Godly Conceited Son-in-law

Guan Yang gave a meaningful glance to Guan Ming. The two of them placed this exotic woman in a corner behind the door before walking out of the lounge.    

    

The moment he revealed his head, the smell of tobacco and alcohol mixed in the bar came rushing towards him. The ear-splitting bass voice made Guan Yang's eyebrows twitch slightly.    

    

With a single glance, he saw that the men and women inside the wine pool, with different skins and appearances, were all sticking closely together, swaying their waists in the music.    

    

Guan Ming, who was following behind Guan Yang, suddenly took a small step forward and whispered, "Young Master Kuang, the man and woman on the left side of the box are the famous cold-faced killers from California!"    

    

Looking in the direction that Guan Ming had indicated, a man and a woman were seated around a booth in a dark corner.    

    

They seemed to have also felt Guan Yang's gaze and were looking at him.    

    

"Heh heh, California is really standing still. Can trash like that be called a cold-blooded killer? " Guan Yang revealed a look of disdain as he sneered.    

    

At this moment, it was unknown whether these two men had heard Guan Yang's words or felt a sense of danger. The man slammed the table and stood up. He coldly stared at the two as he walked over.    

    

Guan Ming tugged on the corner of Guan Yang's clothes and said in a low voice: "Young Master Kuang, among these two, women are much stronger than men. Please don't be fooled by her beautiful appearance!"    

    

Hearing this, Guan Yang squinted his eyes, revealing a meaningful smile.    

    

"Only the rose with thorns is fragrant enough, this woman is mine!"    

    

As soon as he finished speaking, Guan Yang tapped his toes, picked up a bottle of good wine, and walked towards the two of them.    

    

"Hey, brother! Wouldn't it be a waste of resources for me to enjoy such a beautiful girl by myself?    

    

This man who was a full head taller than Guan Yang didn't understand the Chinese language, so he didn't pay too much attention to Guan Yang.    

    

Instead, he rolled his eyes and looked at Guan Ming.    

    

"You are M."    

    

The man purposely lowered his voice. It sounded like there was a thousand-year-old phlegm stuck in his throat, which made his hair stand on end.    

    

Hearing this, Guan Ming snorted and pointed at the word "close" on his forehead. He stared at the two of them coldly and said with disdain, "I am not your" M ". My name is Guan Ming!"    

    

"Guan Ming?" The man looked surprised.    

    

"Impossible, you are the M, even if you turn into ashes I would recognize you!" A few days ago, you went to China for an assassination mission, but you never returned. After that, the snakehead listed you as one of the gold reward targets. I never thought that you would actually dare to come back! "    

    

Hearing the woman's words, the man's gaze became firmer.    

    

"M, your head is worth a million!" It's your bad luck that you ran into us siblings today! "    

    

Hearing the brother and sister singing the same tune, Guan Yang was speechless. He turned his head to the side, looked at Guan Ming, and clapped.    

    

"I didn't expect you to be so valuable. A million is not a small number. "    

    

"Young Master Kuang, you …"    

    

Seeing the awkward expression on Guan Ming's face, Guan Yang narrowed his eyes and chuckled.    

    

"Don't worry, I was just joking with you. How could I sell you out?"    

    

At this moment, the brother and sister pair also looked up and instantly picked up their weapons.    

    

The man pulled out a Nepalese Army knife from under the tablecloth, and the woman pulled out a silver dagger from her waist.    

    

"Since you have no idea what's going on, hurry up and send your head over!"    

    

Before he finished his sentence, the two instantly rushed towards Guan Yang and Guan Ming.    

    

Guan Yang was startled. He squinted his eyes and revealed a meaningful smile.    

    

As expected of the brother and sister pair, the tacit understanding between them was impeccable.    

    

Interesting!    

    

The men and women on the dance floor were still dancing along with the music, oblivious to what was happening in this small room.    

    

That man had used his superior physique to get close to Guan Ming in just two steps. He swung the sword horizontally, aiming it straight at Guan Ming's neck.    

    

Guan Yang watched attentively. With a wave of his hand, he placed the beer bottle on the table on the only path that the Nepalese Army knife could take.    

    

"Clang!"    

    

With a crisp sound, the Nepalese Army knife instantly cut the beer bottle into pieces. Guan Ming also escaped death because of this.    

    

The woman with the dagger seemed to have realized that Guan Yang had an extraordinary skill. With a flash of her body, she instantly appeared behind Guan Yang.    

    

"Go to hell!"    

    

The chilling silver dagger instantly slashed through Guan Yang's neck.    

    

This attack was caught off guard!    

    

However, in the next second, the woman, who was very confident, was instantly dumbfounded when she saw that Guan Yang had suddenly turned into a mass of black fog.    

    

"This... "That's impossible!"    

    

Suddenly, she felt a muscle spasm of pain from her ribs. A warm current was rapidly flowing towards his ribs. Following which, she felt her entire body become powerless.    

    

"Although the roses are nice to look at, they can't be kept alive with thorns!"    

    

Before he could finish his sentence, Guan Yang suddenly pulled out the dagger in his hand. That domineering assassin fell into a pool of blood, without a trace of his aura.    

    

A battle between experts would usually only occur in a single exchange.    

    

The siblings only had the weakest man remaining in the blink of an eye.    

    

Guan Yang lightly glanced at the man whose cheeks were flushed red with anger. With a snort of disdain, he sat down on a nearby seat.    

    

"Guan Ming, come warm up!"    

    

Before he finished speaking, Guan Ming seemed to have become a completely different person. With a glare, he took out a beer bottle and rushed over.    

    

Even if Guan Ming's strength was not one tenth of Guan Yang's, but as an assassin, he was still a top tier existence.    

    

To deal with such a small fry, it was as easy as squashing an ant with one finger.    

    

When the beer bottle was compared to the Nepalese Army knife, the difference in equipment was obvious. However, Guan Ming relied on his nearly crushed fighting technique to easily dodge the man's attack. With a wave of his hand, the bottle of beer flew towards the man's head.    

    

"Bam!"    

    

After a crisp sound, the wine was scattered along with the glass fragments on the floor.    

    

But before the man could react, another beer bottle was thrown at his head. Five or six bottles in a row, the man finally couldn't take it anymore and fell to the ground.    

    

The corner of Guan Ming's mouth twitched as his cold eyes stared at the man who was still struggling on the ground.    

    

He bent down and quickly picked up the Nepalese Army knife that had fallen to the ground.    

    

His hand raised and his blade fell without the slightest bit of hesitation!