Son-in-law From Dark World

"Rest more. Lie down first. The poison in your body has not been excreted."    

    

Qin Feng smiled awkwardly. When the Zhao Family brothers face each other, he would be too embarrassed to hug the little loli, who had already begun to develop, without causing a misunderstanding. If someone treated him as a perverted uncle, it would affect his reputation too much.    

    

Miaomiao curled her lips. She never listened to what her father said, but she had always been obedient to Qin Feng's words because she could always feel an endless sense of security from Qin Feng. It was like a warm current wrapped around her entire body, making her feel relaxed and happy.    

    

"Old Daoist, stop pretending to be dead. Go and grab some medicine. You're better at this than me. Don't worry, Boss Zhao will definitely benefit from this."    

    

Qin Feng walked up to the old Daoist and gave him a kick. The old Daoist didn't have any reaction to the first part of the sentence, so the latter part attracted his interest.    

    

After Zhao Tianhee heard this, he hurriedly nodded and said to the old Daoist, "Dao leader, don't worry. You will definitely be satisfied with the rewards. I will have to trouble you to come and take care of the concoction."    

    

Only then did the old Daoist straighten his body. Where did he get that half-dead look from? He was extremely resolute and started to walk towards the exit with quick steps.    

    

Qin Feng smiled, walked to the window and lit a cigarette, and crooked his finger at Zhao Tianhee.    

    

Zhao Tianhee hurriedly walked over.    

    

"Usually, who takes care of Miaomiao?"    

    

Zhao Tianhee instantly understood Qin Feng's sudden question. He vaguely understood the meaning of Qin Feng's words.    

    

"The one taking care of Miaomiao is Auntie Liu. Bro, if you have something to say, just say it. It's related to Miaomiao's comfort, so you can't be too vague."    

    

Zhao Tianhee hurriedly asked, wanting to get confirmation from Qin Feng.    

    

Qin Feng shook his head. His gaze shifted to a middle-aged woman who was walking into the yard with a vegetable basket.    

    

"This is the one?"    

    

Qin Feng pointed and asked.    

    

Zhao Tianhee nodded and didn't say anything, waiting for Qin Feng's answer.    

    

"Let me observe for two days before deciding, don't alert the enemy!"    

    

After Zhao Tianhee heard that, he turned around and gave some instructions to his sister. Zhao Zixin nodded seriously and the two of them left the room one after the other.    

    

At this moment, Miaomiao had already fallen asleep. Qin Feng raised his head and the phone rang. He quickly picked it up.    

    

"Hey, boss, the thing you asked us to look up last time, we already got the result. That streamer's name is Chen Yingying, and the money for the gift transfer was transferred into her personal account. After that, she transferred the money to someone named Su Shan.    

    

Keyboard Hero's words came over the phone. His efficiency had always been the same and Qin Feng was most satisfied with it. Otherwise, this unreliable guy would have killed him three years ago when he had stolen 20 million yuan from his bank account.    

    

Only when he found her did he realize that she was a cripple. She was sitting in a wheelchair, hiding in a small dark room with buckets of instant noodles scattered all over the ground.    

    

And the twenty million was not something he had stolen, but something he had donated to the orphanage.    

    

Keyboard Hero was a little fatty with a wretched appearance. He grew up in the orphanage and gradually learned about the art of hacking. He was also talented, and in just a few short years, his name had already risen to prominence in the industry.    

    

At that time, Qin Feng did not kill him. The death sentence could be avoided, but the crime could still be avoided. This allowed him to witness the world's most humiliating and cruel punishment.    

    

That was his guarding skill, the Qin style binding technique. He hung from the roof of the shed for three hours, and only when the little fatty almost had brain bruises did he put him down.    

    

"Alright, transfer the money over to my account. I don't need to teach you how to do it exactly, do I?"    

    

Qin Feng said with a smile.    

    

"Boss, the black accounts are suffering divine retribution right now. Besides, I'm very restricted."    

    

When Keyboard Hero heard this, he panicked and voiced out his difficulties.    

    

Qin Feng covered his ears and shouted into the phone, "I won't listen, I won't listen!"    

    

"Boss, can you not be so arrogant? Is there anything to discuss?"    

    

"Yes, that's a huge amount of money!"    

    

"Fine, I'll do it. However, I'll say it in advance. Once I've plotted against the money, no matter what methods are used, you will not be able to find me to settle the debt."    

    

After Qin Feng heard this, he said indifferently, "Don't worry, I am that kind of person, don't forget."    

    

After which, he no longer gave the other party the chance to spout nonsense.    

    

On the other side, Little Fatso stuck his head into the keyboard and hammered the table with both his hands as he let out a heart-wrenching shriek.    

    

In the evening, the weather in Longhai City was getting colder. Qin Feng wore a coat and stood in the courtyard, teasing a purebred Husky.    

    

At this moment, Miaomiao could get hurt at any time, and he couldn't leave for a short period of time. At the very least, he had to get rid of those fellows with bad intentions. Only then would he be at ease.    

    

"Brother Qin, from whom did you learn the acupuncture method?"    

    

At this moment, the old Daoist, who was wearing plain clothes, grabbed Qin Feng's crotch without a care for his image. He squatted beside Qin Feng like a louse.    

    

"Self-study? Do you even need someone to teach you this?"    

    

Qin Feng stretched out his hand and grabbed the Husky's mouth and pressed it against his teeth and skin. The Husky bit him and let out a howl. After a while, the dog's mouth was covered in blood, all his own.    

    

The old Daoist stood on the side with a twisted expression and stared at Qin Feng as if he was looking at a pervert.    

    

"Self-taught, I don't think so. From the looks of it, your technique is not only fast, but fast as lightning. You should have brought it on the battlefield before. There is a needle technique that is used to stop bleeding, or rather, for those who are about to die, it is very similar to your technique."    

    

The old Daoist asked in a neither light nor heavy tone. He took out a cigar, dropped it into his mouth and took a few puffs. He then opened the bottle of Coke in his right hand and gulped it down, his face filled with pleasure.    

    

"You know a lot, don't you, old Taoist? A story?"    

    

Qin Feng smiled and turned his head to look at the old Daoist Priest.    

    

In short, we are the same type of person, but I've already walked out, and you're still on the way. Brother, don't look like the city is so peaceful, in fact, it's not as safe as the place you've been in before.    

    

As he said that, the old Daoist put his arm around Qin Feng's shoulders, as if they were very familiar with each other.    

    

Qin Feng's expression froze as his berserk aura suddenly exploded. He was so shocked that the old Daoist scuttled forward like a frightened rabbit. He jumped a few meters into the air and closed the distance between him and Qin Feng.    

    

"So you are a patient, hehe, and even a doctor. You are already very ill, little brother, do you want this old Taoist to help you? With our relationship, as long as you give me several million, I will treat you."    

    

On the surface, the old Daoist seemed to be smiling mischievously, but in reality, he was quite shocked.    

    

Earlier, he clearly felt the bloodlust and ruthlessness from Qin Feng's body. It was as if an Asura that was about to descend upon the world was smearing the world with a terrifying aura that was three thousand miles long.