Domineering Son-In-Law

1How could Chen Yiming not understand? Glaring at Lin Faang, he clenched his fists tightly and said while gritting his teeth, "Brother Lin, although I don't know if I have done something wrong, do you really think that I have no temper by insulting me in front of everyone?"    2

    

"Ha ha!" Lin Faang sneered. Feelings of temper, what was temper? He could act if he was angry, but he mustn't say anything. He just raised his hand and slapped Chen Yiming. Chen Yiming didn't even have a chance to react.    

    

"Pah!"    

    

His voice resonated in all directions. Everyone looked at Lin Faang in disbelief. He actually dared to attack.    

    

"Come! I'll give you a chance to lose your temper.    

    

"You! You are courting death! "    

    

No matter how good his temper was, if he were to be slapped in public and had to endure it, he would still be a man.    

    

As soon as Chen Yiming finished his sentence, he turned his head to the other two sides of his face, where there was a dark red handprint.    

    

Lin Faang looked at the symmetrical palm prints on both sides, nodded and said with satisfaction, "It looks more comfortable this way. Come on, keep throwing a tantrum. Don't worry about me!"    

    

"I'll kill you!"    

    

At this moment, Chen Yiming exploded with his full strength. It gave everyone beside him a huge pressure and they all nearly kneeled down.    

    

The corner of Lin Faang's mouth slightly raised as he calmly raised his hand and gripped Chen Yiming's fist. However, at that moment, his smile disappeared and he frowned. Holding Chen Yiming's fist, he gradually increased his strength.    

    

"Mm …"    

    

Chen Yiming couldn't believe that Lin Faang's strength was this strong. His arm started to bend slowly and his body slowly tilted downwards to ease the pain and pressure brought by his wrist. But in reality, it was completely useless.    

    

"Humph!"    

    

Chen Yiming groaned. He clenched his teeth and endured the pain on his wrist, not opening his mouth to beg for mercy.    

    

Lin Faang narrowed his eyes. The strength of his palm was getting stronger and stronger. Chen Yiming was slowly being suppressed. He half knelt on the ground and his blood was flowing backwards. His face was flushed red. He had reached the limit of tolerance.    

    

Lin Faang looked at Chen Yiming, who was half-kneeling on the ground, and remained silent and lost in his thoughts. Killing intent flowed in his eyes, as if he was trying to decide whether or not to kill Chen Yiming.    

    

When he held Chen Yiming's fist, he felt a familiar aura, a very poisonous aura.    

    

If his guess was correct, it should be the Five Poison Fist of the Five Poison Cult.    

    

The Five Poison Fist cultivation method was very special. Every day, one would have to soak their hands in the potions made from five different types of poisons for eight hours, allowing their hands to absorb the poison from the potion. At the same time, they also had to use a special needle technique and medicine to suppress the poison in their hands.    

    

In seven to four days, he would be able to change the poison skin on his hands into an hour's worth of poison. Thus, he would need to replace the poison in his hands and level up continuously.    

    

As for those who cultivated the Five Poison Fist, their hands were as white as jade. However, this was just a show. Anyone who was struck by the Five Poison Fist would be invaded by the poison aura.    

    

At the same time, the water or other items that were touched by the hands would be covered with a layer of poison, so people who practiced the Five Poison Fist would wear gloves all year round.    

    

But what made Lin Faang puzzled and lost in thought was that Chen Yiming seemed to be able to control the poison in his hands.    

    

"Friend, I wonder if I can temporarily cut off this matter short on my name."    

    

Just when Lin Faang was about to make up his mind and cripple Chen Yiming, a voice sounded, interrupting Lin Faang's train of thoughts.    

    

Lin Faang turned his head to look in the direction of the sound. Two young men slowly walked down from the second floor. They were Peng Junying and Xia Yu Tian.    

    

Peng Junying was like a spring breeze.    

    

Summer rainy days are impolite.    

    

The two of them walked over, and the crowd automatically opened a path for them.    

    

Peng Junying smiled and said, "Friend! How about I let him off on account of my master! Otherwise, if the matter gets out of hand, it will get out of hand! "    

    

It sounded like he was speaking on behalf of Chen Yiming, but in fact, Peng Junying's words were also telling Lin Faang that there were too many people talking, one after the other, and he didn't know what would happen next. However, he must be moving in a bad direction, which would affect his reputation.    

