The Crazy Son-In-Law

According to Long San, except for that one hundred million prize for the final winner, the share they could get from the money the audience had paid would be promising. The reason why he wanted to join the game was that he wanted to know more about the other people and at the same time, he wanted that one hundred million.

Yao Cen gave him a blank look. She felt strange but didn’t bother to ask more questions.

“Whatever.”

Anyway, since the bastard handed her a bottle of coal tar looking stuff he seemed to have put the whole company behind his mind and she did not even bother to talk to him about it.

At this moment, Hamana International Airport.

The huge body of the plane made it look like an eagle with its wings spread, and it slowly glided to a stop on the runway.

A young man came out of the plane wearing a casual smile with smugness in his eyes.

As the leader of the younger generation of the Old School Society, the only member of the Old School Society in his family, he didn’t look like any other rich kid. His introversion could not even hide his pride and confidence.

Waiting for him was an old man with silver hair.

The lines of his face looked rigid and hard. Even though he was a bit old, there was youthful vigor in his gaze and his belligerent character was very evident.

“It must be a long trip, Master Chen.”

“Are those old men crazy? They sent me to this kind of street fights?” Sikong Chen said with discontent.

“For one, they want to draw a line for those fighters in the world, so they know who is really in charge here, and for another, this is also a publicity work. This will bring us more young people with great talent.” The white-haired old man replied.

Sikong Chen snorted lightly, “No serious fighters will come to this kind of fights, so I don’t think it will help a lot.”

The white-haired old man did not deny it, but changed the subject, “We have prepared a hotel for you, Master Chen. Do you want to go to the hotel now or do you have other plans?”

“I want to go back home first and visit my grandfather and parents. You can take my luggage to the hotel first.” Sikong Chen instructed.

The white-haired old man bent over slightly at him. As he watched Sikong Chen walk past him without even looking back, he could only shake his head.Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

He had way too much hubris for a Tier Eight. The Old School Society never lacked Tier Eight fighters, yet none of them were as young as Sikong Chen, so his talent were obviously surprising.

The gap in talent could be huge, and they could do nothing about it.

The white-haired old man was Suyin, and he was also a member of the Old School Society. He was in his fifties, but he was only a Tier Six fighter.

In the Society, the competition was fierce and the ranking system was strict. Even if someone was just one tier higher than you were, you had to show your respect to him, so he could only keep his dissatisfaction in his heart.

In the evening, the Sikong residence.

The head of the Sikong family, Sikong Xinrong had specially arranged a banquet for Sikong Chen.

The Old School Society was an enormous force, spreading all over the country.

As a rising star of that society, Sikong Chen would certainly have promising future, and when the day came, the Sikong family could also share this glory.

Perhaps someday in the future, Sikong Chen would become a pivotal figure in the society, and the Sikong family could also use the support of the Old School Society to become one of the most honored families.

So the family members also thought highly of Sikong Chen, especially after Sikong Xing made such a scene of himself, and Sikong Chen had undoubtedly become a popular candidate for the future head of the family.

Anyway, Sikong Xing also appeared at that banquet.

“I heard that the other day Xing made a scene out there because of a guy. Do you need me to teach that guy a lesson?”

Originally this matter had become a forbidden topic, and at this moment when Sikong Chen mentioned it again, Sikong Xing immediately had a gloomy face. He could not wait to find a hole to hide.

“It’s just a nobody, so you don’t have to worry about about it.” Sikong Xing said.

“Don’t say that. When I finish this Shadow Stage and get my championship, I’ll go help you to teach that kid a lesson. Xiao Shun, right? I heard that he is the son-in-law of the Yao family?” Sikong Chen was obviously humiliating him.

Sikong Xing was gloomy and silent.

“Chen, you are a member of the Old School Society, and if they know that you have so many entanglements with a nobody, it will be bad for your reputation. As for that kid, we will deal with it.”

Sikong Xinrong laughed lightly, trying to warm up the atmosphere a bit.

“Since Grandpa has said so, I will keep it in my heart.” Sikong Chen said.

“Chen, when is your round? We’ll all be there to cheer for you.”

“Chen is there. Of course he will win without us cheering for him. We can place some bets and win some pocket money.”

“Grandpa, why don’t you come with us and we can have a trip together since Chen can’t come back often?”

Someone suggested.

Sikong Xinrong rarely appeared in public recently, but this time Sikong Chen came back again after three years. He felt so happy, so after a brief hesitation, he said, “OK, then I’ll go with you guys.”

“Thank you, grandpa.” Sikong Chen said with a smile on his face.

Everyone else also looked surprised, since no one expected Sikong Xinrong to agree.

What Sikong Xinrong did no doubt also showed the status of Sikong Chen in his heart, and everyone else had more respect for Sikong Chen.

And Sikong Xing felt even gloomier.

Sikong Chen ate his meal carelessly while enjoying the flattery from the people. And after this banquet, he went back to the hotel.

…

Willow Creep was located at the border of Hamana and two other cities. It was a small and inconspicuous town, but because of its special location, illegal racing, gambling and other such things would choose this place.

Especially when there was a Shadow Stage, all kinds of people would come to this place.

The next morning, Song Linger was excited when she drove to pick up Xiao Shun and Long San.

She didn’t know Long San, and after a brief introduction she sped all the way towards Willow Creep.

“Master, are you going to let me sign up for that stage?”

Song Linger asked excitedly as she drove.

She had been practicing Meteor Fist recently and gradually felt its subtlety. It was so much better than the ones she had been practicing before that she had long wanted to put it into use.

“What? Scared?” Xiao Shun laughed lightly.

“I’m not. I just can’t wait for a chance to put what I’ve learned into use.” Song Linger bristled.

“Mr. Xiao, do you really want Miss Song to sign up for that? She’s a girl.” Long San was surprised.

Although he had participated in the lowest tier fights, he had experienced the cruelty of this game. Once she stepped into the ring, no one would think she was a girl.

And there were no rules in this kind of ring match. People died every day.