Tyrant Son-in-law

Hu Yiming ignored the message and slowly walked out of the room to have his breakfast downstairs.    

Uncle Hwa looked at Hu Yiming hesitantly, but didn't say anything in the end and went upstairs.    

Hu Yiming looked and frowned. He wanted to ask something, but since this was Hu Family and they were all Hu Shaoguang's spies, he had no choice but to give up.    

However, he had a feeling that Uncle Hwa must have something to say to him.    

On the way to work, Hu Yiming's phone vibrated again. It was still a text from Zhuh Yang. However, his tone seemed to be more urgent this time.    

"Come quickly!"    

Hu Yiming raised his eyebrows. In the end, the car still turned around and went to this store. He wanted to see what the other party wanted to do.    

This jade artifact store was located at a relatively remote location, and was considered a shop from the early stages of Zhu Family. Initially, it was also a very good shop, but due to the transformation of the new and old districts, it gradually declined.    

However, because it was so memorable, it was kept until now.    

Soon, Hu Yiming arrived at this shop. Although it was daytime, it was still very cold and empty.    

Hu Yiming was very sensitive and felt a cold gaze from the moment he got off the car.    

Hu Yiming pretended not to notice and walked in.    

"Mr. Hu, you've finally come. Our young miss is waiting for you inside." A person dressed as a shop assistant walked over and said to Hu Yiming with a smile.    

Hu Yiming casually glanced at him and said, "You're new here, why haven't I seen you before?"    

The expression on the shop assistant's face did not change. "It's normal for the shop assistant, Master Young Master Hu, to not remember me."    

Hu Yiming didn't say anything and followed the shop assistant upstairs.    

The staircase was an old-fashioned wooden staircase, creaking as you walked up it. There was only a dim light flickering in the stairwell.    

It gave off a sinister feeling. If this was in a horror movie, a ghost might rush over in the next second, followed by cries from movie viewers.    

Then the ghost was scared.    

Thinking about that, Hu Yiming couldn't help but laugh.    

"Mr. Hu, what happened?" The shop assistant who was walking in front stopped and looked at him with a puzzled expression.    

Hu Yiming shook his head. "Nothing."    

The shop assistant gave him a deep look, then turned around and continued walking. Finally, they arrived at the second floor and pushed open the door to a room.    

He saw a woman sitting on the windowsill. It seemed to be Zhuh Yang.    

However, Hu Yiming knew that it wasn't Zhuh Yang. Without saying anything, he took out the silver needle from his pocket.    

As expected, when Hu Yiming walked in, the door closed behind him. The shop assistant in front of him suddenly sprinkled a handful of white powder on Hu Yiming.    

Although Hu Yiming dodged past them, he still inhaled a bit. In that instant, he felt dizzy.    

"Zhuh Yang", who was sitting in front of the window sill, also turned around. It was a man wearing a wig. He held a knife in his hand and thought about Hu Yiming mercilessly.    

Hu Yiming looked at that man's angry face and was awakened from his shock. He then turned around and dodged to the side.    

If Zhuh Yang were to know that a man as ugly as her was like her back, she would probably be so angry that she would smash his head.    

That man probably didn't expect that he would scare Hu Yiming so much.    

The shop assistant and the fake Zhuh Yang were both very skilled. Hu Yiming was gradually losing out.    

At this moment, the door to the room was pushed open and a tanned man walked in. He spoke in Burmese, "Trash, you haven't been dealt with!"    

Thus, the shop assistant and the fake Zhuh Yang's attacks became even fiercer.    

The big man also joined in the battle. At this time, Hu Yiming suddenly took out a handful of brown powder, although the shop assistant and the others also walked over.    

However, because he had inhaled a bit, his body still slumped down.    

The three of them laid on the ground and looked at Hu Yiming in disbelief, as if they were thinking how Hu Yiming did it.    

Furthermore, the powder they just scattered on Hu Yiming was very effective, so why was Hu Yiming fine?    

What they didn't know was that Hu Yiming had already taken a pill to prevent himself from being knocked unconscious, so Hu Yiming was proven to be right.    

More and more people rushed in from outside, just like a gourd boy coming to his death.    

Hu Yiming lifted the big man, picked up the fake Zhuh Yang's sabre, and pointed it at the big man's Bai Zixia. She looked at the children casually and said, "Put down your guns, otherwise, it won't be a pity for me."    

Hu Yiming used a bit more force on the sword in his hand and a bloody wound instantly appeared on the big man's neck.    

Just as the big man wanted to say something, Hu Yiming pierced his acupoint with a silver needle, leaving the big man speechless.    

Hu Yiming could tell from the look the big man had when he looked at him that he was truly filled with resentment, so it was very likely that he would choose to perish together with Hu Yiming.    

The big man's subordinates looked at each other in dismay. They did not know what to do. They were people who had licked their blood on the tip of their blades. Logically speaking, they should not be led away like this.    

"Will... He let go, we. I'll let you go. " a man said.    

Hu Yiming looked at him casually: "Tell me, what is the hot topic for all of you?"    

Hu Yiming spoke in Burmese.    

A trace of hesitation flashed across the faces of the big man's subordinates. They didn't know if they should say or not.    

Right now, the big man was speechless. He was anxious and angry, desperately using his eyes to signal the group of lackeys, but not a single one of them could communicate with him.    

"We're all avenging our boss." The man said.    

The big man was so angry that he stopped moving completely.    

It seemed that these people were the same as Hu Yiming, the same as the Burmese fake dealer.    

Hu Yiming narrowed his eyes. He suddenly had a plan. He immediately let the big guy go and pulled out the silver needles on his body.    

The big man could speak, but his body was still as soft as ever, supported by his younger brother.    

"I know you wouldn't believe me if I told you, but …" Speaking of which, Hu Yiming's Eye's Color sunk.    

"I know that your relationship with your boss must be very deep, but I want to say that I'm not the one who killed your boss. Although I've been to Myanmar, I haven't even seen your boss before."    

"You think we'll believe you?" The big guy sneered and said. His lackeys surrounded Hu Yiming without any change in their expression.    

"But what I said was indeed the truth. You guys also don't want your boss's murderer to be wandering around outside, right?"    

"Then who do you think killed our boss?"    

The big man's lackeys slowly made their way over.    

Hu Yiming said as if he didn't feel anything, "My third brother, Hu Lei, there is a method in this world called appearance changing. It can change you into someone else."    

"At that time, I was only thinking about how to save those kids, and I didn't have the mood to care about your boss's business."