The Despised Son-in-Law Becomes the Ruler

Episode 15

Dom swiftly summoned his prepared men to set out, and they emerged in greater numbers, encircling Vin and ready to launch a ruthless attack. Suddenly, a horde of Dom's men, each of imposing stature and armed to the teeth, swarmed to dice Vin to pieces.

Surrounded by nearly a hundred armed assailants, Vin stood alone and weaponless. A single misstep would spell his end.

With no other option, Vin implored the gemstone for protection.

"I truly need your aid now, gemstone, to shield me," Vin murmured as he rubbed the stone set in his ring.

The gemstone reacted promptly, conjuring invisible armor that clad Vin, and imbued him with endless energy.

The attackers advanced from every direction, trapping Vin within a lethal circle.

Inside, Vin endeavored to protect himself, offering no resistance. For a moment, silence fell, and time seemed to stand still.

But shortly after, Vin unleashed his power, flinging nearly a hundred men aside effortlessly, their sharp weapons splintered into fragments.

Enemies were scattered in all directions, slamming against walls, piling atop one another, some collapsing lifelessly on the floor.

They were utterly dumbfounded by the force Vin wielded, unable to comprehend their collective downfall by his singular kick.

Unyielding, they launched another assault on Vin. Yet, with ease, his blows shattered the ribs of dozens, snapped necks, and crushed skulls. Counterattacking continuously with his mighty abilities, Vin left them strewn, powerless.

Above, Martin clenched his fists in fury, his frustration clear as none of his uncle's men could best Vin.

"Useless, all of them! They can't even defeat one man, Uncle. Where did you find this refuse?" Martin spat in irritation.

"Why don't you try yourself? Prove you can defeat Vin instead of just cursing," challenged Regina.

"Do you underestimate me? I could do it right now, but I refuse to dirty my hands. Let's see how long Vin lasts," they turned their gaze back to the ongoing spectacle below.

Dom was far from relinquishing, incessantly ordering more men to finish Vin off. Effortlessly, Vin parried their blows, landing punches indiscriminately on faces, chests, abdomens, and groins, throwing them as if flinging a ball.

During the mayhem, Vin laid waste to heads, limbs, and shattered Dom's confidence.

During an unguarded moment, a stealthy foe sought to strike from behind, but Vin, aware, dodged and countered, his punch sending a spray of blood across Vin's face and the attacker to the ground.

"Martin, it seems we should leave this place. I doubt you'd fare any better against him. Let's not end up battered by Vin again," suggested Regina, fear creeping in.

They hastily retreated from the scene, sneaking away like cowards.

Vin approached the seated Dom, having stumbled after Vin's kick, and grasped him by the collar.

"Is this the extent of your strength? Command them to attack me again if there's more. Let me finish this now," Vin said icily.

Dom shouted for the remnants of his two-hundred-strong force to attack once more.

Again, Vin brutally dispatched them, filling the space with incapacitated bodies like fish out to dry.

Vin, still unsatisfied, returned to Dom, kicking him repeatedly until blood was spat from his mouth.

"Bring out all your men now to kill me, or it'll be you who dies," Vin bellowed.

"Mercy, Mr. Vin. Please, I beg you. Give me a chance. I'll pay off the debts," Dom pleaded on his knees.

Vin finally exhaled in relief, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and straightened his clothes.

"Had you just paid up from the beginning, and not created such a scene, perhaps you wouldn't have suffered so greatly," Vin gripped Dom's hair tightly, demanding the payment then and there.