Mistaking My Sister-In-Law for My Wife After Getting Drunk!

"Haha, let's kill him together!" "I don't believe he can beat that many of us." "Even if he is a Chinese martial arts master, there's no way he can beat us all!" "For ten thousand dollars, everyone has to give it their all." "Enough talk, kill him!" Except for the two security personnel lying on the ground, the others charged towards Xu Yang as if they were injected with adrenaline, shouting and howling. Xu Yang sneered, his movements swift and agile among the horde of security staff. Screams of pain rose incessantly. In just over ten seconds, all the security personnel were down on the ground. Everyone was stunned. They knew Chinese martial arts masters were formidable. But they had never seen anyone as formidable as Xu Yang. More than a dozen bodyguards, in just over ten seconds, were all laid out on the ground. Xu Yang's performance was no different from that of a superhero. The entertainment reporters were even more excited, their eyes shining with excitement. They had already captured the scene of Xu Yang's mighty takedown. They had even thought of the news headline. "Chinese Martial Arts Master Meets Harriman, Harriman Gets Trashed!" Such an article would draw traffic like crazy. With traffic, naturally comes money. This news would surely spread across the internet in the Beautiful Country (America). Harriman, the popular singer, was going to be in the spotlight. Only, for Harriman, it definitely wasn't good news. Of course, entertainment reporters didn't care whether it was good or bad for Harriman. Harriman's crazed fans stopped making a racket as well. Are you kidding me? Xu Yang had knocked down over a dozen big and tall security guys in a matter of seconds. If they dared to make a fuss, who's to say he wouldn't take action against them? With their frail bodies and delicate skin, if Xu Yang laid a finger on them, wouldn't they end up lying in bed for ten days to half a month? They loved chasing stars, that wasn't wrong, and doing so fervently wasn't wrong either, but they weren't stupid. They knew this was definitely not the time to stand out. Harriman was just as stunned as everyone else. As he came to his senses, he still couldn't believe it and rubbed his eyes, only to see the security personnel still lying on the ground. To be on the safe side, he even pinched his own thigh, feeling a sharp pain. Now, he was completely certain it was real. Xu Yang, on his own, had knocked down his more than a dozen big and tall security guys in just over ten seconds. When he had ordered all the security staff to attack at once, he never imagined this would be the outcome. He did think that at least half would end up on the ground. But the ultimate outcome, he was sure, would be Xu Yang being knocked down. Xu Yang would kneel before him, and whatever he told Xu Yang to do, Xu Yang would have to do. However, things didn't go as he planned. All his security personnel, they were all laid out on the ground. He wasn't afraid of any threats to his own life. After all, he was a well-known superstar and this was a public place. Nobody should dare kill him in such a place. Especially not someone from China. But now, he was in an awkward bind. After all, his reliance was on these security personnel. Now that the security personnel had fallen, he had become a commander without troops. Was he really going to apologize? Impossible! He would rather die than apologize! Xu Yang looked back at Wang Xiaocong, "Wang Dashao, it's all yours from here." Wang Xiaocong chuckled, "Xu Yang, you're truly awesome. Have you seen? Those rubberneckers, they've all become your fans." Xu Yang rolled his eyes, "Whether they've become my fans, I don't know, but what I do know is that I seem to have become your enforcer." Wang Xiaocong laughed out loud, "What enforcer? Don't put it so crudely, okay? We are friends, brothers. You're standing up for me, your brother." Xu Yang shook his head, "Forget it, I won't waste my breath on you. Just deal with this situation first." "Alright," Wang Xiaocong nodded, walked up to Harriman and said with a sneer, "It seems the people you brought really weren't up to much. If you had apologized just now, it wouldn't have come to this. I'm a very generous person and have decided to give you another chance to apologize to us, to all people from Asia!" Having Harriman apologize was a must. Because this matter had already implicated other aspects. He only had to be utterly firm. Harriman's face turned iron blue with rage. This Asian he looked down upon was still demanding an apology; it was utterly ridiculous. Harriman said in a stern voice, "You bastard, let me tell you, I am a big star from the Beautiful Country, you're just an Asian, what right do you have to demand an apology from me? I tell you, no matter what, I absolutely will not apologize!" Wang Xiaocong shook his head, "Being this stubborn is not a good idea." Harriman snorted coldly, "That's just how stubborn I am. I won't apologize, and what can you do about it? Your friend is a martial arts master, indeed very capable. My security personnel were all taken down, but so what? This isn't Huaxia, this is the Beautiful Country. Here in our Beautiful Country, your friend's martial arts sometimes are useless, do you know why?" Wang Xiaocong nodded, "I know, because the Beautiful Country doesn't ban guns." "That's right," Harriman said, pulling out a handgun from his pocket and pointing it at Wang Xiaocong with a ferocious smile, "Come now, let's see if you still dare to demand an apology." With a gun in hand, I have the world! Harriman instantly felt he held the world in his palm. Having a gun on Harriman was indeed unexpected. The Beautiful Country didn't ban guns, and many people had guns at home. But most people generally kept their guns at home and rarely carried them outside. Harriman was to attend an event, yet he carried a gun with him; it was truly puzzling what he needed it for? A star going to an event with a gun—this was somewhat intriguing. However, although it was unexpected, people didn't think too much of it. If he carried it, he carried it; it wasn't a big deal. Seeing Harriman pointing a gun at him, Wang Xiaocong's complexion changed. He had never encountered this sort of situation before. Whether studying abroad or traveling abroad, he had never come across this. And in his own country, it was even less likely for such a thing to happen. It left him somewhat panicked. What if this guy, disregarding the consequences, decided to shoot him, what should he do? Even if it didn't kill him, a serious injury would also be a loss for him. Seeing Wang Xiaocong's changing expressions, Harriman burst into laughter, "Kid, you still want me to apologize? Kneel down and apologize to me right now, and bark like a dog, then I might consider sparing you, otherwise I'll shoot you dead on the spot." Wang Xiaocong's face changed again, but he said nothing. Harriman continued, "By the look on your face, you don't seem willing? Fine, then I'll just shoot you dead to show you the price of being arrogant in front of me!" Having said this, Harriman was about to pull the trigger. But before he could successfully pull it, his wrist was grabbed by a hand that had reached out from beside him. Crack. His wrist was broken. The gun in his hand was also snatched away. Without a doubt, it was Xu Yang who had intervened.