Transmigrated Son-in-law

Cai Kun had arrived a long time ago. He was leaning on the door of the car and chatting with Zhang Changjiang. When he saw Yang Xuan and Jiang Bo get off the car, he became excited.    

"Brother Jiang, do you think Yang Xuan is looking down on you or me? Just one person! "    

"It doesn't matter how many he brought. There aren't as many people as me. My mission today is to help you beat him up and take the money to leave!"    

Zhang Changjiang put the knife in his left hand and took out a white knitted glove from his pocket with his right hand.    

He wasn't the only one. The people who had been called were all wearing white gloves. The reason for this was very simple; they were afraid of hurting their own people.    

However, he didn't need to bring them today. There were only two people on the other side tonight.    

It also had another use, which was to prevent the blood from slipping on the handle of the knife.    

Zhang Changjiang was the organizer, so he rarely participated in battles.    

But tonight was an exception. The other side only had two people. There were at least a hundred brothers on their side. With one of them charging, the two of them could have disappeared.    

Therefore, Zhang Changjiang decided to go on stage personally.    

When he had his gloves on, he turned the knife to his right hand and placed it on his shoulder, then placed his left hand in his mouth and whistled.    

Everyone knew they had to work, so they all stopped talking and got into formation.    

Under Zhang Changjiang's lead, they majestically headed towards Yang Xuan and Jiang Bo.    

Cai Kun had already made up his mind that no matter what, Yang Xuan wouldn't pass tonight's test. With two unarmed guys against a hundred people, would they still be able to fight back?    

Even Yang Xuan was covered in iron, how many nails could he crush? He could die from exhaustion!    

Thus, Cai Kun was fearless tonight.    

With a loudspeaker in his hand, he jumped onto the roof of the Porsche and shouted arrogantly at the top of his lungs, "Yang Xuan, tonight, I will definitely beat you into a vegetable!"    

The distance of over 50 meters was covered in the blink of an eye. Zhang Changjiang led more than 100 people and started off with a jog. With so many people stepping on the cement ground, the sound of heavy and powerful footsteps could be heard.    

The road was completely blocked. Some of the taxis and private cars turned around and left as soon as they saw the situation. Some of them were afraid of incurring the fish pond while others were bold enough to watch the free show from afar.    

The traffic police who were on duty on the street quickly noticed the situation and came on their motorcycles. They wanted to stop them but found more than a hundred people armed as if they were going to fight a war. There was something wrong with the situation, so they quickly made a call to the police.    

The call came to the alarm center, Taiping Street was under the jurisdiction of the North District Division. After the North District Division received this call, Ma Dong, who was leading a few policemen to check out the hotel, quickly drove over.    

His gaze returned to Yang Xuan. Looking at the black mass of heads rushing over, he turned around and asked Jiang Bo: "Hey, how many can you fight?"    

Jiang Bo thought for a moment and replied, "Around 30. Any more won't do. I just entered the second rate a month ago."    

"Alright, I'll deal with the remaining seventy people, but you have to be careful, these people are all children, and they might be here for a hundred and eighty yuan, we don't have any deep grudges with them, after a while, don't hit too hard, do you understand?"    

"Understood, rest assured."    

"Yes."    

Yang Xuan nodded. He took off his belt and wrapped it around his left arm.    

To deal with these hooligans, he didn't even need to use inner strength. Otherwise, with his small physique, even if Yang Xuan had only used a tenth of his strength, he would probably lose half his life after being punched by him.    

In the end, these people were street hooligans, and there were even some students who were still in school. They were not heinous and did not need to fight to the death with them.    

Jiang Bo didn't have any weapons, his most powerful weapon was his pair of iron fists.    

The back of his hand was black and his palms were calluses. Wherever he went, he would flip upside down as miserable cries rang out one after another.    

Of course, the delinquents that fell to the ground would suffer from severe fractures at most. Jiang Bo took Yang Xuan's words to heart. These people were not unforgivable, and wanted to show mercy to them.    

Jiang Bo was at least 1.8 meters tall. He had already taken off his jacket, and was only wearing a black vest with thick chest hair. The hair on his arms were also black. He stood there like a fine black bear.    

Seeing that he was so brave, no one dared to step forward and attack Yang Xuan.    

This person did not look tall, but he was also quite thin. He looked easy to bully.    

However, Yang Xuan disappointed them. Everywhere he went, it was as if there was no one around.    

Yang Xuan relied on his agility and agility to move through the crowd. The belt made of pure steel around his left arm became his strongest shield.    

Whenever the sound of metal clashing would ring out, it would be when the guy in the opponent's hand smashed into Yang Xuan's arm. In the darkness, sparks would always appear that could be seen with the naked eye.    

In just 5 short minutes, more than half of the more than 100 people Zhang Changjiang brought were already lying on the ground!    

Of course, there were also a lot of people pretending.    

When Zhang Changjiang was kicked three meters away by Jiang Bo, he didn't dare to join the battle anymore. He knew that this time, he had met a fierce person.    

When he saw that his brothers had been utterly defeated by just two people, he became even more furious.    

If today's matter were to spread, where would he put his face?    

More importantly, no one would look for trouble with him in the future.    

If no one came looking for trouble with him, that would be the same as cutting off his road to wealth.    

Therefore, in order to protect his own path of wealth, Zhang Changjiang spread the word on the spot that these two people would be given 500 yuan in a single cut!    

There would always be brave men when it came to rewards. These unskilled students and unprofessional social youths all had no money in their pockets. After hearing Zhang Changjiang's words, they immediately became spirited. Even those who were "playing dead" on the ground stood up again.    

Yang Xuan really could not do anything to these people. If it was an enemy that was fighting to the death, with this fighting strength, perhaps Yang Xuan alone would have already annihilated them.    

However, these people couldn't kill or injure each other too badly. This caused the two of them to be worried.    

He couldn't continue like this. Who knew how long the fight would last. Yang Xuan jumped out of the encirclement, and at the back of the crowd, he saw Cai Kun.    

Capture the thief first, Cai Kun was not the king, but these people were hired by him to help. As long as Cai Kun was captured, these people would obediently follow his orders.    

Thinking about this, Yang Xuan put his belt in his left hand, held onto the end of the belt, and rushed into the crowd again.    

Yang Xuan didn't even try to dodge the incoming blade attack. He raised his arm and slapped the saber-wielding person's face with his pure steel belt.