My Ares Son-in-Law

They spoke one after another, their voices filled with fear and pleading, and they almost shouted out in unison. The scene seemed quite orderly.

"Don't talk about it together, you, answer my previous question!" Xiao Chen stretched out his finger and tapped lightly in the air, pointing at one of them. His action seemed casual, but it carried an irresistible force.

The man was pointed at by Xiao Chen, and his body trembled violently, with a helpless expression on his face. He swallowed his saliva and said in a trembling voice: "We don't know what happened. Gong Lan was given a task by the higher-ups, and Gong Lan asked us to carry it out together. If we had known that you were so powerful, we would not have dared to come even if we were beaten to death."

As he spoke, he secretly glanced at Xiao Chen, his eyes full of fear and helplessness.

Xiao Chen nodded slightly, thinking to himself that these people really seemed to be insignificant small fish and shrimps, and it was really unrealistic to let them know the inside story of the mission. But Gong Lan, who I wanted to pry more clues out of him, didn't expect that he was impulsive and killed too early.

Now Gong Lan is probably dead, and it is too late to use the soul-searching technique to obtain information. Thinking of this, Xiao Chen frowned slightly and fell into a brief contemplation.

After a moment, he raised his head and locked his gaze on the person he had pointed at again. He said in a cold and tough tone, "Call your guild leader and ask him to come over here as soon as possible. Otherwise, I have nothing to do today, so I will target your New Martial Arts Association and destroy it!"

Xiao Chen's voice echoed on the silent road with a chilling determination, as if announcing to the New Martial Arts Association that a storm was about to come.

When the man heard Xiao Chen's order, he was like a frightened bird, and his body trembled slightly uncontrollably. His eyes were full of panic and helplessness, and his lips trembled as if he wanted to say something, but under Xiao Chen's cold and intimidating gaze, the words on his lips were swallowed back.

He didn't dare to argue at all, knowing full well that his life at this moment was like a candle in the wind, which would be completely extinguished if he was not careful.

Although he was still somewhat reluctant, he knew very well that if he conveyed such bad news directly to the president's secretary, the president would be furious and might even vent his anger on him. He would be in big trouble then.

But the current severe situation did not allow him to hesitate at all. If he did not do as Xiao Chen said, he would die in this wilderness. After weighing the pros and cons, he gritted his teeth, reached into his pockets with trembling hands, and hurriedly took out his cell phone.

His fingers trembled slightly due to nervousness, and it took him a lot of effort to find the phone number of the secretary of the president of the New Martial Arts Association.

He was not qualified to call the president directly. Under the strict hierarchy of the New Martial Arts Association, there was a huge gap between a small fry like him and the president. On weekdays, even meeting the president was extremely difficult, let alone talking on the phone.

After the call was connected, a "beep beep" waiting tone came from the receiver. Each tone seemed to hit his heart, making him more nervous.

Finally, a cold voice came from the other end of the phone. He immediately said in an almost pleading tone, in the most concise but clear language possible: "Gong Lan is dead, contact the president immediately!"

He was well aware of the urgency of the situation and he had to let the other party understand the seriousness of the matter as soon as possible. After all, Gong Lan was not an ordinary figure in the New Martial Arts Association. As long as the president knew that Gong Lan was dead, given how much the president valued Gong Lan, he would definitely not sit idly by.

A few minutes passed, but to him, it seemed like centuries. Finally, a deep and majestic voice came from the other end of the line: "Gong Lan is dead, what happened?" Hearing this voice, his body shook violently, and he subconsciously straightened his back, even though the other party couldn't see his movements.

He didn't dare look directly at Xiao Chen who was staring at him. His eyes dodged and he said in a respectful, almost humble voice: "President, something happened. We followed the instructions of Guardian Gong Lan and stopped Jiang Yixiu's car on this road. We thought we could complete the task easily, but we didn't expect to run into a tough guy. Guardian Gong Lan...he was killed. Now our lives are in the hands of others..."

As he spoke, he secretly glanced at Xiao Chen, fearing that he might say something wrong and anger this evil star.

"Dead?" When Bai Xin, the president of the New Martial Arts Association, heard this, his voice suddenly rose eight octaves, and his tone was full of shock and anger.

In his opinion, Gong Lan, as a warrior at the Dragon Blood Realm, was quite famous in this area and had great strength. How could he be killed so easily?

"Who killed him?" he asked immediately, his voice chilling, as if he wanted to cut the murderer into pieces.

"I don't know him. He seems to be Jiang Yixue's bodyguard."

The man answered tremblingly, hesitated for a moment, and then seemed to remember something, and added hurriedly: "Please don't take it lightly. I saw it with my own eyes. This person is extremely powerful. He just threw an iron nail and easily killed the Gong Lan guardian. He is really not someone you can mess with."

As he spoke, he recalled the scene when Xiao Chen took action. He was still frightened and his voice trembled unconsciously.

After listening to this, Bai Xin was silent for a moment, then said in a cold voice: "Have you reported your names? Did you say we are from the New Martial Arts Association?" There was a hint of luck in his voice, as if he was still hoping that the other party dared to act so boldly because they did not know their identities.

The man's hand holding the phone was shaking, as if he was holding not a phone but a bomb that could explode at any time. His eyes were erratic, sometimes he looked at Xiao Chen nervously, sometimes he stared at the ground, as if the cold and hard ground could give him a sense of security.

Under Bai Xin's harsh questioning, he answered tremblingly, his voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz, with a noticeable tremor:
"Of course, Guardian Gong Lan mentioned it. When we met, he told the other party that we were from the New Martial Arts Association. Not only that, in order to intimidate the other party, Guardian Gong Lan also emphasized that our New Martial Arts Association is more powerful than the once-powerful Amei Group.

But who would have thought that they didn't take it seriously at all, as if our New Martial Arts Association was just a small role that was not worth mentioning in their eyes. Moreover, he also..."

At this point, his voice suddenly stopped, as if an invisible hand had strangled his throat.

Bai Xin was getting impatient waiting on the other end of the phone. Hearing that the other party was hesitant to speak, he was immediately furious and snorted coldly, the sound seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth: "What did you say?!" (End of this chapter)