The screams ford a stark contrast to Yu Minglang’s calm yet displeased voice.
"Breaking into a private residence, taking hostages, intimidating others, deliberate harm, and the most unforgivable one, looking at my woman with a lecherous gaze!"
With every sentence he spoke, soone would scream, though it was unclear what he did.
Anyway, when Yu Minglang ntioned the last point, it was the most miserable scream, and Qian realized the one being beaten was that man called Jiu.
Jia Xiufang was too shocked to even cry, staring at the closed door, not knowing what Yu Minglang was doing on the other side.
All she could deduce from the screams was that Yu Minglang was surely giving those bad guys a one-sided thrashing.
Initially worried about Yu Minglang getting hurt, now the worry was that he might beat them too badly.
"Qian’er... aren’t you going to check? Minglang won’t cripple anyone, right? Let’s not have him take the bla for this!"
Qian’s face was grim, "No need, he knows his limits."
Qian didn’t want to be his burden, so she stayed inside. The fight outside ended faster than she expected, with Yu Minglang easily wiping out those small-ti thugs.
Inside, Qian and Jia Xiufang couldn’t see the outside situation, but Chen Zilong saw it all vividly. If it weren’t for his mouth being stuffed, he’d be gaping in astonishnt.
This was so incredibly cool!
Chen Zilong would never forget how Yu Minglang finished the fight in under a minute.
Taking on eight at once seed unbelievable, a scene Chen Zilong thought only existed in Hong Kong movies before today.
But his future brother-in-law had completely upended Chen Zilong’s worldview in an extraordinary way.
After Qian and Jia Xiufang went indoors, Yu Minglang pulled a rod-like object from his waist, swung it back, and it turned into a black lightning bolt, taking soone down in just a second. The coolest part was when Yu Minglang castigated the intruders for their cris while striking swiftly.
He’d knock soone down with each accusation, and later didn’t even bother with the baton, opting to use his fists. Anyone hit by his fists or legs couldn’t get up.
He was still controlling his strength, as Yu Minglang usually played with bricks at ho. They had learned actual combat skills, and for him, failing to take down an opponent within three moves was considered a failure.
And these small-ti thugs were street-level hooligans with no real fighting skills. They were no match for Yu Minglang in a fistfight. Plus, they were a mismatched group, lacking teamwork or an organized attack. Seeing one get taken down, the rest cowered.
A disorganized rabble, to the point where Yu Minglang considered using his baton on them an insult to the baton.
The most ridiculous was that leader, Jiu. Seeing his n get beaten by Yu Minglang, and realizing he couldn’t escape—Yu Minglang was near the door, and one would have to pass him to get out.
Thinking quickly, Jiu decided to lie on the ground.
He wouldn’t wait to be beat down, so he played dead as many have done throughout history!
After clearing the place, Yu Minglang felt sothing was missing when he looked around, then spotted Jiu lying on the ground with a narrowed gaze.
He hadn’t forgotten how lasciviously this guy had looked at Qian. Approaching, he delivered a kick to an indescribable area, which, to be fair, was relatively gentle.
Compared to how he handled the others, that kick was rciful. Yu Minglang obviously could have caused real damage, but he held back, enough to make this lecher suffer, yet not enough for a legal injury report.
The specific spot made Jiu’s scream particularly miserable.
Chen Zilong, upon seeing this scene, stared wide-eyed—what a hero!
His future brother-in-law was like a god with his swift and decisive victories!
To say these people were stupid is an understatent. No wonder Mr. Yu said they weren’t formally recognized in the underworld, just insignificant pawns. Anyone with a bit of sense would avoid causing trouble at Qian’s house.
Yu Minglang’s identity was a secret, but Jia Xiufang dealt in scrap collection for redevelopnt areas. Those with so background knew the family’s powerful connections, with Yu Mingli backing them, who would dare make trouble?
Only these short-sighted, background-less thugs would pursue money only to encounter soone formidable. Yu Minglang wiped them out effortlessly.
Grabbing Jiu by the hair, Yu Minglang lifted him off the ground. Jiu maintained a comical pose with his legs tight and face twisted, desperately wanting to hold what felt broken, but his hands were restrained by Yu Minglang, leaving him to plead continuously.
"Brother, please show rcy, have a heart!"
"rcy? Did you think of rcy when you hit my brother-in-law and scared my mother-in-law? Speak! Who sent you?"
Yu Minglang reprimanded sharply.
"No one... Ah! Brother, be gentle, if I die, you’ll break the law too!"
To drive thugs to use legal protection shows how high Yu Minglang’s violence ter was.
Yu Minglang gave a cold smile, "You talk law to ? I studied law. Do you know what justifiable defense is? You illegally intimidated my mother-in-law, then beat my brother-in-law, and involved others. Just for that, you deserve a beating. Speak! Who sent you?"
When interrogating, his voice was different, definitely intimidating. These small-ti thugs, frequenting police stations, feared this rightful tone, intimidated by Yu Minglang’s little show of force.
"It, it was Mr. Chen who sent us!"
"Mr. Chen?"
"He runs a fruit stall where we play cards, said his ex-wife was rich, told us to scare her—We didn’t want to cause much trouble, but so many people only for 2000 yuan. Brother, consider our low fee, let us go!"
This Jiu was a coward, fawning for rcy after running into a hard wall.
Not showing the arrogance from when they first entered, bad guys were just like that—bully the weak, fear the strong, and shrink when confronted by power.
Qian and Jia Xiufang ca out. On hearing it was her deadbeat father’s sche, Qian was not surprised. She had guessed, along with Yu Minglang, that it was most likely a farce her father directed and starred in.
Now, it was rely confirmation.
Jia Xiufang was the one shocked.
"Chen Lin sent you? That shaless old fool! What have I ever done to him for him to sabotage like this! And even hit my son!" Jia Xiufang was trembling with anger. Qian, fearing her rising blood pressure, quickly helped her sit down in the small room where several people lay unconscious.
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