Ex-Wife is a Big Villainess
Chapter 252 - 151: Do You Want a Live-in Son-in-law?_3

Chapter 252: Chapter 151: Do You Want a Live-in Son-in-law?_3

This sudden roar caught Fu Huren off guard.

It turned out that the wine bowl he had just dodged had accidentally smashed onto the clothes of a big man behind him.

Gazing at the rugged big man who was hefty and burly, Fu Huren’s momentum instantly faltered, and he began trembling as he attempted to apologize. But seeing the young lady frowning at him, his courage soared back in an instant. He straightened his spine, tilted his head up and shouted, "What’s the matter? Is it just horse urine that splashed on you? Why the ferocity?"

Despite his tough exterior, Fu Huren’s legs still involuntarily trembled slightly.

How could his timid and weak appearance deceive the big man?

The corner of the big man’s mouth curved into a cold smile as he fiercely grabbed Fu Huren by his clothes, effortlessly lifting him up. "Try shouting again?"

"Let... let me go... let me go!"

Fu Huren was clearly terrified. His hands desperately slapped at the big man’s arms, which were as thick and strong as steel bars, trying to break free to no avail. He was like a helpless little chick struggling.

"Let him go!"

Long Yuanyuan frowned and spoke out.

Although she was quite annoyed by this bootlicker who had joined the escort agency less than half a year ago and was frantically pursuing her, after all, he was from the Longwu Escort Agency, and she, as the young lady, simply couldn’t stand by and watch.

The enraged big man sneered, "Girl, you threw the wine bowl, but let this lad take the front. You should be the one apologizing. I’ll let him go if you come over and lick the wine off my clothes."

"Courting death!"

A cold gleam flashed through Long Yuanyuan’s almond-shaped eyes.

With a light tap of her palm on the table, using the force to propel herself, her agile body flipped through the air, and her right foot, clad in martial boots, slammed down like a battle-axe upon the big man’s forehead.

The big man’s complexion changed drastically as soon as she moved. He instinctively wanted to raise his hand to block, but it was all too late.

His entire body at that moment seemed to have been struck by a sledgehammer; his knees bent, his form shrunk down in an instant, collapsing powerlessly onto the cold ground.

"Damn you, woman, courting death!"

The big man’s companion, also a martial artist, was infuriated by the sight and swung the big knife from the table to chop down at her.

A figure flashed past like an apparition, and his body involuntarily flew backwards, crashing heavily onto another table. The patrons dining at that table panicked, hastily leaving their seats to avoid the commotion, which instantly became chaotic.

"Stop fighting... please, no more fighting."

Fu Huren climbed up from the ground and quickly interposed himself in front of Long Yuanyuan, shouting at the big man who tried to stand up and regain his dignity, "My lady is at the level of a First Rank Martial Warrior. You stand no chance against her."

With his words, the hall fell abruptly silent.

The crowd looked at Long Yuanyuan with a mix of surprise and awe, not expecting such a young girl to be at the level of a First Rank Martial Warrior.

With that level of cultivation, she could very well walk sideways through Jianghu.

The two big men had their suspicions, but upon hearing this confirmation, their expressions instantly became gloomy as if they had lost their mothers.

Both were capable of bending and flexing. Gripped by fear and humiliation, they gritted their teeth and apologized with a clasped fist, "I drank a bit and lost my composure just now. I hope the warrior lady is magnanimous. Please don’t be so hard on us, brothers."

"Out!"

Feeling her mood spoiled, Long Yuanyuan smashed a wine jug onto both men and turned to head upstairs.

Before leaving, she glanced at the table where Jiang Shouzhong and the others were sitting, her gaze flitting to Zhang Que’er, and she slightly curled her lips, "Little girl, did you see that? That’s how you fight, not just by picking up a broken sword and thinking you’re a master." With that, she stepped upstairs.

"Gosh, that’s so annoying."

Zhang Que’er placed her hands on the table and bowed her little head, vigorously bumping her pale forehead against the back of her hand. She slowly clenched her fist, her veins on the back of her hand bulging and making cracking sounds.

Then the girl looked up, her eyes smiling cheerily, and said to Jiang Shouzhong, "Jiang Mo, I want to kill someone."

Jiang Shouzhong replied indifferently, "When we get to Yucheng, do whatever you want."

Er Liang gently tugged at Zhang Que’er sleeve and timidly said, "Sister, don’t kill anyone. It will give you nightmares."

Zhang Que’er revealed a sweet smile, "Just kidding."

The conflict came quickly and left just as swiftly.

Jiang Shouzhong didn’t care at all.

As he finished eating and was about to leave, a middle-aged big man suddenly sat down beside him, scrutinizing him closely, causing Jiang Shouzhong to feel uneasy and subconsciously grip the handle of his knife.

"Not bad, you have quite the good look."

The Sky Demon Sect’s protector Jin Ao patted Jiang Shouzhong on the shoulder, trying to force a kind and friendly smile, "Lad, are you married yet? Do you want to be a son-in-law who lives off his wife, and do you mind being a kept man?

My master is currently single; if you nod, I’ll tie you up and send you over right now."

Jiang Shouzhong asked expressionlessly, "How ugly is your master?"