The Vengeful Son-in-law
Chapter 144

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

In H Country, the dead should be respected. Regardless, Anderson was still his grandfather. As agrandson, he would be totally disrespectful to his grandfather if he ruined his grave, and it woulddefinitely 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, hehad been training hard and his strength had improved by leaps and bounds. He was sure he counlddefeat 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 wasbelonged to him.

In general, even if Owen didn't come to him, he would still look for Owen to avenge the night fouryears 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 behindhim 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!Every punch and every kick was so fast, so heavy, causing a loud noise. On the top of the mountain,the sun had not been high in the sky yet, and there was only a faint morning light between heavenand earth. Their speed was so fast that one could not keep up even if they wanted to, and theirmovements were even more dazzling.

Tom and Owen were evenly matched, and the sound of fists hitting flesh kept breaking out.Fortunately, this was a cemetery in the suburbs. At this time, there was no one from two milesaround. Otherwise, this movement would definitely scare a lot of people and they would think it washaunted!

It was really a good fight.

Tom had not done this for a long time. Owen was as powerful as him, and because of their history,he had no worries at all. He could free his hands and vent his anger as far as he wanted. His fists andfeet were filled with his energy and anger. It could be said that he was extremely satisfied. Even if hewas injured, it was also a kind of pleasure!

Owen, on the other hand, was full of confidence at first, thinking that Tom was definitely not asgood as him and he would defeat Tom in no time.

But in the end, it was completely out of his expectation. Tom's strength did not regress but grew alot. He could not only match Owen, but even gain the upper hand.

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

How could this be? How could this be?!

Owen was roaring in his heart. He had been working hard for the past four years and his martial artshad improved a lot. Why couldn't he easily beat Tom? That didn't make any sense!

Was he nowhere near Tom in terms of talent?

After all, in the past four years, their training environment was completely different. Tom was a live-in son-in-law in the Scotts, and he couldn't even have a proper meal. He could not get enoughnutrition, nor did he have training partners, nor did he have actual combat. On the other hand,Owen ate and slept well, as well as enjoying a professional training team. Two years ago, he boughtartificial intelligence for scientific training. Tom should not be able to compare to him in any way.Indeed, for the past four years, although Tom had secretly maintained his training, he was tooinferior to Owen in terms of the training environment. To be more specific, in terms of physicalstrength, Tom was no match for Owen.

In terms of fighting skills, Tom could rely on his talent to make up for it. But when it came tophysical strength, he was helpless.

So over the past ten minutes, Tom couldn't defeat Owen. He had exhausted too much energy, so hecouldn't hold on anymore. His breathing was much heavier, and both the speed and strength of thepunch decreased.

Owen immediately realized this. His eyes lit up and he laughed, "You're out of strength! Tom, youlost!"

After saying that, he immediately launched a counterattack, like a storm, not giving Tom a chance tobreathe.

If it were the same training environment as before, how could Owen be Tom's opponent? But now,their training environment was too different. Talent may help you in terms of fighting skills, but notphysical strength.

Tom was filled with unwillingness. Facing Owen's counterattack, he had more than ten ways to dealwith it in his mind. Unfortunately, he had no strength and was panting like a cow. He could onlywatch Owen's fist break through his defense, hit him hard on the chest, and blow him out!

It hurt so much that a sweetness came to Tom's throat and he couldn't help but spit out a mouthfulof blood.

The difference in physical strength was still too great. For the past four years, even though he hadbeen secretly training, Owen still got better than him.

He still wanted to stand up, but Owen had already pounced on him like a shadow. He stepped onhis chest and stared at him condescendingly. His face was filled with proud and disdain. "Tsk tsk, isthis your strength? It's too weak.”

Tom gritted his teeth. "What do you have to be proud of? You're just taking advantage of yourphysical strength. If you have the guts, give me three months for training. When I get my physicalstrength up, I can beat the crap out of you."

"Hahaha, how dare you be so stubborn after being defeated?" Owen said disdainfully. He steppedhard and looked at Tom's painful expression. He felt joy and excitement from the bottom of hisheart. "A waste is a waste. Let alone give you three months, even if it is three years, you will still bedefeated!"

Tom gritted his teeth and said nothing.

Owen stared at him, his eyes flashing with murderous intent, and he suddenly intended to kill Tom!"Tell me, where did you hide the fifty billion dollars grandpa gave you?" Owen said coldly.

Tom smiled. "What, you want it?"

Owen stepped hard. "Transfer it to me, then I can spare your life!"

He kept pushing, and Tom's pain became more and more severe. The bones in his chest were aboutto be crushed, but he still gritted his teeth, did not make a scream, and even smiled. He said withdifficulty, "If you have the guts, kill me. As long as I die, this money will be donated to charityimmediately. You won't get a dime!”

"Damn it!" Owen shouted fiercely, and his expression turned ferocious. "It seems that you won'tshed tears until you see the coffin! Since that's the case, then you should die for me!"

As he spoke, he was about to crush Tom to death.

Just then, a gunshot suddenly came from behind, bang!

The bullet hit the ground somewhere near Owen's feet.