Supreme Heir Son-in-law

Chapter 882: Begging for Mercy

The knife-scarred man did not utter any harsh words this time. Instead, he rushed straight at Xu Ke, raising his fist and aiming it at Xu Ke’s face. The fierce glint in his eyes and the gust from his punch made it clear he wasn’t holding back. If this punch landed on the face, a few teeth might surely be knocked out.

"Whoa!"

The onlookers watched the knife-scarred man’s stance, each covering their mouths, their eyes fixed intently on his fist. Their expressions were tense to the extreme, a mix of fear and excitement.

The woman standing at the back could only see the knife-scarred man’s fist raised high, but that was enough for her. She tightly closed her eyes, too afraid to watch, her heart pounding louder and faster as if it would leap out of her chest.

Everyone around was extremely nervous, except for the two main participants: the knife-scarred man and Xu Ke. The former was confident that Xu Ke couldn’t dodge his attack, hence he felt no anxiety, while Xu Ke was unworried because he knew the other was not his match. How could a tiger be troubled by a rabbit’s attack? It would only open its mouth, ready to devour.

The knife-scarred man’s supposedly quick movements appeared slow in Xu Ke’s eyes. So when his fist reached Xu Ke’s head, Xu Ke calmly extended his well-defined fingers to grip the knife-scarred man’s large hand, halting its progress.

The relaxed expression on the knife-scarred man’s face finally vanished. No matter how much force he exerted, he couldn’t advance his hand an inch, nor withdraw it from Xu Ke’s grasp.

It was at that moment he realized Xu Ke’s prowess and fully believed Brother Jin’s words: that the seemingly feeble man before him possessed incredible strength.

"I thought you were formidable, but you’re so fragile. Raising your arm high only looks impressive but serves no purpose, and it slows down your punch. In short, it’s just flashy, impractical moves." Xu Ke smirked disdainfully.

"Watch your mouth! Who are you to speak about Brother Scar? Show him some respect, Boss, and teach him who’s in charge on this street. Shut his foul mouth, let him learn a lesson." One of Scar’s men angrily retorted.

Brother Jin looked at the ignorant faces, cast a kind gaze, and sighed deeply, thinking this is the outcome of knowing nothing.

Meanwhile, the knife-scarred man, thrown under the bus, glanced back with eyes like a predator’s, never expecting that the deepest cut on him would be inflicted by his own brother.

Seeing the other open his mouth to say something provocative, the knife-scarred man quickly intervened, speaking first, "You keep running your mouth? Shut up already."

The unaware underling, ready to speak tough on behalf of Scar against Xu Ke, was suddenly reprimanded by his own boss. He stood there, stunned, his eyes filled with grievance, but receiving no sympathy from his leader.

The knife-scarred man looked at Xu Ke with unprecedented seriousness, "You’re strong, stronger than I imagined. But to say I’m just a fancy fighter with one punch—that’s premature."

He swung another punch at Xu Ke, having absorbed Xu Ke’s earlier advice. His raised hand wasn’t as high, and the punch was quicker. But no matter his speed, Xu Ke still caught it easily.

Now both of Scar’s hands were caught, "You gave me two punches; I didn’t retaliate. Now I will. Are you ready?" Xu Ke smiled at him.

Hearing this, the knife-scarred man’s face became intensely serious, more intimidating than ever. He focused entirely on Xu Ke, his muscles tensed to the extreme, ready for any attack.

Xu Ke, observing his opponent’s tense, all-out demeanor, grinned even brighter, suddenly tightening his grip unexpectedly.

Prepared as he was, Scar didn’t anticipate that the first strike would target his hands. The shock was devastating, for he’d focused entirely on Xu Ke, not considering an attack on his hands. After all, it’s said that nerves are connected through the fingers.

Unprepared, Scar let out a piercing cry, shocking those nearby and causing them to flinch instinctively.

However, the greatest impact was on Scar himself—a physical assault on his hands. He felt each bone being slowly crushed, an unprecedented torment.

This prolonged torture shattered his will to resist. He was a shadow of his former self, his face a mess of sweat, tears, and snot—a complete disgrace.

"Argh! Let go, my hand is broken!" Scar had managed only one initial yelp, holding on stubbornly in silence. But as Xu Ke’s grip tightened, he couldn’t withstand it, reluctantly begging for mercy.

"Broken, huh? Saves you from always wanting to hit people." Xu Ke calmly retorted, increasing the pressure.

Scar, having abandoned all pretense, screamed again, "I won’t dare anymore. I’ll never hit anyone again. Please, let go of my hand."

Scar’s underlings were stunned by his pitiful state while the three others already ’educated’ by Xu Ke watched the scene, arms folded. Brother Jin, witnessing Scar’s fate, sighed deeply, offering silent condolences.

Back when they were punished, only a few knew, a small embarrassment compared to Scar, crying and shouting in public—humiliation taken to a new level.