The Rise of Dragon Son-in-Law
Chapter 86 The Task Given by the Father-in-law

Chapter 86: Chapter 86 The Task Given by the Father-in-law

Zhao Zexiang was completely stunned, forgetting to speak.

On the other end of the phone, Wang Feng thought Zhao Zexiang didn’t believe him, and immediately said, "You’re Long Chen’s father-in-law, which makes you my big brother. Big brother, if you don’t believe it, I can make a phone call to Qianzhou right now, to let the people there immediately..."

"Shut your mouth."

Long Chen hurriedly took the phone.

"Long... Long..."

"Long your uncle, get lost."

Long Chen hung up the phone on the spot.

Zhao Zexiang was startled and quickly said, "What the hell are you doing, you little rascal? That was a leader... a high-ranking official, and you dare to do that? Are you tired of living? Quick, make a call back to apologize, do it fast."

"Uncle Zhao, it’s not what you think. Actually, that guy just now wasn’t any leader. He was bluffing; he’s just an ordinary soldier," Long Chen said.

"Nonsense," Zhao Zexiang immediately replied. "I’ve heard the name of the person earlier. The second-in-command of the Unrivaled in Qianzhou, who would dare to impersonate that? Do you think I’m stupid? Hurry up and apologize to him."

"That’s not possible," Long Chen said. "Actually, although my rank isn’t as high as his, I, well, I’ve saved his life before, so we’re like old friends who forget their age differences. No apologies needed, Uncle Zhao, rest assured."

"Really?"

"Absolutely true," Long Chen asserted with a serious nod.

"You’re actually on brotherly terms with a high-ranking officer? Not simple, kid. Now be honest, what’s your position in there?" Zhao Zexiang asked quietly.

"Uncle Zhao, I can’t say that. It’s highly confidential. If I told you, that would be breaking the rules and would leave a stain on my record," Long Chen said earnestly.

"I see, then it indeed can’t be said. Come on, tell me, are you really good at fighting?"

"It’s alright, just so-so," replied Long Chen.

"Come on, let’s have a little spar."

Zhao Zexiang assumed a fighting stance.

Long Chen glanced at him, noting that Zhao Zexiang had a decent form, clearly having been coached by someone.

"Uncle Zhao, let’s not spar. I’m afraid I might hurt you," Long Chen said jokingly.

"We have to spar, no refusal. I need to fight you to believe you," Zhao Zexiang said seriously.

"Churan, come quickly, your dad wants to fight me!"

Long Chen called hurriedly into the kitchen.

"What? What?"

Zhao Churan ran out quickly, still holding a spatula.

Her mother, Sun Yan, also rushed out, looking panicked, "What happened? Why are you fighting?"

"You little rascal, you... you have no martial arts spirit," Zhao Zexiang said angrily, pointing at Long Chen, his finger trembling.

"Ah, Old Zhao, can’t you ever get rid of this old habit? You’re not young anymore, what are you doing, dreaming of martial arts?" Sun Yan scolded Zhao Zexiang sharply, then softened her tone while speaking gently to Long Chen, "Your Uncle Zhao is just like that. Last time he insisted on sparring with an old man practicing Tai Chi in the park and nearly sent him to the hospital. It drove me crazy."

Pfft.

Long Chen couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

Zhao Churan also couldn’t help but chuckle, she knew about that incident, but hearing her mother bring it up again, she still couldn’t help but want to laugh.

"You... you don’t understand. That old senior was a real Tai Chi master. It was just that I was a notch above, and I managed to overcome him," Zhao Zexiang said seriously.

"Yes, yes, you’re the best," Sun Yan said, giving Zhao Zexiang a dismissive glance.

"Stop changing the subject," Zhao Zexiang then turned to Long Chen. "Are you a man or not? If you are a man, then spar a few moves with me."

"Really want to spar?"

"Spar. If you don’t, you can forget about getting my approval to be with my daughter," Zhao Zexiang said sternly.

Seeing him like this, Long Chen realized it was just his addiction to martial arts kicking in.

"Alright, then let’s have a little spar," Long Chen agreed.

"That’s the spirit. Watch out!" Zhao Zexiang couldn’t wait and threw a punch straight at Long Chen’s face, incredibly fierce.

But for Long Chen, this was no challenge at all.

Bang.

Long Chen lightly placed his palm, acting after but arriving before, and deftly tapped on Zhao Zexiang’s wrist.

Hiss.

Zhao Zexiang sharply inhaled, his punch strength was completely neutralized in an instant, hitting Long Chen’s face with no force whatsoever.

"Ouch."

Long Chen pretended to cover his face, feigning pain.

"Dad."

Zhao Churan hastily checked Long Chen’s face, her heart aching for him.

"I... I didn’t use much strength, I mean, my strength was unloaded by this brat, I..."

Zhao Zexiang hurriedly explained.

"You old fool, not knowing your own strength, Long Chen, does it hurt?"

"It hurts so much, Auntie, I’m dying."

Long Chen whispered.

"Quick, Churan, go buy some medicine to apply to Long Chen’s face, look at the mess your father has caused."

Sun Yan glared fiercely at Zhao Zexiang, feeling like she could kill him.

And Zhao Zexiang, he felt like killing Long Chen.

Damn it, the acting was just too convincing.

"Long Chen, hold on, I’ll go buy the medicine."

Zhao Churan said.

"No need, no need," Long Chen hastily replied, "Actually, it’s not severe, no need to buy medicine."

"How can that be, we must buy some."

"Really, no need to buy."

"Alright, then I’ll just blow on it."

Zhao Churan cradled Long Chen’s cheeks, gently blowing on them.

Watching Zhao Churan’s earnest expression, Long Chen genuinely wanted to kiss her passionately.

"You little rascal, you’ve gone too far."

Zhao Zexiang clenched his fist tightly.

"Uncle Zhao, I’ll teach you a few moves later,"

Long Chen casually said.

Zhao Zexiang’s spirits lifted instantly, as from that palm strike earlier, he had already felt that Long Chen was a master.

He just didn’t know, when compared with his own master, who was stronger and who was weaker.

With that thought, Zhao Zexiang suddenly had a bold idea.

"Wait here a moment."

Zhao Zexiang ran into the room and made a phone call.

It was a while before Zhao Zexiang returned to the living room, excitedly grabbing Long Chen’s hand and saying, "Opportunity has come, a once in a lifetime opportunity."

"What?"

Long Chen was puzzled.

"Kid, I’ve got a mission for you. If you can complete it, then no matter what happens between you and Churan, I will support you both."

Zhao Zexiang was dead serious, not appearing to be joking at all.

"Uncle Zhao, are you serious?"

Long Chen was skeptical.

"A man’s word is his bond," Zhao Zexiang guaranteed, patting his chest.

"Okay, Uncle Zhao, let’s hear it, what’s the mission?"

"Here’s the thing, I have a master, he’s a hermit of Dao Ming Mountain, incredibly powerful. If you can exchange fifty moves with him, then you’ve completed the mission, how about it?"

"A hermit of Dao Ming Mountain, could that possibly be Mr. Zhuge?" Long Chen asked.

"Uh, how did you know?"

Zhao Zexiang was astonished.

"I’ve heard of him, alright, I accept your challenge."

Long Chen smiled.

He actually hadn’t expected that Zhao Zexiang would know the hermit of Dao Ming Mountain.

Three years ago, Long Chen had met Master Zhuge once and they had amiably sparred.

He heard that after that encounter, Master Zhuge lay in bed for more than a month before he could get up.