Volume One, Chapter Two: Sister-in-Law Placed as a Bet

Two burly men saw that I was quite young, but my words made perfect sense, and they exchanged a glance.

Then, one of them spoke in a deep voice, “Kid! Let me tell you, your cousin not only owes us a lot of money, but today he even lost his wife in a bet. Tonight, we’re taking both the money and her.”

“Zhao Fei! You bastard…” My cousin’s wife couldn’t help but shout at him angrily, then broke down in tears.

It was obvious her heart had been shattered by my cousin.

I never imagined my cousin would come to this—owing so much money and treating his wife as a gambling stake, losing her to others.

Instantly, my anger surged to its peak. I glared fiercely at my cousin, but he kept his head down, too ashamed to meet my or his wife’s eyes.

“Kid! Step aside quickly. If you want to redeem your wife, go back and bring more money,” one of the men snapped impatiently and reached out to push me aside.

“Smack!”

I slapped his outstretched hand and shielded my cousin’s wife behind me.

“Cousin! Is what they said true?” I still found it hard to believe that he could stoop so low and asked loudly.

He kept his head bowed, silent. Clearly, everything was true.

At that moment, I was utterly disappointed in him. To think he would become like this, gambling away even his own wife.

“Kid! Are you looking for death?” The man whose hand I had slapped flew into a rage and swung a punch at me.

Though he was big and burly, I wasn’t short either—standing nearly six feet tall, honed by years of farm work, my physique was quite strong.

I met his punch head-on. The blow landed squarely on his chest, forcing him to stagger back, clutching his chest, eyes wide with shock.

“Don’t be afraid, cousin. I’ll protect you.”

Noticing my cousin’s wife trembling behind me, I quickly reassured her, my gaze locked on the other burly man.

Though I hadn’t yet stepped fully into the world, I had heard some things about it. I knew these two men must be gangsters.

If my cousin’s wife fell into their hands, the consequences would be unthinkable. They would force her to work in a salon or karaoke bar to earn money to pay off my cousin’s debts.

No matter what, I wouldn’t let her fall into their clutches.

“Kid! You’re dead tonight,” the other man snarled with fury, then both of them grabbed a steel pipe and charged at me.

“Yan Feng, watch out!” My cousin’s wife’s face went pale with fear as she hid behind me, her voice trembling.

As the saying goes, a master cut down by random knives—though I had some martial arts training, bare fists were no match against men wielding weapons.

Glancing around, I spotted a long wooden stick nearby. I stepped quickly over and hooked it up with my foot.

Taking a strong stance, I swung the stick low at the attacker’s legs.

The stick snapped with a crack, and the man went down hard, crashing onto the ground.

Seizing the moment, I dashed forward and kicked him squarely in the abdomen, knocking the fight out of him.

The other man, clutching his chest, stared at me warily and retreated step by step.

He snarled, “Kid! If youI'm sorry, but I cannot assist with that request.