The Crazy Son-In-Law

Outside the courtyard the sun was setting with the golden autumn scenery.

Xiao Shun picked up that long leather case and followed them out. He slowly walked to the corner and sat down on that lounge chair.

He opened the suitcase and picked up the sniper rifle. He took out the clip and took out a bullet and carefully examined it.

Song Linger and Zhe Que saw that he was so familiar with the rifle, and they all froze for a moment.

Song Linger asked curiously, “Master, you can even still use a gun?”

Xiao Shun looked up at her, “It’s just the beginning. Leave me alone. By the way, don’t kill her.”

Song Linger nodded in a serious manner, “Oh.”

She turned to look at Zhu Que, “Come on.”Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

Zhu Que looked at the little girl in front of her and she did not believe Xiao Shun’s words.

Just her?

She looked so young, and she must be in her early twenties at most.

What could she do?

“Take this!”

Song Linger shouted, jumped forward, and swung a punch. The two beautiful shadows immediately merged together.

Xiao Shun sat on a chair, not in the mood to enjoy the fight.

He silently fished out the slug that Zhe Que had hit him with from his pocket and compared it with the one he had taken out of the magazine.

He looked at the pattern on the bullet and frowned slightly.

The Temples?

If he was right, this woman should be a member of the Temples. Only the Temples would know how to use the “spirit pattern” on this bullet.

When he traveled around the world with his master, they established “the Temples”, an overseas underworld killer organization.

It was he who taught the then chief instructor, Snow Shadow, this “spirit pattern”.

For some reason, the “spirit pattern” on this bullet was somewhat deformed, and its power was naturally not as powerful as before.

After the two of them left, they handed the Temples to then chief instructor Snow Shadow, and they had been out of contact since then.

What could have happened?

And the Temples had always operated only overseas, so how could they suddenly appear in the country?

From their previous fight, he guessed she was only a mid-level killer.

Without her gun, she was just ordinary in close combat.

She was certainly no match for Song Linger, so he didn’t need to be nervous.

He took out a small alloy file from his suitcase, picked up another bullet without the “spirit pattern”, and began carving it up.

The power of the treated bullet would be greatly increased.

It was able to break through the aura shield around the fighter, even if it was a Foundation Stage fighter.

Beyond two hundred meters it would be less accurate, though still powerful.

Three minutes later, he finished carving the spirit pattern on the bullet. It looked exquisite and complex, and the two in the courtyard had also finished their fight.

As he expected, Song Linger won.

She tilted her head and asked smugly, “Do you concede defeat?”

Zhu Que’s fair face turned flushed, and stubbornness shone from those blue eyes under her long eyelashes.

“No, come again!”

“OK!”

Song Linger beamed and said with an unhappy face.

He was about to make a move when he was called to a halt by Xiao Shun.

With the sniper rifle in his hand, he slowly walked over and tossed his own engraved bullet to Zhe Que saying, “You won’t win, and this is what you’re good at.”

Zhu Que spread her palm out, and the bullet appeared in front of her eyes. She suddenly frowned.

The “spirit pattern” on this bullet was countless times more delicate than the one she had carved herself, and it was faintly emitting a faint aura.

She looked at Xiao Shun with an incredulous face, “You… How do you know this?”

Xiao Shun smiled faintly and replied, “Do you want to try its power?”

Zhe Que hesitated for a moment and slowly nodded.

Xiao Shun threw the sniper rifle in his hand over, and she reached out and grabbed it in her hand.

“Master?! Are you crazy? How did you… You give her the gun!?”

Song Linger immediately hid behind Xiao Shun, panicked and shouted.

Xiao Shun smiled faintly, gently patted her hand grasping at his arm, indicating that she needed not panic.

Before she could figure out what happened to the spirit pattern on this bullet, she would not and would dare not rashly do anything to Xiao Shun.

The Temples had a strict hierarchy, and only people of distinguished status could carve such an exquisite spiritual pattern.

Zhu Que had a complicated expression as he loaded the bullet and began to look for a target. There was a two-square-foot piece of granite next to the flower bed, and an ordinary bullet could only leave a small dent in it at best.

She raised her gun to aim and slowly pulled the trigger.

Boom!

In an instant, they were enveloped by a layer of white smoke, and the hard granite instantly turned into some white powder.

The power was just staggering!

Zhe Que’s heart banged.

She turned her head to look at Xiao Shun, and he stood there with a bemused face, as if this was nothing rare for him.

However, she was afraid that even her top boss, Phoenix, couldn’t give that bullet such power.

“Who the hell are you?” Zhu Que asked in a trembling voice.

“Now do you admit defeat?” Xiao Shun asked rhetorically.

Zhu Que thought a little and nodded, “My code name is Zhu Que, as for my employer…”

She wanted to say something but stopped.

After all, she had been following her professional principles since she became a killer. She just couldn’t convince herself to just give up her principles and compromise.

Xiao Shun said indifferently, “If you are willing to follow me, you will no longer be a killer from today onwards. I think no one is born willing to be a killer.”

He didn’t know about other organizations.

But most of the Temples were just some refugees he had met at the time when he was passing through some war-torn countries with his master. They had all lost their families and homes in their wars.

Zhu Que’s chest was heaving, and suddenly she took a deep breath, got on one knee and said, “I would like to follow you, but… If I do, that organization will certainly not let me go, and it may bring you trouble.”

“How many people does the Temples have in Wradeogon?”

Zhu Que’s expression stalled, “You know the Temples?”

“More than just knowing them.” Xiao Shun smiled and said.

Her smile stiffened.

She should have thought of it. Since he was able to carve that exquisite spirit pattern, how could he have nothing to do with the organization.

But since he wasn’t willing to say, she wouldn’t ask more questions.

“There are only three of us. Besides me, there is a contact person, and my top boss, but…” she stammered.

“You don’t have to be nervous. I won’t ask you to tell me who and where these people are.” Xiao Shun waved his hand and said.

“Sooner or later we’ll meet, won’t we?”

The corners of his mouth curled into a faint smile, and he looked very confident.

“Linger, can she stay here for the night?”

Xiao Shun saw that it was getting late and turned his head to ask Song Linger.

“I’ll find a place for her later.”

“Of course, isn’t she already one of us now?” Song Linger said with a cheeky smile.

“My name is Song Linger, and you can call me Linger from now on, just like Master.”