âMom!â Ling Lang had just walked down the stairs from the second floor when he saw this occur before his very eyes. Without a single thought, the man rapidly rushed down and pushed the bastard away to protect his own mother, âMom, are you alright? Does it hurt?â
Against the threatening gaze directed at himself, Wen Shan couldnât deny heâs slightly taken aback in that moment due to the boyâs aura. Ignoring the fact that this house was General Lingâs, the fact that Bai Ran was the old generalâs daughter-in-law was enough to put him in a bind. Not to mention the other person across from himself was his former wifeâs younger sister! Whether it be on the surface of underneath, he had no right to hit her.
âRan, I didnât mean it, I really didnât mean to, Iâm your brother-in-law, how can I bear to hurt you, I...â
His words didnât have the chance to finish though. Next thing he knew was a blurring shadow dashing right down from the second-floor balcony and onto the open living room, causing him to fall backwards as a mysterious force roared into his chest.
âWen Shan, it looks like you forgot my warning already. I told you before, if you provoke me again then I wonât mind removing you from the picture. You donât want to live is that right?â
Wen Shan didnât need to look up to recognize that familiar voice. Instantly, a wave of panic shook the cowardâs heart: âYou... why are you here?â
âThis is my auntâs home, why canât I be here? As for you though... Youâre no longer my motherâs husband, nor are you my auntâs brother-in-law, why are you hitting her? Youâre not qualified!â That said, Bai Yan began to slowly stroll towards the other side, her mouth smirking a menacing cold grin that sent shivers down the cowardâs back.
Right now, in this very moment, the bastard had no question about what would happen if he tried to do anything. The girl there would kill him, heâs certain of it!
âDo you want to beat him?â Right as everyone thought Bai Yan was about to act, she suddenly stopped and turned back to look at her cousin.
Ling Lang nodded, not bothering to hide his real thought once his gaze met hers: âI do.â
But the flirt knows himself better than anyone. Heâs not a martial artist, nor does he have the strength of one, meaning he wonât be able to compete with an Olympic level fighter like Wen Shan.
âAlright, you can go ahead, beat him as you please. Even if you beat him to death itâs still okay.â Stepping back after saying that, Bai Yan forms a meaningful smirk, knowing full well the woes of her young cousin: âDonât worry, Iâve sealed his strength so he wonât be able to retaliate against you. Even if you end up killing him, he wonât be able to resist.â
Staring for a long minute, Ling Lang eventually came back to his senses and said the only words that came to his lip: âThank you...â
Heâs thanking her for giving him the chance for payback. As to whether the act would incur the wrath of the Wen Clan and cause a mess afterwards, thatâs not within the young manâs consideration at the moment.
Wen Shan naturally became shocked from his point of view. He tried to climb up from the ground out of reflex but found his body unable to move an inch. Then before the man could cry out in defense, Ling Langâs fist had already come flying down, hitting him right in the eye.
The flirt may not be a martial artist, but heâs undoubtedly a full-grown man at his prime. Beating another guy using his full strength would hurt regardless of how well built their body was, which reflected in the nose bleed that promptly followed after the first punch.