The Vengeful Son-in-law

Owen naturally knew what Tom was thinking. In fact, he had the same intention, finding a quiet place to have a good fight. They wouldn't be able to fight freely here. Although he said he didn't care about it, in fact, he didn't dare to really destroy his grandfather's grave. Otherwise, if words spread, his reputation would be ruined. No matter how strong and aggressive he was, there would be no place for him in the Howards anymore.

In H Country, the dead should be respected. Regardless, Anderson was still his grandfather. As a grandson, he would be totally disrespectful to his grandfather if he ruined his grave, and it would definitely lead to criticism.

There was another reason: he also wanted to have a good fight with Tom!

All along, he had been pinned down by Tom and was very unconvinced. In the past four years, he had been training hard and his strength had improved by leaps and bounds. He was sure he counld defeat Tom.

This had been troubling him for a long time. No matter what, he must defeat Tom today!

So he roared, spread his arms, and chased after Tom like a wild goose.

Tom's blood was boiling, and all the cells came back to life at this moment.

His fighting spirit intensified. Four years, four years had passed. Every day, he lived a miserable life. For him, every day of the four years in the Scotts as a live-in son-in-law had been a torture.

Almost every day, he thought of regaining his reputation and social status, getting back what was belonged to him.

In general, even if Owen didn't come to him, he would still look for Owen to avenge the night four years ago, and investigate whether grandfather's illness was really related to Owen.

Finally, they reached an open area. Tom stopped and did not run anymore. He heard Owen behind him and turned around to fight with Owen!

If it was someone who knew Tom, they would be shocked to see the strength that Tom showed now. They would never have thought that such a weak and incompetent Tom had such a strong strength!

and there was only a faint morning light between heaven and earth. Their speed was so fast that one could not

of fists hitting flesh kept breaking out. Fortunately, this was a cemetery in the suburbs. At this time, there was no one from two miles around. Otherwise,

really a

hands and vent his anger as far as he wanted. His fists and feet were filled with his energy and anger. It could be said that he was extremely satisfied. Even if he was injured, it was

thinking that Tom was definitely not as good

the end, it was completely out of his expectation. Tom's strength did not regress but grew a lot. He could not only match

of being suppressed made him feel especially aggrieved! It was as if he had returned to the time when he was a child and he had always been second to

could this be? How

He had been working hard for the past four years and his martial arts had improved a lot. Why couldn't he

nowhere near Tom in terms

he couldn't even have a proper meal. He could not get enough nutrition, nor did he have training partners, nor did he have actual combat. On the other hand, Owen

was too inferior to Owen in terms of the training environment. To be more specific, in terms of physical strength, Tom was no match for

to make up for it. But when it came to physical strength, he was

over the past ten minutes, Tom couldn't defeat Owen. He had exhausted too much energy, so he couldn't hold on anymore. His breathing was much heavier, and both

this. His eyes lit up and he laughed, "You're out

like a storm, not giving Tom a

their training environment was too different. Talent may help you in

than ten ways to deal with it in his mind. Unfortunately, he had no strength and was panting like a cow. He could only watch Owen's fist break through his defense, hit him hard on the chest, and

so much that a sweetness came to Tom's throat and he

great. For the past four years, even though he had been secretly training, Owen still got better