Tyrant Son-in-law

"I can come with you, but I'm going to the funeral!" Hu Yiming said word by word.    

    

"Mr. Hu, please don't make things difficult for us!" The burly man was already prepared. If Hu Yiming refused to cooperate, they would forcefully take him away.    

    

He then took out his cell phone and called Hu Lei, "Third brother, you better get your people out of the way and attend the funeral. I will naturally leave with your people, or else I won't mind giving that share to my big brother."    

    

The burly man received the call from above. No matter how unwilling he was, he still made way for Hu Yiming.    

    

Originally, they wanted to follow them up to the mountain, but were stopped by Hu Yiming. Hu Yiming didn't want them to disturb Grandpa Zhu's peace and quiet.    

    

However, the burly man had no choice but to send people to guard the mountain. They wouldn't let Hu Yiming escape again.    

    

Seeing that Grandpa Hu was buried safely, Hu Yiming finally let out a sigh of relief in his heart.    

    

"I'll drag those people, hurry up and leave." Zhu Shanchuan said.    

    

Hu Yiming looked at Grandpa Zhu's tombstone and smiled: "No need, Uncle Zhu. There are some things that I should take care of myself."    

    

Then, Hu Yiming walked down the mountain. The burly man didn't expect Hu Yiming to actually come down the mountain and let his child go by himself.    

    

However, no matter what, the burly man still got into the car with Hu Yiming. The car drove slowly on the main road.    

    

Suddenly, another group of people appeared. They were also driving a black car. Then, half of the people in the car leaned out and started shooting at Hu Yiming's car.    

    

Even though the windows of the car were bulletproof glass, the sound of the bullets colliding with the glass was enough to send chills down the back of one's neck and give one goosebumps.    

    

Hu Yiming didn't need to think to know that these people were after him, and it was very possible that they wanted his life.    

    

The burly man was miserable as well. He never expected to be robbed on the way.    

    

"F * ck, driving is so slow, hurry up and drive!" the burly man shouted.    

    

Unlike the beefy man's panic, Hu Yiming, who was sitting on the side, seemed a lot more relaxed. It was as if he didn't know that the people outside were shooting at him.    

    

Gradually, cracks began to appear on the windows.    

    

The driver had already stepped on the throttle to its limit. At this moment, a large truck appeared in front of them. The driver wanted to push down the brake and turn the steering wheel crazily, but it was too late.    

    

The dilapidated car rolled twice on the road, and its occupants were wounded.    

    

Hu Yiming protected his head tightly. He could only feel blood gushing out from his chest cavity.    

    

Finally, the car stopped for the flood. The smell of gasoline permeated the air.    

    

The burly man and the chauffeur fainted immediately, especially since the chauffeur was seated at the very front. Due to the distortion of the car's front, his legs were squashed into a bloody mess.    

    

Hu Yiming kicked the car door open with great difficulty and climbed out. He knew that the car would probably explode soon. Right now, the most sensible choice was to quickly escape from the car.    

    

However, Hu Yiming still didn't leave when he saw the driver and the burly man inside still breathing.    

    

He brought out the relatively easy burly man. Coincidentally, the burly man woke up at this moment. He opened his eyes and looked at Hu Yiming with a complicated expression.    

    

"Hurry up and run when you wake up. This car is about to explode." Hu Yiming said coldly. Then, he turned around and opened the driver's door.    

    

The driver was troubled, his leg was stuck there with blood and flesh all over. Hu Yiming tried to push the car away, but it was useless.    

    

The driver woke up from the pain and looked at the scene in front of him in horror. He struggled to escape, but his leg was stuck tighter and tighter.    

    

"Save me! Please save me! I don't want to die!" At this moment, the driver could only place his hopes on Hu Yiming.    

    

The smell of gasoline was getting stronger, and he knew what was going to happen next, but he really didn't want to die.    

    

Hu Yiming's expression became a lot heavier. Suddenly, he saw a sharp dagger on the car.    

    

"Your legs or your life!" Hu Yiming asked.    

    

The driver answered without hesitation, "Yes."    

    

Hu Yiming immediately picked up the dagger in the car and swung it towards the driver's leg.    

    

The driver screamed in pain as his body was covered in cold sweat. In the end, Hu Yiming broke his leg and came out. Then he carried the half of his body and ran into the forest with all his might.    

    

As he advanced, the car exploded with a bang.    

    

If Hu Yiming was any later, both he and the driver would have felt cold.    

    

He really didn't expect Hu Yiming to save them. He didn't know if he should call Hu Yiming stupid or not, in their line of work, it was like repaying a debt of gratitude for nothing. As long as the money was enough, his benefactor was nothing.    

    

The driver who was saved by Hu Yiming was not a good person either.    

    

Hu Yiming took out the acupuncture he prepared to stop the driver's bleeding. Otherwise, the driver would have died from excessive blood flow.    

    

After doing all this, he could finally rest. He sat limply on the ground, breathing heavily. Not far away, the burly man was currently fighting another group of people.    

    

No one really noticed it.    

    

Suddenly, the driver took out a knife from his pocket and swung it towards Hu Yiming. However, before he could touch Hu Yiming, his chest was kicked and he fainted right after.    

    

"It's even." Even he didn't expect that Ye Zichen would help Hu Yiming.    

    

Hu Yiming didn't say anything. He looked at the driver with a complicated expression. He finally understood what a farmer and a snake meant.    

    

The driver's kick from the burly man had used almost all of his strength. The injuries he had sustained were not light, and the actions just now had affected his wounds, making them even more severe.    

    

With great difficulty, he moved his body and found a tree to sit on.    

    

Hu Yiming walked in front of him and placed his hand on the burly man's wrist. He looked at the injury and took out a powder from his pocket. Ignoring the burly man's refusal, he sprinkled it on the burly man's leg.    

    

"You owe me again. If I'm not my powder, then your leg will be crippled. Either a high amputation or a high amputation." Hu Yiming said with an evil smile.    

    

The burly man glared at Hu Yiming: "You are being nosy, are you? When my brother comes back, I will still bring you in front of Master Wu Liang."    

    

Hu Yiming shrugged and didn't care at all: "Anyway, I have some things to do, so I want to have a good chat with a good Third Bro like me."    

    

Very soon, Hu Lei's men arrived. The people who wanted to kill Hu Yiming earlier all ran away. Some even died.    

    

The group of black-clothed men walked up to the burly man and subdued him. Their attitude was not very respectful. After all, the burly man was only a small leader in their group.    

    

As for the driver, no one cared about him anymore. He lay on the ground with his body half pulled along, not knowing if he was dead or alive.