Unemployed Son-in-law's Rights: The Book of the Dragon Killer
Debt Relief

Ali, hurrying alone, without a partner. He headed for the address of the auto repair shop that seemed to be located in the suburbs.

That day, the scorching sun was so stinging, that the air felt hot like fire. Sweat ran down Ali's face as he walked down dust-filled streets.

The man looked around, it seemed like Ali was lost. Fortunately Ali passed by a middle-aged man standing on the sidewalk. The man looked overheated and leaned against the wall of a shop that was protected from the sun.

Ali approached him carefully.

"Excuse me, sorry to interrupt. Can I ask you something?" Ali started the conversation politely.

The man turned his head towards Ali and looked at him with a listless expression. "Of course, young man. What can I help you with?"

Ali pulled out a piece of paper containing the address of the workshop he was looking for. "I was looking for this workshop, but it seems like I got lost. Do you know where this shop is?"

The man grabbed the paper that Ali showed and looked at it for a moment. He raised his eyebrows with an indeterminate look. "This workshop, huh? You really want to find this workshop?"

"Right, where is the place?" Ali said politely.

"If you really want to go there, I can show you the way. Let me take you."

Ali was confused by the man's offer. He nodded and thanked me. Together, they stepped toward the address on the paper. After a few minutes of walking, Ali noticed several rows of buildings that looked somewhat similar.

However, how surprised Ali was when he learned that the building was not the same as the one pictured in the photo. Rather than being a neat and orderly workshop, the building looked more like a nest of rundown and unkempt thugs. The walls were filled with graffiti graffiti scribbles, while the entrance was covered with rusty boards.

Ali looked towards the man who was showing the way. "Sorry, this isn't the workshop I was looking for. Are you sure this is the place?"

The man smiled bitterly. "The address you seek is there. I'm surprised you're looking for that place, too. It used to be a workshop, but I don't know when this place became a lair of thugs and made it their headquarters."

Ali felt a little confused and not sure what he should do next.It is worth the rumor that the one who charged here must have come home battered.

The man looked at the puzzled expression on Ali's face and gave her advice.

"Young man, my advice is not to go to this workshop. These thugs are very dangerous, and if you go inside, you might end up in big trouble."

"Thank you for the advice. But I'll stay there."

"I didn't see you carrying a vehicle. What are you going there for?"

"Resign debt!"

Ali thanked the man, and began to approach the dilapidated workshop.

He had entered the courtyard of the workshop that looked seedy. Though full of doubts, perhaps Ali could find a clue regarding the actual workshop.

As soon as Ali saw the inside of the building, the sight she encountered met her worst guess. The atmosphere inside the workshop was far from the conditions that should exist in a car repair place. The people who were there mostly seemed disorganized and unclear.

Ali saw a group of people sitting in a corner of the room, holding bottles of liquor and laughing cheerfully. They seemed indifferent to the noise and chaos around them. Elsewhere, some men and women make out in inappropriate intimacy.

Not far away, Ali saw a group of people gathered around a simple gambling table. Their eyes focused on the cards they were holding, and Ali could hear the sound of bets being thrown at the table recklessly.

Although the atmosphere of the workshop was filled with activity that shocked Ali, he intended to ask the man. Ali stepped up indifferently.

Ali walked leisurely among the drunk and lightly fought men. Some curious eyes looked at him with suspicion. Despite this, Ali continued forward, looking for any clues that could help find the actual workshop.

Ali was spotted by a man near the storefront. The man began to stand behind a desk filled with tools that appeared to be used for car repairs. The man was wearing dirty clothes and his face looked rough.

"Sorry, buddy. I'm looking for this workshop, but it looks like I've lost my way." Ali said he showed me a photo.

The man looked at Ali with a suspicious look, then gave a cynical smile. "This is not the workshop you're looking for! If you don't want to get into trouble, you better get going."

“Good.” If you can't ask here, then there are still many people outside. He thanked the man and stepped back, preparing to leave that inhospitable place.

However, when Ali was about to reach the exit, he saw a plaque in the photo. So he went back to the man near the storefront.

"I want to meet a guy named Bob!" His speech slightly raised the tone, because it was deceived.

"What's the matter with Boss Bob?"

"He has not paid his debts!"

"From PT Karunia?" Said the man bowing, picking up an English key. "Buddies, he's from PT Karunia!" The man said loudly.

At once the thugs' eyes stripped Ali naked with sharp gazes, creating a suffocating tension. However, Ali did not let the intimidation stop him. A few seconds later, he was surrounded.

Ali calmly shifted his gaze from one thug to another, without showing any signs of fear.

"If this continues, you will regret it!" Ali threatened.

"There are more than twenty people here. We will not be afraid to kill you!" The man threatened back.

Instantly Ali gave off a golden aura that was invisible to the thugs, but they felt a cold atmosphere. However, instead of retreating, without command they still chose to attack Ali simultaneously.

Ali, quickly moved in the face of their attacks. He used his incredible speed, precision, and strength to fight the thugs who tried to harm him.

He dodged their punches with agile movements, utilizing every crack to deliver a crushing counterattack. Strong kicks and directed blows made the thugs fall one by one.

Ali did not go overboard in the fight, he limited the injuries to those who tried to fight him.

Those thugs, who were previously confident and courageous, were now slumped on the ground with faces full of pain and despair. They realized that they had challenged someone much stronger than they had expected. Only fear gathered in that space.

"Where's Bob!" Ali snapped out a more concentrated killing intent.

He felt he was wasting a lot of time. But in his deepest feelings, he was dissatisfied with this one-sided fight.

In fear and feeling that his life was on the edge, one of them tremblingly pointed at a staircase that led to Bob, the owner of the workshop that Ali was looking for.