The Crazy Son-In-Law

Zheng Yongzhang squinted his eyes, looking at the figure standing in the snow like a statue with mixed emotions, thinking that after so many years of preparation, he ultimately lost to this young man’s earth-shattering battle.

“Mr. Xiao, I think Master Zuo has a point. If you have any conditions, just put them forward, and let’s discuss,” Song Qingzhou agreed.

Wiping out the Sikong family was indeed easy for Xiao Shun, and the Feng family could use their influence to help him suppress the matter.

However, there were dozens of lives at stake, and most of them were innocent. The Song family, being benevolent enough, couldn’t help but feel pity.

Xiao Shun pondered for a moment and slowly exhaled.

“The Sikong family must kneel and apologize in front of my brother, send my brother off to his burial, and then leave Stillwater!”

Amidst the falling snow and freezing cold, Xiao Shun’s words pierced through the fluttering snow curtain, like a bone-burning curse that made the members of the Sikong family feel a deep sense of despair.

“You might as well kill us all!” A young man from the Sikong family screamed desperately.

“As you wish.” Xiao Shun flicked off the snow on his shoulder and strode towards the entrance of the mourning hall.

“Zhu Que!”

Bang!

A burst of flame shot out from the pitch-black muzzle of the gun.

In the blink of an eye, the young man who had just spoken had his head shattered, and the hot, crimson blood stained a large area of the crystal white snow.

Hiss!

The onlookers gasped in both shock and fear, shivering involuntarily. In this bone-chilling weather, they couldn’t help but break out in a cold sweat.

Only then did Zuo Zhiyuan manage to stand up from the ground with great difficulty, staggering before finally regaining his balance. Several members of the association hurriedly ran up to support him. His chest was still churning with blood, and his head was buzzing. Faced with dozens of grieving, desolate gazes from the Sikong family, he felt guilty.

However, in the face of such absolute power, any words seemed pale and powerless. If the Sikong family didn’t know what was best for them, there was nothing he could do.

Although Xiao Shun didn’t kill him, he had already left him utterly disheartened. Fifteen years ago and today, he was defeated by the same person. Now devoid of any fighting spirit, he just wanted to get this over with as quickly as possible.

“Mr. Sikong, please agree, saving your life is what matters most.”

“For the sake of your family, just accept it.”

The crowd also urged him.

“Father, I don’t want to die, I don’t want to die. Please, just agree,” Sikong Xing pleaded with a trembling body, clutching Sikong Jie’s sleeve and sobbing.

Sikong Jie’s face was ashen, and he stood there in a daze, not saying a word.NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.

“I’m willing to accept your conditions, I’ll do anything, just spare my life. Please don’t kill me, I don’t want to die, I really don’t want to die.”

Seeing Xiao Shun approaching, Sikong Xing let go of Sikong Jie, and with a thud, he knelt on the cold, dirty ground, crawling to his feet, begging with tears in her voice.

The already frightened members of the Sikong family also knelt down, begging in unison.

Once an unchallengeable, powerful family with a century long history, they had now fallen to such a miserable state. The onlookers couldn’t help but feel moved.

The most anxious of all was Zheng Yunhe. At this moment, he kept his head down, hiding in the crowd. He dared not leave but didn’t want to stay either, secretly hoping that Xiao Shun didn’t recognize him, as they had never met before.

Chu Jingtong had a similar state of mind, standing desolately in the crowd.

Regardless of whether his son was injured by Xiao Shun or killed, he probably wouldn’t be able to avenge him. Now, he just hoped to finish this journey and return home safely.

Sikong Jie’s eyes were downcast, unable to hide his sorrow.

“Oh heavens, I’ve only just taken this position for a few days, and now the Sikong family is going to be destroyed under my watch. How can I face our ancestors, how can I face my father?”

If it were just him, he would have been willing to die. But his family members were now all lying on the ground, begging bitterly. Could he let them die with him?

At this moment, the only way for him to save his family was to compromise. If they all died, what use would dignity, wealth, and other things be?

“The fate of the Sikong family lies in Mr. Xiao’s hands.” Sikong Jie slowly turned around, bowed deeply to Xiao Shun, his eyes filled with tears, his words filled with utter helplessness.

The members of the Sikong family and the surrounding people all breathed a sigh of relief. They were afraid that their new family head wouldn’t be able to swallow his pride, and needlessly sacrifice dozens of lives.

“Now, pay your respects.”

Xiao Shun pointed at the urn on the altar in the mourning hall and spoke coldly.

He paused for a moment before continuing, “Tomorrow will be my brother’s funeral, and all of you from the Sikong family must attend. Then, within three days, you must leave Stillwater and never set foot in it again as long as I’m alive.”

Sikong Jie swallowed hard and said, “Alright.”

With that, Sikong Jie was the first to kneel before Long San’s urn, followed by the rest of the Sikong family members.

As the matter with the Sikong family was settled, Xiao Shun’s gaze swiftly swept over the crowd, and he asked, “Are there any members of the Zheng family here?”

There was a brief silence in the room.

What was destined to come would eventually come.

Zheng Yunhe stood in the crowd, dozens of eyes already turning to him. Knowing he couldn’t hide, he quickly pushed through the people around him and stepped forward.

“Mr. Xiao, I am Zheng Yunhe.”

“Do you know why I’m looking for you?” Xiao Shun asked, with his hands behind his back and giving him a glance.

Zheng Yunhe nodded slightly, his voice trembling with apprehension, “My son once offended you, but he has already received his due punishment. Please forgive us, Mr. Xiao. The Zheng family will be at your service in the future!”

“Master, it was he who was behind what happened to Grandfather Lianghai,” Song Ling’er said at that moment.

Zheng Yunhe’s face changed dramatically, as his words were practically a death sentence for him.

He knew that the Song family had always been close to Xiao Shun; otherwise, Song Zhenhai would not have pleaded for him in the first place. Now, it seemed that even Song Zhenhai had underestimated this young man. With his strength, he didn’t need any protection at all.

“Kneel!” Xiao Shun’s tone was gentle, but it carried an irresistible authority.

Zheng Yunhe hesitated briefly before his legs gave way, and he fell to his knees with a thud.

“Not to me,” Xiao Shun reminded him.

Realizing his mistake, Zheng Yunhe quickly turned towards the three members of the Song family and pleaded with a trembling voice, “Mr. Song, I was wrong. I know it’s too late for words now, and Lianghai can never stand again, but… I am willing to compensate, no how much I would have to pay. I only ask for your forgiveness this once.”

Zheng Yunhe’s plea was disjointed and desperate. Song Zhenhai sighed softly and looked at Xiao Shun.

“An eye for an eye will make the whole world blind. Since Mr. Zheng has admitted his mistake, let’s put this matter to rest. Stillwater has been unstable lately, and it’s time for these issues to come to an end. Everyone should eventually live in peace and focus on our own business.”