The Crazy Son-In-Law

“Tsk, she’s just a little yellow-haired girl, how strong could she be? Though she does look quite pretty, if she fell into my hands, I’d be sure to train her well and make her…,” the scarred man said, but before he could finish speaking, a snow-white and crystal clear little fist suddenly burst through the car window next to him and appeared on his left side.

The bulletproof glass was actually punched through, yet the power of that little fist did not diminish at all. With one punch, it hit him on the cheek.

Blood splattered instantly, and a splash of blood red slowly flowed down the front window.

The scarred man gave a muffled grunt and spit out a few teeth.

“Damn it!”

He cursed angrily and wanted to fight back, but it was difficult to move freely inside the car.

When he tried to open the car door, the flawless little hand had already pulled the door off. Before he could see her face clearly, a little foot wearing cartoon patterned slippers suddenly kicked towards him again.

What the scarred man never expected was that the seemingly light and fluttering kick released an extremely astonishing amount of power.

His whole body crashed into the moustached man in the driver’s seat. After colliding, the two of them smashed open the door on the other side without reducing their momentum and tumbled embarrassingly onto the ground.

All these actions happened in a flash. The two cultivators sitting in the back seat only reacted at this moment that they were under attack!

The two cultivators quickly opened the car doors.

One of the cultivators had just put one foot out of the car door.

Song Linger twisted her body and delivered a sudden side kick towards the car door.

Bang!

Crack!

The sound of bones shattering could be heard as the cultivator’s calf was snapped by the reclosing car door!

“Ah!”

The cultivator let out a miserable scream. He quickly pulled his leg back in, and the wailing coming from inside the car indicated he had already lost his fighting ability.

The cultivator who jumped out from the other side leapt onto the roof of the car. Seeing Song Linger, he pounced at her.

Song Linger dodged to the side and kicked him away smoothly. With her full strength now, these low-level cultivators could not withstand her kick at all. The gap between their strengths was simply too big.

After being kicked several meters away, the cultivator let out a few painful groans before collapsing to the ground, no longer able to stand up.

The scarred man and the moustached man had also gotten up by now. Seeing this scene, they couldn’t help but gasp. Was this the little girl they were just gossiping about in the car?

Wearing a loose white T-shirt and blue jean shorts below, with a pair of pink cartoon patterned slippers on her feet, her ponytail tied loosely behind her head, and an exquisite and charming little face, she looked completely like a lazy girl next door. Yet her combat power was so freakishly formidable!

Facing such a girl with explosive combat power, the two men did not retreat either, moreover they still had several companions coming to help, currently rushing over here.

“Attack together!”

The moustached man, who was the squad leader of this operation and a sixth-rank cultivator skilled in vicious tiger claw techniques, shouted and pounced at Song Linger with claws outstretched.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

The tiger claw technique was rumored to have originated from the black tiger in the Wudang sect. It had internal and external training methods, and the moustached man had obviously mastered this set fully. Each strike came swiftly and fiercely with unified energy.

Moreover, each strike exerted force to the extreme and the angles of attack were extremely vicious and ruthless.

The scarred man took out a short dagger from his body.

Stabbing, slicing, thrusting, swiping, the cold light flickered as he slashed towards Song Linger’s vital spots with nimble yet structured moves.

However, the difference in internal cultivation level between them and Song Linger was simply too big.

What seemed like a fierce storm of attacks in the eyes of outsiders, appeared to Song Linger as gentle as soft and powerless snowflakes falling slowly.

She easily and casually dodged his series of attacks with Ripple Steps, then threw a punch at the moustached man’s chest.

The moustached man’s face changed drastically.

It was too fast, and her punch came from an extremely tricky angle.

Bang!

Crack!

With broken ribs, the moustached man was also sent flying several meters away. He spit out a mouthful of blood.

“Go die!”

The moment the moustached man fell, the scarred man’s sharp dagger stabbed straight for the spot between Song Linger’s eyebrows.

The next second, the scarred man’s pupils suddenly shrank as a thought of shock went through his mind. Just as the dagger was an inch away from Song Linger’s brow, it stopped abruptly.

She had pinched the dagger between two fingers.

Snap!

The clear sound of metal breaking could be heard as the fine steel dagger snapped into two sections.

Song Linger’s eyes flashed as she delivered a kick to the scarred man’s chest.

The scarred man let out a muffled grunt and was sent flying over ten meters away before crashing heavily on his back, immediately losing consciousness.

At this time, four more cultivators from the other car were cursing as they sprinted over here angrily.Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

Song Linger took off her slippers and held them in her hand. Her figure flashed as she became an afterimage dashing to meet them head on.

Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!

Four loud sounds exploded by the ears of the four men.

What followed was a burning pain on their faces.

They reflexively covered their faces and looked around in confusion, quickly realizing that Song Linger, who was clearly charging at them just now, was somehow behind them already.

She held two slippers in her hand and looked at them disdainfully.

The four men looked at each other, suddenly noticing that the red imprints on each other’s faces were precisely the flower patterns on the soles of the slippers in Song Linger’s hands. They couldn’t help but silently swallow their saliva.

If she had held blades in her hands just now instead of slippers, they would have already been dead.

The same thought rose in everyone’s minds unspoken: Was she even human? Seeing ghosts in broad daylight!

“Go back. If I see you guys lurking outside my home again, what I hold in my hands won’t be slippers!”

Song Linger’s normally pleasant voice now felt like icy daggers stabbing into their hearts, making them shudder.

The four men looked at each other again, conflicted about what to do next.

“What are you doing?”

“Stop fighting!”

At this moment, a patrol car drove over and several uniformed security guards with rubber batons in their hands quickly ran over here.

“Miss Song, what’s going on here?”

The one leading them was a man in his forties with an agile stride and upright posture. He walked to Song Linger’s side and asked.

Song Linger threw her slippers on the ground and calmly replied while putting them on, “Oh, these guys were sneaking around suspiciously outside my home. I came out to check and they actually tried to kidnap me. Fortunately you guys arrived in time, otherwise the consequences would have been unimaginable.”

The middle-aged man quickly glanced around the scene. The situation seemed a bit different from her description.

“Who are you guys? You don’t seem to be from our neighborhood, right?” He looked at the four somewhat confused cultivators across from him and asked.

The four cultivators had obviously not expected this situation. They did not know how to respond for the moment.

“Since you guys don’t want to talk now, you can save it for when we get to the police station,” the middle-aged man said. Then he picked up the walkie-talkie and said into it, “Officer Gong, bring more people here, bring more people here, there’s a situation at number 63.”

“Received, Mr. Lu, we’ll be right there,” came the reply.