Supreme Heir Son-in-law
Chapter 393: Hot Spring

Chapter 393: Chapter 393: Hot Spring

"I saw you come in alone. Are you by yourself?" a middle-aged man with red hair asked.

"It seems like it’s your first time here. I haven’t seen you before. What country are you from?" another man, slightly younger with white hair, inquired.

"What’s it got to do with you?" Xu Ke opened his eyes, his icy gaze stopping the man who was about to place his hand on his shoulder.

"Don’t be so grumpy. We’re just curious, that’s all. Besides, I find you quite my type. I wonder if you feel the same about me?" a man with brown hair leaned close to Xu Ke, asking with a sly grin.

Though his hand didn’t touch Xu Ke’s body, his gaze was so brazen it made one feel nauseated.

"Stop looking at me with such a disgusting gaze." Red veins started to creep into Xu Ke’s eyes, making him appear somewhat dangerous, yet this only excited the five men more.

The clear water in the hot spring did nothing to obscure the view, and it was easy to see the physical changes in the four of them. Xu Ke’s brow furrowed tightly for the first time, writhing like two tangled worm-like lines.

"You really are disgusting." Xu Ke caught a glimpse of the scene and felt his breakfast almost come back up, instantly losing any desire to soak any longer. As he stood up to get out, the red-haired man grabbed his arm.

The man held Xu Ke’s arm, refusing to let go, his fingers gently rubbing Xu Ke’s arm, his mouth almost drooling.

"Don’t be in such a rush to leave. We just got started. You haven’t even experienced the wonders of the hot spring yet, so why hurry out? Stay a while longer," the man coaxed while signaling to the others. The next moment, the other four in the hot spring began to move, wading through the water towards Xu Ke, the bolder ones already reaching out to touch Xu Ke’s body.

"I advise you to let go while I’m still tolerating it." Xu Ke’s voice was cold as if coated in ice, yet those caught in lust couldn’t hear or heed his words. Their eyes were unabashedly fixed on him, their minds set on one goal—to devour Xu Ke.

"Sweetie, don’t be mad. We’ve got the experience to make you feel good. Once you’ve tried it, you’ll understand how good it is with a man, much better than with a woman," the white-haired man said, backed by the others.

As they were about to lose control and turn their thoughts into reality, Xu Ke’s anger finally reached a critical point.

"I didn’t want to dirty this place, but you forced me," Xu Ke said, looking up at the sky. In the next second, he reversed his grip on the hand holding his arm and bent it back with a crunch. The man holding him couldn’t even respond before Xu Ke grabbed his hair and smashed him against the stone wall of the hot spring with a thud, the sound enough to make one’s head hurt.

Bright red blood gushed from the red hair, flowing from the wound into the hot spring, tinting the water a faint pink.

Xu Ke tossed the unconscious man aside.

As Xu Ke’s gaze swept over the others, the relaxed expressions on their faces vanished completely.

The three men exchanged glances, seeing fear and reluctance in each other’s eyes. They hesitated, knowing such a chance to meet a rare man like this wasn’t common, yet this man was too violent for them to handle.

While a battle waged in their minds, Xu Ke spoke again, "I was in a great mood today, just wanted to relax in the hot spring, but you just had to poke the bear. I’m not one for violence, but you keep crossing my line like flies buzzing, forcing me to clean this mess up."

Xu Ke’s words carried a clear threat, making the men tremble, yet one or two were unwilling to give up. They’d been starving for so long, and now that the meat was right in front of them, how could they just let it go?

"That’s not fair. We can be reasonable. Just fulfill our wishes, and we’ll listen to anything you say," the white-haired man said with a barely perceptible hint of flattery in his tone.

But the flattery only lasted for a moment before turning into a threat, "There are so many of us and only one of you. If it comes to a fight, you’ll be the one at a disadvantage, you’ll be the one getting hurt. Why get hurt when you can enjoy it? Right?" The white-haired man tentatively suggested.

Before he could think of better words, a fist landed in his mouth. Instantly, a bloody taste filled his mouth, and pain radiated from the hit.

The man even felt something dislodge in his mouth. Opening his mouth and reaching with his hand, he discovered he’d lost a tooth.

Though barely in his forties, he’d lost all his teeth in one blow, his mouth caving in, making him look like an elderly man in his seventies.

No matter how shocked, fearful, and resentful the man was towards Xu Ke, Xu Ke seemed oblivious, casually blowing on his knuckles and casting a sidelong glance, "Who’s next?"

Having witnessed Xu Ke take down a man in one move, even knocking out a mouthful of teeth with one punch, the three who hadn’t been hit felt the water of the hot spring suddenly turn scalding. They wanted to jump out but found their legs too weak to move, their muscles twitching uncontrollably, leaving their legs wobbly and uncomfortable.

The brown-haired man offered a placating smile. He didn’t know what the other two were planning, but he was ready to give up—this beauty was beyond his capacity to handle.

"I’m sorry, I really didn’t know better, I was acting foolishly. Please forgive me this once. I didn’t say anything overly offensive, nor did I hurt you. Just let me go this time," he pleaded with his hands in a praying gesture, his eyes sincere. As the only one among the five with decent looks, someone else might have spared him.

Even if they rejected him once, they’d likely relent if he asked a second time. But facing Xu Ke, who wasn’t an ordinary person, such sympathy didn’t exist; instead, Xu Ke wanted to slap that repulsive face into a swollen mess so it could no longer harm others.

Xu Ke had such thoughts and acted on them. The city’s loose laws meant that even if he caused a ruckus, there’d be no problem. Provoked, Xu Ke extended his hand, turning the man’s face into a "pig’s head" with a few slaps, satisfied only after dipping his aching hand back into the hot spring.