THE USELESS SON-IN-LAW REBIRTH

CHAPTER 8: DIVINE HEALER

"Ah, be careful, Draco!" One of the men shouted, but it was too late.

"Bang!"

Thomas's punch, which had been building up for a long time, was furious and landed heavily on Draco’s face. Draco flew up into the air, with blood dropping from his mouth and nose. He fell three meters away and passed out on the

ground. His nose was broken, and half of his teeth were missing.

For a moment, everyone fell silent. Draco’s men were shocked. Rachael and her mother were even more dumbfounded, unable to believe their eyes... Was this Peter, they knew? In the eyes of everyone, Peter was a fool who was silent, and even afraid to stand up for his wife when she was bullied. But now, looking at Peter covered in blood, punching Draco, and standing there with a murderous aura, it was like a killer crawling out of hell. He was completely different from before. More than ten of Draco’s men stood in front of Thomas.

After all, there was strength in numbers, and they were brave. Suddenly, they all rushed towards Thomas with knives.

"Clang, clang, clang..."

Thomas picked up the knife that Draco had dropped and didn't back down. Because behind him was Emma, who was on the ground with her hands and legs tied.

But after all, one man can't beat four able-bodied men, let alone more than ten thugs with knives. Soon, Thomas's arms and thighs were slashed four times, and blood was flowing. His mother-in-law and Rachael watched, almost fainting. Rachael wanted to help, but was firmly held back by several neighbors. "Don't go there, you'll be killed!"

"Let me go! That's my husband and daughter. Even if I die, I have to try and help them"

Just then, a loud shout was heard: "Under the bright sun, how dare you commit such a heinous act?" A man who appeared out of nowhere suddenly rushed in, grabbed a flat pole at the door, and fiercely attacked the thugs. Draco’s men, already terrified by Thomas, were now facing a lone man with a knife who managed to take down six or seven of them. With the arrival of Michael, it was like the last straw that broke the camel's back. In the next moment, these people scattered and fled.

"Emma!"

"Peter, are you okay?"

Mrs. Amelia and Rachael rushed up, hurriedly putting Emma down. Both women were in tears and frightened.

"Thomas, you're pretty good! Are you okay?"

The man who came to help just now patted Thomas on the shoulder. Thomas replied, "I'm fine. Thank you for helping me just now..." He looked at the man and was stunned the

next moment. Because he knew this man, he was his senior when he learned how to fight. His name was Michael, and the two of them had a very good relationship. In addition to learning martial arts together, they often drank and chatted about everything from astronomy to geography. He just didn't expect to see him here, in this way.

Michael waved his hand, "When I see injustice, I draw my sword to help. There's nothing to thank me for. I see your wound is still bleeding, so wrap it up quickly!" Amelia quickly said, "I'll go get the medicine box." Peter’s performance just now shook her. At this moment, the neighbors also gathered around, discussing in a flurry with lingering fear.

"This is outrageous! In today's society governed by law, such heinous acts still exist!"

Over here, Amelia was bandaging Thomas's wound. It was just a knife wound on his thigh area close to his manhood, which made it a bit inconvenient for her as a mother-in-law to handle, so she had to entrust it to Rachael.

"Peter, pull down your pants. I'll disinfect your wound first."

Rachael held a bottle of iodine and said with red eyes, "Let me help you apply it." Thomas quickly refused, "No need, I can do it myself."

He wasn't Peter, nor was she his real wife. Letting Rachael apply the medicine on his wound was like stealing someone else's wife.

Rachael looked at him and said, "Are you mad at me for slapping you? But I was just worried. If you're angry, you can hit me back."

"I...that's not what I meant."

"If that's not it, then take off your pants. I'm your wife, what haven't I seen before?" Thomas snatched the iodine from her and said, "I'm afraid of scaring you!"

After speaking, he turned and went inside the house leaving Rachael with a strange expression, her beautiful eyes flickered, and it was unclear what she was thinking.

When he finished applying the medicine and came out, a team of police rushed in. He knew that with Michael’s intervention, Draco and his gang were finished.

The leader was a young female police officer with red lips and white teeth, and a hot figure.

She asked the people and the few remaining members of Draco in detail, then waved at Thomas to come she looked at him disdainfully, "You gambled and lost your wife to Draco?"

As soon as she spoke, Michael and the old man's eyes widened. How could someone do such a thing?

Fortunately, they saw Thomas fighting fiercely just now and thought he was a man. But if he gambled and lost his wife, he didn't deserve sympathy.

"Cough, cough, officer, where did you hear these rumors? My wife is so beautiful, why would I use her to gamble? That's completely fabricated by Draco, he even admitted it himself when he came to my house. You can't believe the words of a thug like him!" Thomas quickly explained.

"But I heard you're also a gambling addict?"

"No, no, I quit a long time ago!"

"Hmph! If you dare lie to me, I will arrest you!"

"Okay, no problem!"

Michael and his grandfather just happened to pass by. They came to pay their respects to their ancestors who died in World War, but encountered the incident at Thomas's house. Now that everything had been settled, they bid farewell and left. Thomas watched them leave.

As old Mr. Jackson walked, he limped a bit. Thomas' heart moved and he looked at his legs. Suddenly, the same virtual image of bones and muscles that he saw when he examined Mrs. Esther's sciatic nerve appeared in his mind again. He was happy because he didn't know how to establish a relationship with the Green family, but now he had a chance.

"Wait a minute!"

He quickly caught up with them. Michael turned around, "Is there anything else?" "Thank you both for your help, I am very grateful. I noticed that the old man is having some difficulty walking. He must have been injured, right? Misaligned bones and muscles, fascia abnormalities, rheumatism in the knee joint... Sir, has your leg been broken by someone before?"

Upon hearing this, Mr. Jackson's expression turned sharp. Michael’s voice turned cold, "How do you know?"

Thomas smiled and said, "I can tell. I have no other intentions. My family has a traditional bone-setting skill that happens to be able to treat the leg pain of the elderly. I don't have anything impressive to offer, so I just want to help him as a way of repaying your kindness."