The Crazy Son-In-Law

“So it was you who saved my father?” Although Song Qingzhou was not in the city, he nevertheless knew everything that happened in his family.

“I just happened to meet him and help him. Not a big deal.” Xiao Shun said indifferently.

“Dad, what on earth do you want?” Song Linger said with a frown.

“Didn’t I just say that this is not a place you should go? You should go back to your school right now.”

“I also said that it’s none of your business. Anyway, you haven’t cared about me for so many years.” Song Linger said in an exasperated voice.

After Song Qingzhou left this city, he hadn’t even been back for more than ten years, and he didn’t even write a letter, so Song Linger had a deep resentment towards her father.

“I have my difficulties, and in the future maybe one day you will know.” Song Qingzhou looked a bit gloomy and said.

“Then you can keep your lecture for the future.”

Song Linger got up expansively, picked up her bag, and said to Xiao Shun, “Master, San, let’s go.” After saying that she walked straight towards the door.

Xiao Shun looked at Song Qingzhou sitting there with a dejected face, but since this was a family matter, he didn’t know what to say.

When he reached the door, Song Qingzhou suddenly called out to him and said with an earnest gaze, “Mr. Xiao, please take care of my daughter.”

Xiao Shun lightly nodded his head.

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The setting sun was gradually disappearing into the distant mountains, and the night was also climbing up into the sky.

The mid-tier ring tournament began as scheduled.

A circular ring has been set up in an open area to the west of the town, with colorful flags hanging above the ring and bright lights lighting up all the surroundings.

Around the ring, they used ribbons in various colors to make a simple fence.

More than a dozen fierce black-clad men kept patrolling around it, and no one dared to go over it recklessly.

Outside the fence were all kinds of vehicles, but people had sensibly left a way about three meters wide for those big shots to pass.

Around the inner circle near the ring were hundreds of chairs, and the three of them were already seated.

There was a special ticket office at the entrance. The cheapest seat in the back row was three thousand, and the seats in the front cost went from twenty thousand to fifty thousand.

Xiao Shun gave all his money to Yao Cen, and Long San had little money at all.

So Song Linger would have to pay the money and she bought three fifty-thousand tickets.

Long San thought to himself, Mr. Xiao was fantastic. He picked up the Song family’s little princess, and he’s spending her money!

He had begun to admire Xiao Shun more and more.

Even though it was only a mid-tier ring, they still saw quite a few big names there.

Hou Chenghe knew that Xiao Shun was also here so he brought Liang Han over to say hello and then they sat down behind them.

He still remembered what Xiao Shun said yesterday, and Hou Chenghe also wanted to see how he was going to win the game today.

In addition to this Hou Chenghe, several famous families from the three neighboring cities also came. The arrival of each of these families caused a commotion and discussion.

“Song Qingzhou is also here!”

This rising star, who had cleaned up all the major families in his city in just a few years, had become a premier power and a legendary household name.

His entrance then caused a buzz.

“I didn’t expect him to come too.”

“This year seems different. Normally you wouldn’t see so many big names in a mid-tier ring, and it seems we’ll have a very lively day.”

“Yes, even Old School Society is here this time. They never participate such open rings.”

Many people felt that there was something weird about the atmosphere this year.

Shortly after that, a commotion broke out in the crowd again.

“The Old School Society is here!”

The members of Old School Society had always been mysterious. Many people knew of their existence, but very few had ever seen them.

Curiosity made everyone sitting on the chairs stand up. They stood on their tiptoes and stretched their necks to get a glimpse of the men.

Wearing a jacket and snow-white shirt, Sikong Chen met hundreds of eyes with his steady but proud gaze and walked steadily to his seat and sat down.

The old man in the white shirt beside him was also elegant, his eagle-like eyes shining with a fine light, and he seemed in good spirits with his white hair.

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“That’s Sikong Chen, the young master of the Sikong family. Even he is in the tournament.”

“I heard that he is already a Tier Eight in Old School Society, and if he makes it to Tier Ten he can become a senex. He can have such an achievement at such a young age. That’s marvelous.”

“When will we have such a genius?”

“But I heard that Old School Society is only participating in the high tier this time, and they are very confident about the championship. Why are they here today?”

“Who knows. Maybe they just came to watch the game.”

Sikong Chen then sat down and turned his head to look at Song Qingzhou, smiled lightly and said, “I didn’t expect you guys would pay so much attention to the ring tournament in this small place.”

“You guys are just the same. You guys need talent, so do we.” Song Qingzhou answered with a smile.

Song Qingzhou was the chairman of the Huasheng Group on the surface, and very few people knew that the power behind him was actually the Feng Family in the capital.

The Feng family was one of the oldest families in that country, with a history of thousands of years, but the family name was actually very rare.

The Feng family in the capital held no government position, but had inextricable ties with the government, and it was a mysterious force responsible for national security.

The Old School Society took in most of the capable people in the country. Although they have ties to the government, they were very independent. They had kept a low profile before, but in recent years they had attracted a lot of attention.

This tournament was only a small local event, but it affected almost half of the Oakland province.

If the Old School Society had won this tournament with ease, their name would be remembered by half of the province, and everyone would have been attracted to the Old School Society, and their power and influence would have grown even more.

On the surface it was a small local event that did not need to be reported to the capital government.

However, Oakland had always been home to various gangs and schools and there was no room for an outsider, so the job fell on the shoulders of Song Qingzhou.

He had only one purpose for his trip. He had to stop Old School Society from winning the championship, or at least they couldn’t win that easily.

The information he got was that the one who came to the game this time was a Tier Eight, but he didn’t expect it to be Sikong Chen.

They were both from the same city and he had certainly heard of the name. He was already a Tier Eight in his early twenties. He had the once in a hundred year talent, and was the young master of the Sikong family, one of the four largest family in this city. Not to mention this city, even the entire Oakland must have heard of his name.