Divorce Only Makes a Son-in-Law Stronger-Chapter 177, none of you are good enough.

"What do you mean, ’deceived’? I brought Lin Fan here to challenge the gym!" Xia Bingbing glared at the fatty. Then, without mercy, she grabbed his ear and twisted it hard a few times.

"Fatty Chu, show some respect in front of your brother-in-law. Who gave you permission to call me Bingbing?"

"And remember this, from now on, you’re to call me ’Sister Bingbing’!"

"Hiss... Xia Bingbing, you heartless woman! I poured my heart out for you, and you go and fall for some other man, a pretty boy at that!" The man known as Fatty Chu howled in pain as he struggled free. With a look of pure resentment, he pointed a trembling finger at Lin Fan, his chapped lips quivering with rage.

"It was bad enough when you were obsessed with that bastard Ying Bufan, but now you’ve found a look-alike replacement? Xia Bingbing, how am I any worse than him!"

"Did you borrow my Mercedes just to let this pretty boy drive it? Damn it! The guy’s a broke loser who has to borrow a car! How could you be stupid enough to fall for his tricks?"

Fatty Chu turned to look at the black Mercedes parked outside the gym, feeling like he was about to explode. Driving my own car to woo the woman I adore? How infuriating! This is simply maddening!

"You’re the fourth son from the Chu family, next door to the Xias, aren’t you? Still in college, right? What are you doing here?" Seeing the display, Lin Fan paused for a moment before finally recognizing him. Though they hadn’t interacted much, they were familiar faces. Has it only been seven years? He’s ballooned into a sphere!

"Who the hell are you? Do I know you? Get away from my goddess! You’re not worthy of her!" Fatty Chu snarled, rolling his eyes.

SLAP!

Before he could say another word, Xia Bingbing smacked him on the back of the head.

"Call him brother-in-law! Don’t you know any manners?" Xia Bingbing raised her hand again irritably, making Fatty Chu flinch and pitifully jump back to dodge.

This guy had been her shadow since they were kids. He wasn’t a bad person, really. But what happened? We haven’t seen each other for just a few days, and he looks this pathetic?

"What did you get yourself into with them? Tell me clearly, and I’ll have your brother-in-law get revenge for you!" Xia Bingbing urged, her brow furrowed with a mix of concern and disappointment.

"Him? Forget it. It’s a good thing I spent a fortune to hire three martial arts masters. Otherwise, the two of you would probably be in the same boat!" Fatty Chu said sullenly, shrinking his head back.

"A female classmate from my university was tricked into studying Taekwondo here, and then that animal, Jiang Taizhong, raped her. Afterward, the guy tried to buy her silence, but she couldn’t stand it and went to the police. But they used their connections to get the case buried, and in the end... they drove her to jump to her death!"

As he spoke, Fatty Chu’s eyes grew red, and his breathing became ragged. "Her family is from a rural village far from the city. Her parents rushed here overnight to claim her body, and they cried until they couldn’t see... I couldn’t take it. Against my family’s wishes, I brought people here to get justice for her, but who knew...!"

He gritted his teeth so hard they audibly scraped, veins bulging on his forehead as he trailed off.

"That’s outrageous! This is the Imperial Capital! Who could be so brazen as to shelter them?!" Hearing the story, Xia Bingbing was also furious, her fists clenched tightly.

"Who else could it be but that pack of animals from the Ying family?" Lin Fan’s gaze turned cold, his jaw tightening. Allowing a bunch of Goryeons to run wild on the soil of Xia Country? Very well. I’d like to see just how long the Ying family can protect them!

"You... how did you know?" Fatty Chu stared at Lin Fan, his expression changing dramatically in astonishment.

"The head of this Taekwondo Gym, Kim Soohwan, kidnapped a good friend of mine and stole all his assets." Lin Fan glanced at the three middle-aged men behind Fatty Chu, frowning imperceptibly. These three emitted faint fluctuations of Qi Force. They must all be at the peak of the Late Ming Jin stage. They don’t stand much of a chance against Jiang Taizhong, who’s in the Hua Realm on the second floor.

"Hmph. Consider yourself lucky for Sister Bingbing’s sake," Fatty Chu nodded, the hostility in his eyes toward Lin Fan noticeably receding. "Master Yang, Master Song, Master Jiang, we’re counting on you today! After this is done, I’ll add an extra ten million to your bonus!"

Turning to the three middle-aged men, Fatty Chu spoke with a respectful tone.

"Hmph, just a few small fries who practice Taekwondo. Young Master Chu, you’re making a mountain out of a molehill," said Master Yang. He was tall and thin, but his palms were thick and broad like a pair of iron shovels. "My Iron Sand Palm has been unmatched in the Jianghu for decades. I alone am more than enough for this."

"Indeed. To summon the heads of three major martial arts gyms personally... we’re giving these Goryeo sticks far too much credit," added Master Song. He was stout and powerful, with a face as red as a date and a bald head as shiny as a hard-boiled egg. He spoke in a booming voice with his arms crossed, his prominent temples pulsing occasionally.

"Young Master Chu, if you encounter such trivial matters in the future, please don’t ask all three of us to appear at once. We wouldn’t want to cause a panic among our peers in the martial arts community," said Master Jiang, his face grim and his slender, withered hands resembling a bird’s claws. He held a cigarette between his fingers, squinting and shaking his head with a hint of displeasure.

"Kid, what are you looking at? Step aside. This isn’t a scene you can be a part of," Master Yang snapped, his expression darkening with annoyance as he noticed Lin Fan staring at them.

"Young Master Chu, this is your friend, right? Tell them both to stand back so they don’t get hurt by accident," Master Song chimed in. "My techniques are powerful and wide-sweeping. Once I start, I can’t be held responsible for the lives of bystanders!" Master Jiang also snorted coldly, both of them clearly dismissing Lin Fan entirely.

Just then, Lin Fan looked away and shook his head. "You’re not good enough." He then glanced at the other two. "And you two are even worse."

What? Do we, the renowned masters of the Iron Sand Palm, Golden Bell Shield, and Dragon Claw Hand, not measure up in his eyes? Such arrogance! What grandiose boasts!

"Young Master Chu, what is the meaning of this? Did you deliberately bring someone here to mock us?" Master Yang’s face soured. "If you think we’re not good enough, then find someone better! We’ll take our leave!"

Master Song and Master Jiang were so furious they rolled their eyes and stormed off.

"No, please don’t! Masters, don’t listen to that pretty boy’s nonsense!" Fatty Chu yelped, jumping in panic. He quickly limped after them to block their path. "He’s all talk! How else do you think he managed to trick my goddess Bingbing?"

Turning back, Fatty Chu glared at Lin Fan. "If you have nothing good to say, shut up! No one will think you’re mute!"

"Hmph. In the entire Imperial Capital, only The Four War Gods might be able to best the three of us. Who the hell do you think you are, kid?" Master Yang sneered, looking at Lin Fan as if he were an idiot.

Master Song and Master Jiang, who had paused, nodded in solemn agreement.

"The Four War Gods?" At this, Xia Bingbing let out a laugh, exchanging a knowing glance with Lin Fan. "Have you not heard? Just recently, Lin Fan single-handedly brought The Four War Gods to their knees."

The boisterous gym was plunged into a dead silence, which was immediately followed by a roar of thunderous laughter.