The Road to Becoming a Son-in-Law

Chapter 61 You Think I'm a Fat Cat

Chen Feng was dumbfounded. How come he didn't know this thing could transform at any time?

Chen Feng's expectant expression instantly turned into... a dead fish eye.

Is it bad timing for you to change back?

Dude, can't you be a little more reliable?

Chen Feng scratched his head, feeling hopeless. He picked up the tiger and remained silent for a while before finally speaking the truth: "I think it's really no good. You're just a cat now, Brother Tiger."

Little Shadow Tiger: Meow you!

Seeing his ridiculously fierce yet adorable appearance, Chen Feng couldn't help but sigh. Unable to bear it any longer, he put it on his shoulder and said, "Alright, thanks for earlier, Fat Cat."

It seems this spirit pet has quite an extraordinary function, having twice foreseen danger and even transforming into a cool new form...

Sure enough, how could Chen Feng's spirit pet be just a cute little kitten?

Just as Chen Feng was feeling secretly pleased, he finally heard the sound of a police siren, which sounded like a scene from a TV drama arriving late.

The car was coming so fast that the siren immediately slowed down the cars that had heard it from a great distance.

Two men dressed in black got out of the black Hummer that arrived with its horn blaring.

He appeared to be around thirty years old and had a dignified appearance, especially with his imposing aura that made him impossible to ignore at first glance.

This is the aura that only martial artists possess.

As early as ten minutes ago, the compasses in their hands sensed the sudden surge of martial arts spiritual energy in space and time following the explosion.

All things in heaven and earth have spirits, and the cultivation of martial artists is naturally inseparable from spiritual energy. And the people from the Martial Artists Association naturally have their own method for judging spiritual energy.

The compass watches they were wearing instantly jumped from D-grade to S-grade.

When their level was in a state of scarce spiritual energy, it suddenly soared to the level of a divine beast's birth, and they thought their compass had broken.

However, upon arriving at the scene, sure enough, there was only a young man standing in the distance... Chen Feng.

The two breathed a sigh of relief, seeing that the man was so ordinary and didn't seem to possess such strength. Looking at the compass again, the level had returned to D.

The two exchanged a glance and immediately stepped forward.

Over here, a group of police officers were busy handling the scene, and they all looked at Chen Feng with curiosity.

"Hey buddy, you're pretty calm! The explosion just happened and you're just standing here watching," a police officer kindly reminded him.

Chen Feng felt awkward about hiding it from anyone, so he said tactfully, "Hello comrade, actually I'm the one who brought the car here..."

"What?" People naturally don't believe such a fantastical thing.

The police officer looked back at the truck, which was still burning among the crowd; it had been blown to pieces by the explosion.

And look at Chen Feng, completely unharmed...

He slapped his forehead and said to Chen Feng earnestly, "Brother, this joke isn't funny. Don't tease us. This has nothing to do with you anymore. Go back, go back."

Chen Feng was frustrated. He shrugged and asked, "You really don't believe me?"

"What are you asking me to believe?"

Chen Feng nodded, fully cooperating: "Okay, if there's nothing else for me, I'll head back now."

Look, there's such a lack of trust between people. No one believes you even when you tell the truth.

Just as Chen Feng turned around, a gust of wind suddenly came from behind him.

Chen Feng almost instinctively grabbed the thing that was rushing towards him.

The move was so fast that it startled the comrade right behind him.

Chen Feng turned around leisurely, and when he opened his palm again, the stone he caught turned into stone powder, which sprinkled down little by little.

"Sneak attack?"

He looked directly at the two men in black suits who had arrived.

"You unruly martial artists! You've caused so much trouble, why don't you just surrender!"

To be honest, Wang En was also taken aback by Chen Feng's sudden change in demeanor.

However, their martial arts association is responsible for managing the incidents caused by these martial artists.

So, even though he was hesitant, he still had to finish what he was saying.

Chen Feng's eyes flashed with a cold light. These two were clearly here to cause trouble, and he would naturally not let them get away with it.

The police officer caught in the middle of the three was stunned for a moment, then suddenly heard the officer who had already extinguished the fire say, "Captain, there's no driver in here!"

Considering what Chen Feng had just said, his jaw almost dropped to the floor.

Could it be that what this kid said is actually true?

How could a martial artist do these things?

Following the instructions of the martial artist he encountered, Bian quickly retreated to the battlefield.

When gods fight, mortals must retreat.

Chen Feng glanced at him, then at the two martial arts association members staring at him with increasingly serious expressions, before slowly saying, "Discipline my ass. If you're so tough, you're more handsome than me. What's wrong with me saving a street of people in my car?"

The two men from the Martial Arts Association exchanged glances, then shook their heads: "Since you don't admit it, would you dare to accompany me to the Martial Arts Association to investigate?"

"No time, I'm busy getting married." Chen Feng rolled his eyes at them and refused in an annoyed tone.

Although my master is unreliable, there's one thing he said that's true.

Once you're in jail and have a criminal record, you're no longer handsome!

"Hmph, I won't dare!" The person next to Wang En was an impatient and short-tempered individual, and immediately scoffed.

"I think you're feeling guilty!" He stepped forward, clasped his hands together, closed his eyes and pondered. When he opened his eyes again, he steadily pulled his hands apart, and a long sword suddenly appeared.

"Since that's the case, I won't waste any more words with you! Beat them up badly and take them back; the mission will still be completed!"

"Zhang Xing! Stop! Don't be impulsive!" Wang En quickly reached out to stop him, but the ferocious-looking guy had already pounced on him.

With this person practically offering themselves up, Chen Feng pondered for a moment, seemingly struggling with something.

He quickly grabbed the cat by the tail from his shoulder and threw it away, yelling angrily, "You think I'm a fat cat just because I'm not showing my teeth!"

The fat cat that got thrown out: Aren't you?

Zhang Xing thrust out his longsword, but Chen Feng, even unarmed, was not necessarily defeated; on the contrary, he was faster.

In the blink of an eye, the person appeared in front of Zhang Xing.

Face to face, Chen Feng returned the same ferocious smile, then shouted, "Monkey stealing peaches!"