Son-in-law's Romantic Life

He was eighteen or nineteen years old, and there was a hint of childishness on his face.    

The boss didn't even understand what this young man just said.    

He only saw that this young man's face had no expression, but it gave people an extremely sinister feeling. His eyes revealed a savage and scarlet color, and his eyes looked like that of a wild beast.    

Those little brothers were still drunk, and they didn't feel anything wrong.    

Seeing the boss standing there stupidly without moving, they felt a little unhappy in their hearts. "I say, boss, why aren't you going to cook? Why are you poking here like a stupid pillar?"    

One of the lackeys shouted in a drunken manner.    

Hurry up and serve the wine. Give me two more bottles of Old White Dry, damn it, hurry up!    

The way they were thinking right now was absolutely super satisfying. What a joke, how could they not be happy? They had beaten up the people of the Dragon Palace. No matter how one looked at it, this was a magnificent feat.    

In the entire Binhai City, how many people could directly smash the branch of the Dragon Palace?    

If this matter was spread out, everyone would feel very proud of themselves.    

Damn it! This was the thickest and most colorful stroke of his life in the Binhai City. In the future, when he met other brothers, he would definitely brag about it.    

Even the bald man was the same. This was too f * * king awesome. He had actually killed Brother Feng from the Dragon Palace. Let's see who would dare to look down on him in the future.    

In Bloody Fiend, everyone only knew about Bloodmassacre, the boss. No one knew about the bald man. This time, he wanted to let those people know that Bloodmassacre wasn't the only one in Bloody Fiend, he was also the bald man.    

These brothers who had come with him this time were also full of admiration for him. Perhaps, they could use this opportunity to make a name for themselves in the Brotherhood. They might be able to recruit even more loyal followers.    

Then, he might be able to use this opportunity to climb up in the Bloody Fiend. He might even be able to become the boss.    

A punk who didn't want to be the boss wasn't a good punk.    

Being the boss was so impressive. No matter where he went, he would always be surrounded by a large number of followers. That kind of feeling was definitely double the amount of face he had. Who didn't want to be the boss?    

There was no need for him to be like this. When fighting, he still needed to personally take action. All he needed to do was to order a few underlings.    

Even he, the baldy, was the same. Sometimes, some small thoughts would appear in his heart, imagining the scene of him being the boss of the Brotherhood.    

Therefore, he was trying to figure out where the boss was stupidly. He felt quite dissatisfied, and the baldy looked a little unhappy. He slammed the table hard, wanting to scold the boss. Are you f * cking looking down on us baldies?    

However, just as the bald man turned around to look, he saw a young man appear in front of the boss.    

Lowering his head slightly, he took out a bottle of white wine from the counter.    

He bit off the cap of the bottle with his teeth and swallowed it with his head raised. He wiped the corner of his mouth.    

The inferior spicy wine flowed down his throat and into his stomach. This afternoon, I didn't have anything to eat. My stomach was empty.    

When the spicy wine entered his stomach, a wave of heat instantly flowed up his stomach.    

His throat let out a slight roar.    

Awesome.    

How f * cking awesome!    

Alcohol emboldened cowards.    

Although I said that I would take revenge, I also know how dangerous this matter is. After all, the number of people on the other side far exceeds mine. It's impossible to say that I'm not afraid in my heart.    

However, although I'm young, I'm a man.    

Since it is a man, there are some things that must be borne. This is something that a man's shoulder must bear.    

Wiping the corner of my mouth, I picked up that bottle of wine. Borrowing the heat from my stomach, I walked towards the baldy.    

Seeing me walk over just like that, the baldy felt a little strange in his heart. He didn't know what I wanted to do.    

When the big shots in the Dragon Palace gathered, the baldy wasn't there. He didn't know who I was.    

Seeing me walk over shakily, the baldy even thought that I was just a young hoodlum and might want to find a backer to rely on.    

This kind of thing often happens on the streets, so there's nothing strange about it.    

The baldy never thought that I was here to cause trouble. After all, I'm only one person, and I'm still so young. Although I look quite tall, standing in front of the baldy makes me seem exceptionally small.    

It's almost impossible for a person to come here to cause trouble.    

If this kid comes to seek refuge with me, should I accept him as my little brother?    

The number of little brothers was an important measurement of a person's status in the Dao.    

There was no harm in accepting more little brothers. It was just that he did not need that kind of soft egg. At that time, he would have to properly consider this brat.    

The baldy was already drunk. Not only the bald guy, but also the other lackeys beside him.    

This time, it was really awe-inspiring. Even the Dragon Palace that he normally did not dare to provoke was beaten down by him. What else could make him even more excited?    

In this kind of extreme excitement, he naturally needed some wine to liven things up.    

These people were originally not weak.    

Each and every one of them was on high alert, especially the baldy. This guy might not be able to beat Bloodmassacre. However, it wasn't much different. Most importantly... Although this guy seemed to have well-developed limbs, his brain was at least slightly smarter than Bloodmassacre's.    

But now, even this bald guy had completely lost his usual vigilance.    

I don't know when, but I have already walked to the baldy's side.    

The baldy didn't stand up at all. He only tilted his head and looked at me with slanted eyes. He looked at me from head to toe and said, "Kid, who are you? What are you doing here?"    

"Let's make it clear first. I don't usually take in little brothers here..."    

The baldy burped and said in a muffled voice.    

However, before the baldy could finish speaking, I suddenly stretched out my hand and grabbed the baldy's bald head, which was covered in tattoos.    

My five fingers were like iron pliers as they tightly grabbed onto the baldy's scalp. My nails seemed to be about to drill into the baldy's skull.    

In the next second, a loud shout came from my throat. The baldy's head was directly smashed onto the table in front of me.    

With a clang, his face directly smashed onto a plate of Mapo Tofu in front of him.    

The red chili drilled into the baldy's nose. In his eyes, the baldy couldn't help but let out a shrill cry.    

This scene instantly stunned everyone around. No one had expected this kind of thing to happen, and their faces all changed.    

However, although these people were shocked, their reactions were extremely fast.    

A little brother beside me suddenly let out a strange cry. His body suddenly stood up, and he grabbed the blade in his hand as he slashed down at me.    

However, my movements were even faster. With a bang, the wine bottle in my hand exploded on the little brother's head. The wine mixed with blood instantly flowed down, and shards of glass flew in all directions.    

The bottle rotated slightly in my hand. Like a madman, the bottle suddenly stabbed into the little brother's thigh.    

A gush of blood instantly sprayed out.    

The crimson eyes stared at the surroundings. Revenge had begun!