My Ares Son-in-Law

A crisp sound of bone breaking echoed in the air, and Jiao Yun felt a piercing pain in his left arm. The pain was so severe that he could not help but grimace, and beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down his cheeks.

But even so, he didn't dare to make too much noise. He could only endure the severe pain and look at Xiao Chen eagerly, hoping to get his forgiveness.

Xiao Chen had an indifferent expression, his eyes revealed unquestionable majesty. He waved his hand and said in a cold and tough tone: "Okay, get out! Remember this, I'll spare you this time. If it happens again, it will be far more than just breaking an arm!"

The sound echoed in the empty space, as if carrying an invisible pressure.

At this time, Jiao Yun was lying not far away, his body full of pain. He was stunned when he heard Xiao Chen's words. He raised his head slightly, his eyes full of disbelief, but soon, a look of surprise spread in his eyes.

He was screaming frantically in his heart: "Are you really going to let me go like this?" You know, he has been struggling in the underworld for most of his life. Not only is he ruthless, but he is also known for holding grudges and using any means necessary to achieve his goals.

He had caused trouble for Xiao Chen more than once or twice before, using all those sinister tricks. He originally thought that Xiao Chen would completely deal with him this time, and he was even prepared to lose his life.

Seeing Xiao Chen standing there without saying anything, Jiao Yun dared not stay for another second. He struggled to get up. Although the wounds on his body hurt so much that he grimaced, his desire to survive made him not care about these things.

He turned and ran away, his steps hurried and panicked, cursing in his heart as he ran, but he didn't dare to speak loudly, for fear that Xiao Chen would change his mind. He wished he could really install four-wheel drive wheels on himself, so that he could disappear in the field without looking back.

Xiao Chen looked at Jiao Yun's back as he fled in a panic, without a trace of pity on his face, as if the person he had just let go was just an insignificant ant.

At this time, he turned his head and looked at Jiang Yixue who was standing not far away. His eyes became much gentler and he asked softly, "Is the game about to start?"

Jiang Yixue's delicate face was filled with worry. She nodded and said, "It's almost done, let's go."

But she couldn't help but frowned and said with concern: "But, are you really going to let Jiao Yun go like this? With that guy's temper, there is absolutely no way he will remember his lesson. He might even be thinking about how to cause trouble for you behind your back. This guy is very insidious and has used many shameful means before."

Xiao Chen raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a faint smile, and asked calmly: "Let him go? When did I say let him go?"

There was a glimmer of cunning and determination in his eyes, and then he patiently explained: "I still understand that it is easy to deal with the King of Hell, but it is difficult to deal with the little ghosts. Those big men with status and position will also consider face and influence when dealing with someone.

But small people like Jiao Yun are different. They will do anything to achieve their goals and have no bottom line. So, I will never let a little devil go easily. "

Seeing Jiang Yixue's puzzled expression, Xiao Chen paused, then explained with a smile, "I just don't want your place to be stained with blood. This is where you hold important competitions, it's so clean and tidy, it would be bad if there were bloodstains."

Jiang Yixue was stunned for a moment after hearing what Xiao Chen said, and then nodded gently. She had to admit that what Xiao Chen said made a lot of sense. In the underworld and social circles, she had also seen many so-called big men. They always said that they would not take action against small people because of their status and position, but in the end, they were often plotted against by those unscrupulous small people and ended up with a miserable end.

But Xiao Chen is obviously different from those people. He is meticulous and is much more vigilant against small people than those high-ranking big people. In this complex and ever-changing world, perhaps only people like Xiao Chen can escape unscathed from various conspiracies and challenges.

The two walked side by side towards the stadium. The sunlight shone on them, reflecting two slender figures moving slowly on the ground.

On the way, Jiang Yixue frowned slightly, her eyes full of worry, and after hesitating for a moment, she couldn't help but speak:
"Aren't you afraid of offending the Zhao family? You could have given Zhao Chunhua some face just now. Look at how embarrassed she was just now. She just wanted to find a way out. She just needs you to give in a little. There's no need to make things so awkward."

Xiao Chen looked calm, his eyes as deep as ever. After hearing Jiang Yixue's words, he said in a light tone:
"Whether I have offended someone or not often depends not on me but on the other party. If the other party wants me to bend over and humbly hold them in high esteem, I can't do that.

If I really did this to avoid offending them, I would feel bad. As for the so-called families in the secular world, their background and power, I really don’t care about them.”

He raised his head slightly, his eyes were firm, and his words revealed an unquestionable confidence.

Jiang Yixue couldn't help but let out a sigh when she heard this, and subconsciously took a breath of cold air. She originally thought that Xiao Chen was powerful, but now seeing Xiao Chen's calm and composed appearance, her heart couldn't help but surge with waves.

She thought to herself that she might have underestimated Xiao Chen. The man in front of her was not just good at boxing and kicking. There might be a more terrifying background behind him that supported his tough attitude.

Soon, the two returned to the bustling arena outside. There were crowds of people around the arena, cheers and discussions were heard one after another.

Along the edge of the huge open space, all kinds of cars have been neatly parked, including luxurious sports cars and steady business cars, which are shining brightly under the sunlight.

A huge high-definition screen has been erected nearby. The originally pitch-black picture on the screen suddenly flashed with light, like a mysterious door slowly opening, revealing a clear picture.

The screen showed the entire scene of the live CS match. It was a carefully simulated city, with huge amounts of money and effort spent on every building and every street.

Skyscrapers are lined up one after another, streets and alleys are intricate, and every detail is handled very realistically and very close to reality.

If you look closely, you can see that the camps of both sides have obvious differences in layout and environment. The Red side's camp is built on a high hill, next to an excellent commanding height.

Standing there, one can overlook the entire stadium from a high vantage point, and from the beginning one can have an absolute advantage in vision, which is extremely advantageous whether for scouting the enemy's movements or launching attacks. (End of this chapter)