Lu Chengwen did not live with his family at night. He lived... next door to Huo Wenting.
Lin Jiangxian's three disciples—Fulin, Lulin, and Shoulin—stared at Lu Chengwen with vicious looks in their eyes.
Lu Chengwen looked at them and gave a frivolous smile. "You lot again."
Fulin snorted. "Lu Chengwen, you really are lucky. That battlefield was such a mess, yet someone like you actually survived."
Lu Chengwen shrugged. "You three are lucky too, but your master was luckiest of all. My Martial Uncle didn't hack him to death, so he got off easy."
"What did you say!?"
Just then, the door was pushed open, and Long Aotian and Zhao Ritian walked in.
Zhao Ritian was stunned and pointed at them. "Holy shit! It's those three idiots!"
Long Aotian laughed. "It really is."
Three against three.
Fulin's face darkened. "Long Aotian..."
Long Aotian smiled faintly. "That's me."
Fulin clenched his fists. "You three... Bastards, why are you here?"
Lu Chengwen smiled. "Of course we're here. What, you want to hit me? Go on, then. Hit me, hit me, hit me."
"Hahaha, you think I wouldn't dare!?" Fulin roared. "I'll cripple you right here today!"
Lu Chengwen said, "I'm the Huo Family's son-in-law. You want to hit me!? Go ahead and try!"
Fulin froze. "How did you become the Huo Family's son-in-law? Aren't you the Jiang Family's son-in-law?"
Zhao Ritian came over to explain. "Him? He can become the son-in-law of any family he wants! Even if they don't have a girl, he'll force his way into the role!"
Lu Chengwen shoved Zhao Ritian aside. "Huo Wenting is my fiancée. If you're here to protect her, then you have to protect me too. Hit me? Go ahead and try."
Fulin's expression changed several times as he asked his junior disciple brother,