My Ares Son-in-Law

Xiao Chen still stood there, his posture straight and calm. He smiled and looked at the fat man, with a hint of pride in his eyes: "I am not from any holy land, but I am better than them!" His voice was not loud, but clear and powerful, and every word seemed to carry an invisible force, echoing in the room for a long time.

The understated words frightened the fat man. He widened his eyes, his face full of disbelief. A warrior stronger than the Holy Land? He had been in the martial arts circle for many years. Although he had never actually seen anyone from the Holy Land, he had heard of the power and mystery of the Holy Land.

Those warriors from the Holy Land all possessed extraordinary strength and were admired by countless people. But now, the young man in front of him actually claimed that he was more powerful than those from the Holy Land, which filled him with fear and shock.

He seemed to have never seen such a person before, but he had heard people mention such a person. Could it be that he was so unlucky today that he actually met such a strong person? His heart was filled with regret and unwillingness. If he had known this, he would never have easily attacked Xiao Chen.

But now, it was too late. He could only lie on the ground, at the mercy of fate, his heart filled with fear of the unknown and regret for his reckless behavior.

In this slightly tense atmosphere, the series of experiences that the fat man had experienced clearly attracted the attention of the old man. The old man narrowed his eyes slightly, a trace of thought flashed in his eyes, and he stared closely at the fat man's every move.

It must be said that the old man's strength is even stronger than that of the fat man. He exudes a kind of long-time experience, calm and restrained temperament, as if every pore contains deep skills, and with just a slight movement, he can release amazing power.

At this time, the fat man saw that the situation was becoming increasingly unfavorable, with beads of sweat rolling down his forehead. He was extremely anxious and yelled at the top of his voice: "Mr. Yan, why are you still standing there? This kid is too powerful. I am no match for him at all. Now it is only you who can take action." His voice became a little sharp due to nervousness and fear, and echoed in the air.

When Old Yan heard the fat man's call, he just smiled lightly, with a bit of calmness and confidence in his smile. He slowly straightened his clothes, and then walked towards Xiao Chen with steady steps.

When he approached Xiao Chen, his voice was extremely cold, and he spoke word by word: "Young man, you should know that learning martial arts is not an easy thing. Don't offend everyone. Sometimes, passion is a good thing, but it may turn into a tragedy in the end, and then it will be too late to regret."

After hearing what Old Yan said, Xiao Chen raised his lips slightly, revealing a teasing smile. He looked at the old man and said, "You are quite good at making up words." Then, his eyes became a little puzzled, and he looked Old Yan up and down, and then said, "Have we met somewhere before?"

As he stared at the old man, the familiar feeling became stronger and stronger. His mind kept searching for fragments of past memories, trying to find clues related to the old man in front of him from those complicated pictures.

When Old Yan heard Xiao Chen's words, he showed a look of disdain on his face. He raised his chin slightly and said in a contemptuous tone: "How could I, who am I, know a nobody like you? It's ridiculous..." However, as soon as he finished speaking, his expression suddenly froze, and his past memories seemed to be activated by a powerful force in an instant, becoming extremely clear. Suddenly, he shuddered, and cold sweat burst out of his vest like a flood. His body trembled involuntarily, and his eyes were full of fear and panic.

"Mr. Xiao...Mr. Xiao! Is that you?" Mr. Yan's voice became a little trembling, full of anxiety and uneasiness, as well as the fear that could not be concealed. At this moment, his heart was very conflicted. On the one hand, he hoped that he had recognized the wrong person, after all, there were still people in the world who looked alike; but on the other hand, he knew clearly that the person in front of him was probably the person in his memory that made him so awed.

Xiao Chen stared at Mr. Yan in front of him with a sharp gaze. The corners of his mouth slightly raised, with a hint of sarcasm, he slowly said: "Oh, it seems that you know me too... Well, let me think about it, oh, I remember, you are Jiang Xiong's subordinate, right? Jiang Xiong is known as one of the seven fierce men of the Black Hawk Club, and he is also well-known in this area.

Take you for example, you are quite capable to be his subordinate. I still remember that day in front of my pharmaceutical factory, Jiang Xiong, that guy, was ignorant of the heaven and earth and tried to provoke me, but ended up being crippled. At that time, I thought that without Jiang Xiong's support, you would be more obedient, live an honest life, and stop causing trouble. But I never expected..."

There was bone-chilling coldness and undisguised mockery in Xiao Chen's voice. Every word seemed to be a thorn that pierced Yan Lao's heart, as if mercilessly mocking his ignorance and his incorrigible behavior.

Mr. Yan originally had a glimmer of hope, hoping that Xiao Chen might just be talking casually and would not make a big deal out of it. However, after hearing what Xiao Chen said, the last bit of hope in his heart instantly shattered like a bubble.

There was a flash of fear in his eyes, a fear of unknown consequences, and his body trembled unconsciously. Then, like a frightened mouse, he bent over and ran towards Xiao Chen in a panic.

As he ran, a humble, almost flattering smile quickly appeared on his face. The smile was twisted and unnatural, as if it was forced out.

Old Yan ran to Xiao Chen, lowered his head slightly, not daring to look directly at Xiao Chen, and said in a trembling and flattering voice: "Mr. Xiao, you... don't misunderstand... these things have nothing to do with me... with me! I have always been in awe of you, how dare I do anything to offend you."

Xiao Chen looked at the slave-like smile on Old Yan's face, his heart full of disdain, and his cold and teasing voice sounded again: "Misunderstanding? I didn't misunderstand. Take that fat guy for example, after I beat him up, he asked you to help him out. Look at you, how awesome you are, you've become someone else's thigh, and you're very powerful in this area. Since you're so powerful, shouldn't you be a little more arrogant? Why are you like this in front of me now?"

After hearing what Xiao Chen said, Mr. Yan's face suddenly became extremely ugly, with panic, anxiety and deep worry intertwined on his face. Fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his hands unconsciously rubbed the corners of his clothes, looking uneasy. (End of this chapter)