Son-in-law's Romantic Life

I will let these people understand how terrifying it is to offend the Dragon Palace.    

Perhaps it is because of the pungent smell of blood, or perhaps it is because of the effects of the wine rolling in his stomach. The slight fear in his chest instantly disappeared. In his brain, there was only an extremely intense madness left.    

A scream pierced the night sky.    

There was a bottle on his thigh, and blood was flowing out.    

The little brother's body rolled on the ground, and he kept rolling. He was screaming in pain.    

That voice was extremely sharp in this silent space.    

As for the boss behind him, he was scared silly by the scene. His face was pale and his body was curled up behind the counter, shivering.    

Dozens of meters away, in the big car, Sister Xiaolin's eyes were looking at the scene in the distance. Her eyes were slightly worried.    

Those little brothers were really shocked by this scene.    

Originally, they only saw a young kid and no one took this spearhead kid seriously. But who would have thought that it would be such a young brat that they had not taken to heart at all? His attacks were far more vicious than normal people's.    

However, these people weren't ordinary people after all. They quickly reacted.    

"F * ck you, you're courting death..."    

"Kill him..."    

One by one, they slammed the table and instantly stood up. In their hands, there were all sorts of weapons.    

Although they did not know the identity of this brat, since he dared to make a move here, they had to let this brat understand just how cruel this world was.    

The two closest people instantly charged at me.    

The left rod and the right saber simultaneously fell towards me.    

Stretching his hand into his pocket, two Mad Dog Saber instantly appeared in his palm, blocking the two guys on the left and right.    

With a whoosh, a series of sparks exploded in an instant.    

At the same time, a kick suddenly flew up and directly kicked the leg of the person on the left.    

It was on the knee.    

If it was me before, I would probably have kicked this guy in the stomach.    

But ever since I learned left fist from Xiaolin, my consciousness has clearly changed greatly.    

Even if I kicked him in the stomach and sent him flying, it would seem very powerful, but so what? That kick will not cause any serious damage to the target.    

As for the Zuo family fist, everything was aimed at a vital point, either death or injury.    

The places where the attack was aimed at were the weakest and most fatal places on the opponent's body.    

The Zuo Clan Fist, rather than a fist technique, was more like a form of consciousness and a battle philosophy.    

My foot directly kicks this fellow's knee. With my strength, this fellow is simply unable to withstand this kick.    

With a kacha sound, that knee instantly twisted in an irregular position towards the back. The knee bone was directly broken, and the leg bone was broken.    

The pale bones even pierced through the skin of the facial expression. The color was red and white, and it looked exceptionally sinister, making one's hair stand on end.    

That kind of intense pain was even more so unbearable for this little brother. His body immediately fell to the ground and kept rolling on the ground. That kind of sharp scream in his throat had almost reached an unprecedented limit.    

Even those who often mingled in the Dao and licked blood with their blades felt goosebumps all over their bodies when they saw this scene.    

At this moment, they finally understood that this stinky brat in front of them did not seem to be a big deal. He was not a young brat at all. He was a ruthless person, an absolutely ruthless person.    

Before the person on the right could react, the saber in his left hand spun in his palm. With a swoosh, it sliced through the finger of the person who was holding the saber.    

Swoosh...    

The saber made a piercing sound of friction with the saber's hilt through the finger.    

The two fingers separated from the palm and fell to the ground.    

Ruthless.    

Ruthless.    

Mad dog.    

Wild beast!    

Another scream was heard.    

The ten fingers were connected to the heart, and two fingers were directly cut off. What kind of pain was that? When the intense pain came, this little brother's body was violently twitching. Bean-sized beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. In almost an instant, it rolled down his face.    

The degree of ferocity in his attacks caused even me to feel a chill run down my spine.    

Previously, although I liked to fight, even though I often fought, and even that intense killing intent would emerge in my heart from time to time, I had never felt this intense and severe before.    

I seem to no longer be me. I have already become a complete stranger.    

Previously, although my consciousness was shrouded in darkness, I felt an extremely strong urge to kill someone in my heart. But at that time, I was just a little hoodlum and didn't have any specialized studies... There weren't many techniques and methods that could be used.    

But now, everything seemed to have changed.    

The dark killing intent in my heart was still strong. The urge to kill was rolling in my chest. The stimulation of fresh blood made me unable to control it.    

However, compared to before, I now clearly know how to kill, how to make these people suffer even more, and how to deal the most terrifying damage to these people.    

This kind of change is absolutely fatal.    

A bloody hole was pierced through his thigh, the bones of his knee were shattered, and two of his fingers were severed...    

In a short period of time, the three of them had all suffered extremely severe and tragic injuries.    

I didn't kill them, because these people didn't kill Brother Feng and the others. That's why I didn't kill them. I only wanted to repay what Brother Feng and the others suffered to these people. That's all.    

However, these three people had obviously lost their combat strength.    

The two military knives in my hands were pointed straight at the bald man who had just stood up. I said coldly, "There are nineteen more..."    

Nineteen. That was the number of people who could still fight.    

The baldy's face was covered with a large amount of dirt. He casually wiped it with his hands. His eyes, whether it was because of the stimulation from the chili or because of the anger in his heart, turned red.    

His eyes stared at me. The voice that came out of his throat was exceptionally hoarse. "Kid, who are you?"    

The baldy wanted to know who I am and why I suddenly attacked, and why I was so ruthless.    

That kind of appearance was simply the most fatal and heartless killer.    

"I am Ye Chen..."    

"He's from the Dragon Palace!"