Son-in-law's Romantic Life

Gun!    

Guns again!    

That's why I said that I don't like this thing. I prefer to fight with fists that hit flesh. This thing is really too unskilled. A bullet can kill a person. I really don't know which bastard designed this kind of thing. Isn't this a scam?    

Even though I am very confident in my own strength, under the muzzle of the gun, I can't help but feel a strong threat. After all, this is a fatal thing.    

Although my body is standing motionlessly on the ground, on the other side, my spirit doesn't seem to feel any fear. Instead, it is filled with an even stronger and more excited madness.    

I thought of the time when I faced Bloodmassacre and the others.    

Dodge bullets one by one.    

Danger and stimulation.    

The feeling of walking on the edge of the steel rope cliff had a huge impact on his heart. That intense stimulation even made me unable to stop. It made me feel an impulse in my heart. I want to give it a try. Under the black muzzle of the gun... Would I be able to dodge this fatal bullet?    

I don't know, I don't know.    

In the end, reason overcame impulse.    

After all, this is a game of life and death. A single misstep could cost me my life. Even if I am extremely daring, I wouldn't dare to joke around with my own life.    

His eyes were like a hook staring at the woman in front of him.    

The woman's lips curled upward, as if she was mocking him.    

"Brother Chen, you are truly worthy of your reputation of fighting with your life on the line. You are really good at fighting." Looking at the miserable underlings around her, even the woman felt a chill in her heart.    

The appearance of these people was a little too tragic. Two of them had definitely been crippled and wouldn't be able to live well for the rest of their lives.    

"I heard that you sent over sixty of Bloodmassacre's subordinates to the hospital. I found it hard to believe. But now, it seems that if it's Brother Chen, he really does have that kind of strength."    

"But, Brother Chen, these are all our brothers. It's really heartless of you to be so cruel to your own brothers." The woman said with a cold smile.    

"But you guys came with a knife and tried to kill me. Are you not going to let me fight back?" Lips my lips and sneers as I say.    

"If it wasn't for the gun in your hand, you would want to capture me with just these trash?" My voice was filled with ridicule.    

"I can knock down all these trash with one hand."    

His expression could even be said to be somewhat arrogant, as if he didn't care about the people around him at all.    

I said that intentionally.    

The people in the underworld pay attention to one's face. Who doesn't have a bit of anger?    

There were so many people. It would be embarrassing if they couldn't defeat me alone, but now they are being mocked by me. They are even worse than trash. These people also feel quite angry in their hearts.    

I wanted to deliberately provoke these people.    

As expected, each and every one of them had an ugly expression on their faces. They couldn't take it anymore.    

Especially a little brother who had just been cut by me. His face became extremely gloomy, and he growled as he picked up a machete from the ground.    

Perhaps because I felt that the woman was threatening me with the pistol in her hand, I definitely wouldn't dare to do anything this time. This fellow didn't have any worries at all as he charged at me.    

The machete in his hand was directly chopped off at my shoulder.    

"F * ck, let me see who the f * ck is trash today..."    

"No..." The woman's expression changed abruptly. She wanted to say something to stop him, but it was already too late.    

As for me, my lips curled upward into a smug grin. That was exactly what I wanted.    

Just as this fellow handed the knife to me, this fellow's body appeared in front of me and blocked the woman's gun. Without the threat of the gun, would I still f * cking care about you?    

With a stride, his body instantly dashed forward and grabbed the man's wrist. With a twist of strength, with a creak, the area of his wrist was directly twisted by me. His entire body was pulled in front of me, completely blocking the muzzle of the gun in front of me.    

At the same time, his right hand stretched out like lightning, and the military knife was placed on the man's neck.    

With just a little bit of force, the military knife's blade immediately left a bloody wound on the man's neck.    

At this moment, this man finally felt the fear. His face turned ashen and his body kept trembling.    

"Sister Bing, save me..." The man screamed loudly, hoping that the woman could save him.    

At the same time, due to the constant pain on his wrist, large beads of sweat kept rolling down his face.    

It seemed that this woman really had some status.    

This woman did not say anything. The other people around did not move at all.    

However, the woman named Sister Bing had a gloomy expression on her face. She kept cursing this little brother of hers for being stupid, a damned idiot in her heart.    

Didn't she see that even though she had a gun in her hand, she didn't get too close to this man?    

This fellow is as dangerous as a tiger. You are rushing forward with a knife in your hand. Aren't you courting death?    

The situation that was already under control fell apart at this moment. Even this woman didn't know what she was going to do in this situation.    

As for me, my face is filled with pride.    

"What's wrong, woman? Why aren't you shooting? Why are you shooting now?" With a mocking smile, I said to the woman.    

That smug smile made the woman's mood even worse.    

The man who was controlled by me was looking at female leader with an expression of anticipation.    

But the words that came out of this woman's mouth pushed this person straight into the abyss.    

"Do you think that I would care about the life of a trash?" Sister Bing said coldly?    

Trash?    

This title made this man's face turn ashen. This kind of impact might be even greater than the fatal danger he had to face, right?    

And the continuous blows were still coming.    

"The life of a trash naturally doesn't matter. I don't care, and you don't care, but do you think I'm holding this guy as a hostage? Stop joking, they are all wily old foxes in the underworld. Who would care about such things?"    

"Although this guy is indeed a piece of trash, even if he is a piece of trash, he is still useful. At least, his body can barely be used as a human shield..."