fingers.
An instant suffocating sensation enveloped him. Xu Ke, taking advantage of this gap, made fists with both hands and struck at the opponentâs temples. This time, Xu Ke slightly raised his middle finger, creating a sharp protrusion, and used it to smash fiercely at the opponentâs temples on both sides. In just an instant, the man passed out.
Among the four who had just come at him, only the man who had just been kicked by Xu Ke could still stand. But this time, his expression became grim, "I really didnât expect you to be so tough. We clearly beat you to such a state, yet you stood back up and took out two of our men. We underestimated you."
"Cut the crap. None of you are leaving today." Xu Keâs arm started to tremble slightly.
Everything that just happened and his all-out attacks werenât without consequences, at least now he didnât even have the strength to lift his arm again.
The man across noticed Xu Keâs current state and couldnât help but smile smugly, "If Iâm not mistaken, now you probably donât even have the strength to raise your hand. With a condition like yours, what makes you think you still have the right to win? Tch, I thought you were really that powerful, turns out youâre just a paper tiger."
"Iâll give you a chance to admit your mistake to me. As long as you kneel and kowtow to me three times and shout âI was wrong,â Iâll spare you and your woman, otherwise, Iâll strip her naked in front of you and throw her onto this street. Iâm sure sheâd become the most eye-catching sight here," the man added with a malicious grin.
"Even if my limbs are broken, killing you would be as effortless as pie." Xu Ke licked the wound on his lip, the murderous intent inside him already uncontrollable, "You should feel lucky there are too many people around, or else..." Xu Ke didnât finish his sentence, but the murderous look in his eyes completed the unspoken words.
"Want to kill me? Letâs see if you have the skills." The man snorted coldly and charged first toward Xu Ke, this time targeting Xu Keâs arms.
His eyes were filled with the thrill of battle, looking somewhat crazed. Xu Ke stood still, as if he had given up resistance. But when the man reached a certain range suitable for attack, a wicked grin appeared on Xu Keâs lips. This grin made the manâs movements instinctively slow down, but at this stage, itâs all about speed and sharpness. Once his speed slowed down, everything was gone, and the momentum he built instantly vanished.
Upon seeing the manâs slowed movements, the sincere grin on Xu Keâs face grew. When the man realized he had been tricked, it was already too late. Xu Keâs foot, with all his strength, kicked at his chest. The sound of bones shattering within his body was clearly audible. The manâs sight went black, and he fell to the ground, spewing out a mouthful of blood.
He accidentally choked on the blood, causing a heart-wrenching cough, but his chest was already crushed, part of it piercing into his lungs. Every cough pulled at the wound, turning his face pale in an instant. Yet, not coughing was unbearably uncomfortable, instantly making his once-pale face redden again.
The manâs condition was dire, and Xu Keâs situation was no better. The kick he just delivered used up all his strength, causing him to stagger a bit afterwards. He stood still, taking a few deep breaths before heading towards Lin Mengyao.
"Can you still walk?" Xu Ke stood in front of Lin Mengyao, his voice somewhat shaky as he asked.
Lin Mengyao, bracing against the pain all over her body, stood up from the ground and mumbled, "I can."
"Are you alright?" Lin Mengyao looked at Xu Keâs trembling arm, worry evident in her voice.
"Iâm fine, letâs head home." Xu Ke forced a smile towards Lin Mengyao, enduring the pain from his wounds.
The onlookers saw Xu Ke and Lin Mengyao staggering as they supported each other, walking out, and no one stopped them. Some even offered to help, suggesting they drive the two to the hospital.
Li Lihua was no longer among the crowd; one could imagine she had driven away herself. With it being difficult to hail a taxi at the commercial street, both Xu Ke and Lin Mengyao in a physical state at their limit, Xu Ke didnât refuse the offer, thanked the person, and got into the car heading to the hospital.
Meanwhile, the four men lying on the ground werenât as lucky. Many people among the crowd had seen them trying to forcibly drag Lin Mengyao into the car. So when later arrivals, oblivious to the cause, wanted to call an ambulance for them, they were enlightened by enthusiastic spectators. The people who initially wanted to call not only refrained but also spat viciously on them and cursed before leaving.
The men lay there until nightfall, when someone finally regained consciousness and ended their fate of lying on the ground.