My Ares Son-in-Law

Xiao Chen's voice was not loud, but it was like a thunder with a tremendous force, exploding in the silent space.

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiao Yun's body suddenly stiffened and his legs began to tremble uncontrollably, like a reed swaying in the wind.

Then, his knees seemed to be pressed down by an invisible force, and he fell heavily to the ground with a "thump", splashing a layer of fine dust on the ground. His face was full of fear and unwillingness, and his eyes seemed to be burning with flames of anger, but he could not resist.

It was not that he knelt down willingly. It was because of Xiao Chen's shout that an irresistible pressure was like an invisible mountain, pressing heavily on him, causing his knees to lose their supporting strength in an instant, making him unable to resist at all.

Jiao Yun's face turned red, veins popped out on his forehead, and his eyes were as big as copper bells, filled with anger and unwillingness.

He gnashed his teeth and roared, "How dare you make me kneel? This is simply stepping on the face of the Jiao family and wantonly humiliating them! You'd better think about the consequences. Just wait for the Jiao family's violent revenge!"

The voice seemed to be squeezed out from between teeth, carrying a strong threat, and echoed in the room.

Xiao Chen stood aside, his mouth slightly raised, outlining a mocking smile. He folded his hands in front of his chest, calm and composed, and said with a chuckle:

"Haha, sure. Since you think you have the support of the Jiao family, you can also call someone from the Jiao family. Isn't the famous young master of your Jiao family, Jiao Yulang, who is known as one of the top ten geniuses in Haidong, here right now? Feel free to contact him."

Xiao Chen's tone was relaxed, as if he was talking about something insignificant.

When Jiao Yun heard what Xiao Chen said, his teeth clattered and his cheeks puffed up. He clenched his hands into fists, and his knuckles turned white from excessive force.

But in the end, he slowly put down his hand that was about to take out his cell phone, and a hint of hesitation and fear appeared in his eyes.

He knew very well that he would never dare to let Jiao Yulang come here. Once Jiao Yulang knew that he had actually knelt down to an outsider, with Jiao Yulang's hot temper, he would be the first one to be punished.

Jiao Yun is not stupid. He doesn't want to ask for trouble and provoke the wrath of the eldest son of the Jiao family.

However, Xiao Chen's casual words were like a huge rock thrown into the calm lake in Jiao Yun's heart, causing layers of uneasy ripples. Jiao Yun couldn't help but frown, and a trace of panic appeared in his eyes.

Xiao Chen actually knew Jiao Yulang was here, which was beyond his expectation. A terrible thought flashed through his mind: Could it be that what Xiao Chen said was true? Did he really have dinner with Zhao Chunhua just now?
Thinking of this, Jiao Yun felt a chill on his back and cold sweat kept coming out. He knew in his heart that if things were really as he guessed, then today he would really stir up a hornet's nest. What awaited him would probably be a painful death, even if he didn't die!
In this narrow passage that was dim and quiet, a crisp and rhythmic "tapping" sound rang out from far to near, beating everyone's heart like a drumbeat. It was the sound of high heels hitting the ground, and each one seemed to carry an aura that should not be underestimated.

Following the sound, a tall and elegant figure finally appeared at the corner.

She was Zhao Chunhua, with long black hair casually draped over her shoulders. She was wearing a well-tailored cheongsam that perfectly outlined her graceful figure. Her every move exuded an innate noble temperament. "Miss Zhao, save me!" Suddenly, a miserable cry came from the ground, breaking the subtle silence. It turned out to be the bald man, who was kneeling on the ground with a look of fear on his face, his body still trembling slightly, like a leaf shivering in the cold wind.

His eyes were full of panic and helplessness, and beads of sweat the size of beans kept rolling down his forehead, soaking his greasy hair and dirty collar.

He knew that if Xiao Chen really had a close relationship with the distinguished Zhao Chunhua in front of him, then he would be finished today. So no matter whether what Xiao Chen said was true or false, he decided to try his best to make his voice sound more miserable, perhaps he could buy himself a chance of survival.

Zhao Chunhua walked over slowly and leisurely. Every step she took was steady and graceful, as if she was not walking on the cold ground, but on a gorgeous catwalk. Behind her, there were two people.

One of them was a middle-aged man with a sleek figure and eyes as sharp as an eagle. He was like a cheetah ready to attack at any time, exuding an invisible pressure.

His eyes were like two sharp blades, falling directly on everyone, full of vigilance and alertness. It was obvious that he was Zhao Chunhua's bodyguard. The other one was Zhang Yu, who followed behind cautiously.

Xiao Chen's eyes fell on the bodyguard, and he couldn't help but think back to the meal he had just had.

At that time, although the bodyguard was not always by Zhao Chunhua's side, Xiao Chen, with his keen perception, had already noticed that he had always been staying four or five meters away from Zhao Chunhua, like a silent guard.

Even though the surrounding environment was noisy and bustling with people coming and going and all kinds of noises, the bodyguard always paid close attention to everything going on around him, his eyes never relaxed for a moment.

Xiao Chen secretly sighed in his heart that the protection measures taken by the martial arts family for their descendants were indeed extremely strict.

He couldn't help but think of Cheng Tianan, Jiang Yixiu and others he had met before. They were also protected by bodyguards with extraordinary skills, and each of these bodyguards was very powerful, and it was obvious at first glance that they were no ordinary people.

Martial arts families always pay attention to all aspects when training their offspring, and personal safety is naturally the top priority.

Some of these bodyguards are martial arts masters hired from outside at high salaries. They have rich practical experience and excellent martial arts skills.
And even more are the confidants carefully cultivated by the aristocratic families themselves. They are accepted into the aristocratic families at a very young age, receive strict and systematic training, and are loyal to the aristocratic families. They are like sharp blades, always ready to stand up to protect the descendants of the aristocratic families.

In the world of spiritual practice, not everyone has the luck and opportunity to reach the top.

For ordinary people who are struggling to make a living in the world, even if their spiritual talents are like bright pearls buried deep in the sand, they possess spirituality and wisdom that others cannot envy.

But if you want to truly embark on the path of cultivation and move forward steadily on this rugged and challenging road, it is as difficult as ascending to heaven. The biggest obstacle is the cultivation fee that stands in front of you like a towering mountain. (End of this chapter)