Transmigrated Son-in-law

The surrounding crowd looked at Yang Xuan like he was a fool.    

The men who had thought Yang Xuan was weak and had mocked him for his cowardice and incompetence now that Yang Xuangaang was strong and this group of people thought Yang Xuan was stupid, a dozen or so big men who could lift him up and swing him round with a single fist.    

He actually dared to spout such outrageous words, beating them up until their parents couldn't even recognize him.    

If this wasn't retarded, then what was?    

Yang Xuan heard a new round of discussions about his IQ. He looked at the blue sky in Ning Dong, wondering if he was not on good terms with this place and would be scolded for everything.    

Yang Xuan was speechless towards the crowd.    

The tattooed man was provoked by Yang Xuan, but he did not get angry. He pointed at Yang Xuan and laughed as if he heard a funny joke.    

"Yo, is this sissy here to tease us?"    

The tattooed man's companions also mocked Yang Xuan in disdain.    

"I'm afraid that our men aren't interested in fun and want to play monkey tricks for us to see."    

"Or do you mean to say that you feel that it's not good to be a coward, so you pull the wool over your eyes and slap your face to make it look like you're a fatty?"    

… ….    

At this moment, Cai Meilin ran out from behind Yang Xuan. Her face pouted as she retorted, "My beloved is awesome. Don't underestimate him. If you get beaten up in a bit, don't blame me for not reminding you beforehand."    

Cai Meilin's words were extremely mischievous and cute. The hearts of the large men burned with passion, but after hearing her words, they couldn't help but laugh until they were crooked.    

"Beauty, it's not that I'm trying to hurt your confidence, but if your skinny bamboo pole boyfriend whose thighs are not even as thick as my arm can shake me, I'll immediately kneel down and recognize him as my big brother and be his slave."    

The tattooed man had a complacent expression on his face. His eyes, however, were slightly drooling as they sized up Cai Meilin's beautiful figure, especially at a place that was tall and straight, with a great deal of nostalgia.    

Cai Meilin frowned, feeling extremely disgusted in her heart. She pretended to be happy and cheered, "Alright! My beloved will soon have a group of subordinates that I can be a slave to."    

Then wouldn't I have to become big sister as well? "    

The crowd of onlookers sighed at the beautiful woman who was about to be spoiled by this hoodlum. It was a truly a pity.    

But listening to her as brainless as her boyfriend,    

He sighed in his heart. Sure enough, it was not that they didn't belong in the same family, but that they had some retarded boyfriend or idiot girlfriend.    

Everyone originally sympathized with their admiring feelings. For a beautiful and moving face, it was a bit of a waste to grow it on a straw bag.    

As a result, he instantly felt that there was nothing left to see and decided to leave.    

When he heard Cai Meilin's words, the tattooed man's expression turned ugly.    

So what if she was a rare beauty? Wasn't mocking him in front of so many people a little too insensible?    

The tattooed man, also known as Wu Dalee, stared at Cai Meilin in annoyance.    

"Beautiful girl, seeing your beauty, my brothers can only pity and speak to you gently. If you don't know what's good for you, my brothers won't treat you kindly when you speak."    

Wu Dalee said as he used his thick hands to clamp Cai Meilin's white and pointed chin.    

Although she knew that Cai Meilin was powerful, Cai Meilin was pretending to be a fragile woman. Cai Meilin blocked her in front of her with her right hand, grabbed Wu Dalee's palm, and twisted it to the side.    

"Ao, ao, ao …" "Fuck you, let go of laozi."    

Caught off guard, Wu Dalee cried out in pain after being twisted by Yang Xuan.    

He didn't expect this skinny pork chop to have a bit of strength in his hands.    

Wu Dalee's eyes were filled with viciousness as he felt the pain in one move. His right hand was restricted, and he also had his left hand and leg. He raised his left hand and was about to give Yang Xuan a slap on the head.    

Yang Xuan let go of Wu Dalee's right hand and quickly grabbed the hand that came along with a gust of wind. Then, he squeezed and twisted again.    

"Crack!"    

This time, Yang Xuan did not show any mercy and directly broke Wu Dalee's right hand. The wrist of his right hand hung down powerlessly, as if there was no support.    

"Ahh …"    

Wu Dalee screamed miserably. His eyes were filled with tears and were filled with pain.    

Yang Xuan lost his smile and the temperature in his eyes became cold.    

"In my life, the thing that I hate the most is people wanting to slap me. Not only do you want to slap me, you've also insulted my parents. You're more like a woman who has me. You deserve to die."    

Seeing Wu Dalee not giving up and kicking him again, a trace of a cruel smile appeared on the corner of Yang Xuan's mouth.    

"It seems like you won't die until you reach the bottom of the Yellow River."    

Yang Xuan also threw out a kick due to luck.    

When the crowd that was preparing to leave saw the sudden fight, they all became interested in watching.    

The two people, who had huge differences in stature, thought that Yang Xuan would definitely be slapped so hard that he would lose his head and be unable to find the north.    

Unexpectedly, that Chop White Chicken that they were not optimistic about, actually grabbed Wu Dalee's hand steadily and even crippled him.    

They could not believe it. What made them even more stunned was that Wu Dalee's kick was comparable to a bull's leg. That pretty boy friend with a gigolo actually wanted to use his slim leg to meet force with force?    

Although Yang Xuangaang's grip on Wu Dalee surprised them both by the strength of his grip, they didn't think much of Yang Xuan, Wu Dalee, or the hard steel of his legs.    

After all, one was like an elephant's leg, while the other was like an ant's leg.    

Unfortunately, reality hit him in the face once again.    

"Ahh …"    

Wu Dalee bent his waist from the pain. His left hand, which could still move, was pressing down on his right leg, which seemed to be fractured.    

His eyes were filled with both pain and anger.    

"Brothers, attack! Don't f * cking stop for laozi if you don't turn this stupid bastard into a level 10 cripple!"    

The contest between Yang Xuan and Wu Dalee only lasted for a minute or two. The other bullies didn't expect Yang Xuan to dare to fight back and were stunned for a moment.    

By the time they reacted, Wu Dalee had already been beaten up by Yang Xuan in front of them.    

It howled like a pig being butchered.    

Hearing Wu Dalee's words, the hoodlums looked at each other and thought, I have to beat Yang Xuan to death, otherwise, when boss reacts, when he was beaten up, this group of lackeys would just be watching in a daze, after all, it would not be so wonderful to find trouble later on.    

The hoodlums each took out a long blade that was pinned behind their backs. They raised their blades and fiercely hacked towards Yang Xuan.    

When the surrounding people saw the ten or so long blades, they were so frightened that their faces turned pale. They all retreated to a distant place to watch the commotion.    

These people were here just to watch the show. They were not afraid of death or accidents.    

Cai Meilin looked at the crowd dispersing into the distance. She smiled mockingly and nimbly hid behind Yang Xuan.    

"Dearest, no matter how these people talk, they start slashing. This society is so terrifying, you have to protect me well, I don't want to die early."    

Yang Xuan's eyes twitched as he looked at the dozen or so knives coming at him. He didn't even blink as he saw that the knife's edge was only 10 centimeters away from his scalp.    

The other spectators were all so nervous that they were about to have a heart attack. The next scene would definitely show the scene of their heads moving and their blood splattering.    

The timid ones couldn't control their fear anymore and screamed for Yang Xuan.    

"Ahh …"