The Crazy Son-In-Law

The night sky was like a giant net covering the heavens.

It was the height of summer, and even at night it felt oppressively hot.

The atmosphere in the gloomy city of Harrow seemed strangely restless tonight.

At 10 pm, all the lights in the villa were turned on.

By the pond pavilion, Xiao Shun and Duan Jia sat at a stone table drinking tea and playing chess.

Song Linger lay on a nearby bench, playing on her phone and waiting for their guests to arrive.

“Master, will anyone really come? It’s after 10,” Song Linger said with a yawn.

“Don’t be impatient. It’s a dark and windy night for killing – still early,” Xiao Shun said with a smile. “Remember, if anyone dares to set foot in the villa, don’t hold back – beat them to death.”

“Ah? What if I accidentally beat someone to death?” Song Linger asked.

With her current cultivation, killing someone would be easy, but she had never killed anyone before. If told to beat someone to death, she wasn’t sure she could do it.

“They’re all cultivators. Entering without permission is like bringing weapons into a private home. Killing them carries no legal responsibility,” Xiao Shun said.

“I don’t think that’s a law here,” Song Linger said absently, still scrolling through her phone.

“Is that so?” Xiao Shun glanced at her.

“Mm,” Song Linger nodded.

“They were all sent by Yang Zino,” Xiao Shun said.

Song Linger’s expression hardened and she sat up abruptly, pouting her lips and gritting her teeth. “They’re dead.”

Stirring up hatred can be useful sometimes.

“At times like this, we should be playing chess, drinking wine – that would be more stylish. Playing hopscotch seems a bit low, doesn’t it?”

Duan Jia scratched his head, looking at the colorful hopscotch board on the stone table.

“Do you know how to play chess?” Xiao Shun raised an eyebrow.

“No.”

“Then what do you want style for? Hurry up, it’s your turn.” Xiao Shun said impatiently.

Duan Jia: “… Chess is more stylish than this.”

“Uncle Duan, just make do to pass the time. This is the only game we have, I think my dad left it.” Song Linger said. Suddenly she realized something seemed off and sat up abruptly, looking at Xiao Shun.

“Master, how did my dad know how to play hopscotch? Could he have had a woman outside, and a child? Was this villa where he secretly kept a lover? And he bought this for the child?”

Xiao Shun was startled for a moment. “Your dad was single for over 10 years, it’s not strange if he had other women.”

Song Linger’s mother passed away when she was very young. Without photos, she could hardly remember what her mother looked like, so her feelings for her mother were rather detached.

She was so agitated purely because her mind went down the wrong track.

“Oh, that makes sense.”

…

Outside the villa, in a silver Jeep, Lu Jianzhang took a drag from his cigarette, squinting through the window at the villa entrance.

He was the security manager of Riverland Bay Villa District, secretly sent by Song Qingzhou to protect Song Linger.

That afternoon, Song Linger went to the security office and told them not to interfere no matter what happened tonight. He wouldn’t have thought anything of it, but her saying that made him feel something was going to happen tonight.

Sure enough, right after Song Linger left, Song Qingzhou called to tell them to be extra vigilant and step up security.

So he stationed people nearby, in case anything unexpected happened.

“Lu, nothing will happen right?” His deputy, Gong Hongliang, said from the passenger seat.

“From Mr. Song’s tone, seems like that punk caused more trouble. Better to be cautious. Of course, best if nothing happens,” Lu Jianzhang said, taking a puff.

With Song Qingzhou’s resources, he naturally got wind of Xiao Shun’s disturbance at the Old School Society auction right away. He never imagined Xiao Shun would so openly defy the Old School Society – to him, it was simply suicidal.

So he immediately called Lu Jianzhang to protect Song Linger.

“Lu, look!”

About half an hour later, Gong Hongliang whispered.

In the dark night, over a dozen figures slipped into the villa.

The two immediately tensed up.

At the same time,

at the pavilion,

Xiao Shun and Song Linger exchanged glances. With their current cultivation, their senses were far keener than ordinary people’s, unlike Duan Jia who cultivated martial arts.

Song Linger got up from the bench, stretched, picked up a teacup from the table and took a sip, giggling. “Time to work.”

Just as she finished speaking, indistinct figures of over ten people swiftly approached.

In a flash, they were right in front.

The leader was a hunchbacked old woman, with bark-like wrinkled skin and bright eyes that seemed out of place on her face. She smiled, baring a few loose teeth that looked sinister in the darkness.

“Little Knives pays a late-night visit, forgive the intrusion. I hope Mr. Xiao won’t take offense,” she said in a raspy, sandy voice.

“At your age, you should be home resting, not coming to us so late. What business do you have?” Xiao Shun asked with amusement.

“Sir, may we buy some of your energy pellets?” A gaunt, monkey-faced bald man with a short knife in his hands asked with a mocking smile.

“Of course, how much are you paying?” Xiao Shun sipped his tea.

“Our little sect has always been poor. How about 10, 000 per pellet?” The bald man said.

“That won’t work. Since you’re here to rob me, paying is not cost-effective,” Xiao Shun said.

“Since Mr. Xiao is aware of our intentions, let’s be frank. We don’t intend to harm you, just hand over the energy pellets and reset pellet. We’ll leave immediately, and perhaps our paths will cross again. Little Knives will respect you, sir.” The old woman said.

“Granny, no point wasting words with him. Let’s just take them,” one of the tall women said.

There were over ten of them, and only three people on the other side.

It was well known that alchemists tended to have mediocre martial arts. The young girl and the big guy were surely no match for them.

“You’re not the only ones after my pellets. Aren’t you afraid of mantises stalking cicadas unaware of the oriole behind?” Xiao Shun said lightly.Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

“The rest of you can come out now, no need to keep hiding.”

While they were talking just now, more than one group had been lurking, ready to strike.

“Hahaha, lively night we’re having here!”

With a loud laugh, a snow-white faced, slightly plump, middle-aged man in a grey robe emerged from behind a fake mountain.