My Ares Son-in-Law

Brother Qiao's words were full of greed and desire, as if he had completely lost his mind, and he expressed his inner desires without any concealment. The atmosphere in the room became more tense and depressing because of the conversation between the two.

"Don't come over here!" Jiang Yixiu's voice was obviously trembling, with anger and fear intertwined in her tone, making her voice sound sharp and a little helpless.

"My bodyguards are outside. I only need to make a phone call and they will rush in without hesitation. You know their strength very well. Even if there are ten of you, you may not be their opponent."

Although she tried to make her voice sound firm and powerful, she could not hide her fear. Her eyes flashed with panic, and she kept backing away, trying to keep a distance from the approaching man.

"Hehe, Jiang Yixiu, do you think I'm still the same me who can be manipulated by you?" The man surnamed Qiao had a smug sneer on his face. He didn't pause at all, but approached the woman even faster.

"To tell you the truth, I met a noble person in my life some time ago, and the gods gave me unprecedented power. Now I am stronger than ever. It's fine if your bodyguards don't come in, but if they dare to take a step forward, I guarantee that they will regret coming into this world."

His tone was full of arrogance and confidence, as if he had completely mastered the initiative. As he finished speaking, he suddenly accelerated and pounced on the woman like a hungry wolf. This sudden action frightened Jiang Yixue and she screamed. Her voice echoed in the empty room, full of despair and helplessness.

"Asshole, what kind of drug did you give me?" Jiang Yixiu's voice was filled with incredible anger and panic. She tried hard to mobilize the internal power in her body, but found that her internal power seemed to be bound by invisible shackles and could not be used at all.

"Why can't I use my power?" Her eyes were filled with fear and her body was shaking slightly due to weakness.

The man surnamed Qiao looked at Jiang Yixiu's helpless appearance, and an even more excited and complacent smile appeared on his face.

"It's not a powerful drug, just a little peach blossom intoxicant. I got this peach blossom intoxicant with great difficulty from an old hermit pharmacist. After drinking it, you will feel weak all over and unable to mobilize your internal energy. Moreover, your desire for men will increase tenfold. Isn't it interesting?"

There was a hint of amusement in his words, like a hunter watching his prey fall into a trap.

At this time, Xiao Chen was already standing outside the door and heard the conversation between the two clearly.

There was a hint of coldness in his eyes. Although this matter had no direct relationship with him, the moment he heard "the power of the Prison Clan", he had confirmed that the man surnamed Qiao in front of him was the prisoner with the power of the Prison Clan whom he had been looking for.

By catching this guy, perhaps we can find out the whereabouts of the Prison Clan, which is undoubtedly an important clue for Xiao Chen.

Thinking of this, Xiao Chen no longer hesitated, and he kicked the closed door fiercely. With a loud bang, the door opened, wood chips flew everywhere, and Xiao Chen's figure appeared in the room like a ghost, and his eyes were like two sharp swords, piercing straight at the man named Qiao.

"Who?" The man in the room was startled, as if awakened by a sudden force. His eyes became sharp in an instant, and he suddenly turned to the door, his gaze fixed on Xiao Chen.

It was a man he had never seen before. He was dressed simply but his aura was hard to conceal. For a moment, he was a little stunned, not understanding who this uninvited guest was. However, Xiao Chen did not give him much time to think. Almost at the same moment, Xiao Chen rushed up like a flash of lightning. His movements were swift and precise. He grabbed the man surnamed Qiao's head, as if he wanted to tear his head off his body.

The man surnamed Qiao was terrified, his eyes full of fear and disbelief. He tried to resist and break free from Xiao Chen's restraints, but he sadly found that he could not exert any strength at all, as if he was firmly imprisoned by an invisible force.

"You... who are you?" The man surnamed Qiao uttered these words with difficulty, his voice trembling with a hint of despair.

He knew clearly how strong he was now. It was a power bestowed by God, enough to make him invincible in any battle.

However, at this moment, he was like a mouse caught by a cat, completely unable to move, and could only watch his fate being controlled by others.

"Don't worry about who I am or who the god you are talking about is. Take me to see him." Xiao Chen's voice was as cold as ice, and every word seemed to carry a thousand pounds of force, striking the other person's soul deeply.

He came here with only one goal, which was to find traces of the Prison Clan. This man named Qiao was just a minor character in his search for clues, a human who was forcibly transformed by the Prison Clan and lost his own will.

Facing Xiao Chen's questioning, the man surnamed Qiao's face was full of fear and helplessness. He shouted at the top of his lungs: "I... I don't know. How could I know the whereabouts of the gods!" There was a hint of despair in his voice, as if he had foreseen the tragic fate he was about to face.

However, Xiao Chen did not show mercy to him because of his plea. There was a resolute killing intent in his eyes, a kind of ruthless and coldness towards those who stood in his way. He began to circulate the immortal power in his hands, a power that transcended the mundane world, brilliant and mysterious, as if it could devour everything.

Under Xiao Chen's control, the immortal power was like a greedy dragon, instantly devouring all the power in the man surnamed Qiao, including the power that originally belonged to the Prison Clan.

At that moment, the man surnamed Qiao seemed to have been drained of all his vitality. His eyes became empty and dull, and he became a complete useless person.

"If you don't want to say it, then there's no need to say it." Xiao Chen's voice was still cold, and there was no mercy or sympathy in his eyes.

While consuming his power, he also devoured some of Qiao's memories. Those memories were pieced together in his mind like fragments. Although incomplete, they were enough for him to capture some clues about the Prison Clan and the gods.

From these chaotic fragments of memory, Xiao Chen gradually pieced together some crucial information like a puzzle.

The power of the Prison Clan was actually inextricably linked to the huge and mysterious Amei Group. This discovery made him frown, thinking to himself: In the end, it was still related to the Amei Group. It seemed that this storm was far more complicated than imagined. (End of this chapter)