“Lin Feng! After three years of marriage, all you can do is haggle over groceries? The Su family must have been blind to take you in as a live-in son-in-law!” His mother-in-law, Liu Mei, smashed a bowl in front of their relatives. Next door, the rich heir Zhao Tianba put an arm around the heroine Su Qingyue and sneered, “Qingyue, divorce this loser. I’ll get you a publicly listed company!”
Lin Feng wiped rice from the corner of his mouth and suddenly stood up. Zhao Tianba’s bodyguards flew out the door like kites with their strings cut. Scratching his head, Lin Feng gave an awkward grin. “Sorry, I only know a tiny bit of martial arts. I didn’t control my strength when I used the Mountain-Breaking Shoulder Thrust.”
That night, the underworld of Jiang City was shaken: the Dragon King Token, missing for ten years, was burning hot in Lin Feng’s pocket. The elders of hidden sects knelt in a row. “Lord Dragon King, are you finally willing to take charge?”
Lin Feng said, “Quiet, I still have to make Qingyue a midnight snack. By the way, that martial arts manual you mentioned? I think I used to read it as a comic when I was a kid.”
From then on, the city had an eccentric live-in son-in-law: strong enough to smash a villain’s luxury car with one punch, yet happy to knit his wife a scarf; able to play the fool and trounce the masters at a martial arts tournament, then take on foreign fighting organizations with the power of the dragon veins.
