Son-in-law's Romantic Life

1I know how powerful this Bloodmassacre is, and I also know that if we were to fight one-on-one, even I might not be a match for this guy.    0

    

Although I have secretly learned some things from Brother Bao, those are just superficial knowledge. Compared to Bloodmassacre, who has been fighting on the road for decades, those techniques are not worth mentioning.    

    

It is because of the danger that I chose a relatively conservative way of fighting.    

    

I must fully utilize my advantage in order to win this battle. My advantage is that I have a lot of strength, an endless amount of physical strength, and an inexhaustible amount of strength in my body.    

    

Although it could be said that it could be said to be the same as when I fought with Brother Bao, I can't do it here.    

    

I have to win this battle. Furthermore, I have to win beautifully. A victory covered in blood can only be considered a miserable victory.    

    

I am looking for a place where Bloodmassacre can attack. My neck? Strangulation?    

    

No, my legs may not be able to move this fellow's body that weighs more than two hundred kilograms.    

    

Grabbing this fellow's arm was the same as throwing Brother Bao out, throwing this fellow out?    

    

The possibility isn't high. This fellow's fist speed is extremely fast and his strength is incomparably great. Under such circumstances, I might not be able to catch him.    

    

At this moment, Bloodmassacre's fist once again went straight to my chest. His body suddenly shrank backwards, barely dodging the punch. On the other side, he threw a left hook punch at my face.    

    

His right hand instantly stood up. With a bang, his arm blocked the iron fist.    

    

The joint of my finger almost broke the skin on my arm. That kind of pain instantly penetrated my bone marrow.    

    

Due to the impact, my body was forced to retreat to the side, right in front of Phoenix.    

    

"Boss, kill him..."    

    

"Kill him, kill him."    

    

Seeing this scene, Bloodmassacre's little brother became even more excited and screamed.    

    

Bloodmassacre seemed to be affected by the sounds around him as his expression became more twisted and excited. He let out a strange cry in his throat as one of his legs suddenly lifted up and his leg lashed out at my head.    

    

His expression changed slightly again. With a wrong step, his body instantly dodged the kick by a hair's breadth.    

    

Bloodmassacre's thick long legs smashed onto the table in front of Phoenix.    

    

With a piercing sound, the glass table was smashed into pieces.    

    

At this moment, from the corner of my eye... I could even see that Phoenix was leisurely and leisurely. Just as that leg was about to smash down... Two fingers picked up the wine glass on the table and leisurely placed it in front of my lips before taking a light sip. It was a calm breeze. Even though the glass fragments in front of her were flying in all directions, there was still a look on Phoenix's face. There was not the slightest change in her expression.    

    

This woman was indeed extraordinary.    

    

Once again, I evaded her. Bloodmassacre suddenly let out a roar. The leg of the whip that was about to hit him instantly swept towards him, bending his knee. Just as it was about to touch me, my leg bounced out. It directly swept towards my waist.    

    

Although this Bloodmassacre wasn't a martial arts practitioner and didn't seem to know any tricks, the decades of fighting in the underworld had taught him a unique fighting style.    

    

The attacks continued, one after another.    

    

However, at this moment, I acutely noticed that Bloodmassacre's movements had slowed down slightly.    

    

Although it was only for a brief moment, it was exceptionally obvious in this situation.    

    

This wasn't because Bloodmassacre had used up all his strength. Although Bloodmassacre was panting slightly, he could still continue fighting.    

    

It was just that there was a gap in the connection of his energy.    

    

The opportunity had come!    

    

Although it was only a short moment, I managed to grab this opportunity. I, who had never fought back, reached out my right hand like lightning and instantly grabbed Bloodmassacre's ankle.    

    

A shocking strength instantly seeped into my right hand. My body trembled slightly, but my feet did not budge at all.    

    

Seeing his left leg fall into my hands, Bloodmassacre's expression changed dramatically. Just as he wanted to withdraw his left leg, my movement was even faster. He grabbed Bloodmassacre's left leg with one hand and rushed forward. One hand grabbed onto Bloodmassacre's neck while the other clenched into a fist. It exploded on Bloodmassacre's chest.    

    

Bang!    

    

A dull sound was heard.    

    

Bloodmassacre's body trembled intensely. His face instantly turned pale. That dull fist even caused Bloodmassacre to be unable to catch his breath. Immediately, his entire face was filled with a bright red color.    

    

Ah! Ah! Ah!    

    

A loud roar was heard from his throat. One hand grabbed Bloodmassacre's neck while the other grabbed Bloodmassacre's collar. He pushed Bloodmassacre's body back continuously.    

    

Although Bloodmassacre wanted to control his body, under the current situation, Bloodmassacre couldn't control his body at all. Under my strength, his body kept moving backward. I didn't know when, but he had already retreated near the cashier counter.    

    

With a bang, Bloodmassacre's back hit the cashier counter heavily.    

    

Then, his right hand, which was grabbing Bloodmassacre's collar, landed on Bloodmassacre's forehead. His five fingers were like iron pliers, lifting Bloodmassacre's head up. Then, with a bang, he smashed heavily on the counter.    

    

The sudden counterattack instantly turned the situation around.    

    

Bloodmassacre still wanted to struggle with all his might, but at this moment, my left hand had already been raised high. My fist was clenched tightly, and my iron fist fell towards Bloodmassacre's face.    

    

At this moment, even Bloodmassacre felt a surge of fear in his heart when he saw the fist falling in front of him. He subconsciously closed his eyes.    

    

Crack...    

    

A strange sound was heard by his ears. Countless sawdust scattered on his face.    

    

The entire scene instantly stopped.    

    

Bloodmassacre did not feel the pain on his face, and his throat moved slightly. He gradually opened his eyes and could see from the corner of his eye beside his face. It was a sharp end. Some of them were even poking his face.    

    

Next to him was a piece of a table that had a hole in it due to the punch.    

    

The solid wood table had been destroyed by the iron fist.    

    

If that fist had landed on Bloodmassacre's head just now...    

    

Bloodmassacre knew that his head would not be stronger than the solid wood table.    

    

"If that fist had landed on your head just now... you would already be a dead man." Staring into Bloodmassacre's eyes, I said coldly.