    

However, Lin Faang did not have a good reputation, his reputation had already been ruined.    

    

However, even if Lin Faang wasn't afraid, it didn't mean that others weren't. For example: Wang Ziyan!    

    

Wang Ziyan wasn't like Lin Faang, she had an entire group of Wang family to manage, so reputation was very important to her. If her reputation wasn't good, no one would cooperate with her.    

    

Therefore, no matter how much Lin Faang wanted to cripple Chen Yiming, he still had to think about Wang Ziyan and whether doing so would affect Wang Ziyan.    

    

At one point, Lin Faang came to an understanding. He looked at Peng Junying blandly, tapped his chin lightly and let go of his hand.    

    

Chen Yiming half knelt on the ground, his hands trembling uncontrollably. If Lin Faang had increased his strength a little bit more, his hands might have been crippled. He originally wanted to hit Lin Faang, but instead it turned into asking for humiliation.    

    

He raised his head and stared at Lin Faang's back. If it was before, Lin Faang would be a useless chess piece in his plan, but from now on, Lin Faang was the one that he had to kill.    

    

"Consider that I owe you one!" Lin Faang said.    

    

He didn't know how much Lin Faang owed him, but from the importance his father attached to Lin Faang, it could be seen how important Lin Faang owed him. If he were to climb up the ladder, perhaps he would be able to befriend Lin Faang and become his good friend.    

    

"You're welcome!" Peng Junying nodded and said with a smile. He then clapped his hands to attract everyone's attention and continued, "Alright! Everyone, don't surround us. We deserve to eat, we deserve to drink and we shouldn't be too restrained! "    

    

Listening to Peng Junying's words, the crowd gradually dispersed. Of course, there were some people with some status who raised their wine glasses and chatted with him. Their intention was nothing more than hoping that Peng Junying and Xia Yutian would help them a little.    

    

Peng Junying did not refuse anyone who came, but only smiled and did not speak. He used a vague attitude to deal with the crowd, making it difficult for people to understand or read him. They did not know what he meant.    

    

At the same time, Peng Junying and Xia Yu Tian were also attracted to the fight. On the other side, there was another group of beauties.    

    

They wanted nothing more than to jump into their arms and use all kinds of methods to seduce them, hoping that they would be able to achieve something good.    

    

However, the reactions of the two of them were sudden and sudden, tightly grasping the distance. They could clearly reach out and touch them, but there was something far away in the sky that was constantly scratching at their hearts.    

    

"Are those women idiots? Can't you see that they're not interested in them at all? " Soong Xue stood beside Wang Ziyan and mocked as she looked at Peng Junying and Xia Yutian who were surrounded by the stars.    

    

Wang Ziyan shook her head and said: "You don't understand, of course they know that they are not interested in them, but what if, if it succeeds, then it would be like flying in the sky, and the Chicken Head turning into a phoenix."    

    

Soong Xue nodded. Hearing Wang Ziyan's words, she understood.    

    

At this moment, Lin Faang quietly appeared beside the two girls with a plate in his hand that contained all kinds of snacks and food.    

    

Lin Faang put it in front of Wang Ziyan and said, "The taste is not bad. Have some?"    

    

Wang Ziyan glanced at Lin Faang. She was indeed hungry and had to deal with those women after not having eaten much all night. Now that she saw such a big plate of food, her stomach immediately rumbled.    

    

He picked up his fork, picked up a piece of pink cake and took a bite. Satisfied, he nodded and said, "Delicious!" Then, he turned to Lin Faang and asked, "Oh yeah! What happened over there just now, with so many people gathered together? "    

    

"Oh!" "It's just a small matter. A man accidentally spilled wine on Chen Yiming." Lin Faang said casually.    

    

The whole hall was only that big, so Wang Ziyan would have naturally noticed it. Therefore, Lin Faang had already thought of a way to say it, but it was only a simple way to change the main character. He believed that Chen Yiming had suffered such a huge humiliation, so he couldn't let others spread the news.    

    

"Ah!" Soong Xue took a bite of the roast meat and suddenly shrieked.    

    

"What's wrong? Did you bite your tongue? "    

    

After being interrupted by Soong Xue, Wang Ziyan ignored her question and turned around to look at Soong Xue with concern.    

    

"No!" Soong Xue shook her head and ate another few mouthfuls of the roasted meat slowly. She frowned as she thought to herself, "The taste of the roasted meat seems to be the work of my senior sister."