My Ares Son-in-Law

This cold snort was like a thunderclap out of nowhere, causing pain in the man's eardrums. He subconsciously held the phone farther away.

The man swallowed, his Adam's apple rolling up and down, and glanced at Xiao Chen who was standing opposite him with a calm expression.

At this moment, Xiao Chen was like a towering mountain, emitting a chilling sense of oppression. He knew that he was like an ant between the two people, and he dared not play any tricks. If he concealed anything, he would probably lose his life immediately.

After hesitating for a long time, he gritted his teeth, as if he was trying to muster up all his courage, and said in a tearful voice: "He told you to come over here, otherwise he will destroy the New Martial Arts Association today." After he finished speaking, he seemed to have exhausted all his strength, his body swayed slightly, and he almost collapsed to the ground.

"What a big tone!" Bai Xin was stunned when he heard this, and then he laughed in anger. In his opinion, the New Martial Arts Association has been operating in this area for many years, with a huge influence and a great reputation, and no one has ever dared to provoke it so openly.

His laughter was full of disdain and anger, as if he had heard the most ridiculous joke in the world. "Wait, I'll be there right away. I want to see who has such a bad temper! He doesn't even take our New Martial Arts Association seriously." After that, without waiting for the other party to respond, he hung up the phone with a "click".

The man felt dizzy when he heard the busy tone coming from the receiver. He looked at Xiao Chen nervously and stammered, "Sir, our president said he will be here soon."

At this moment, his legs were weak, as if he would kneel down and beg for mercy at any time. He dared not look directly into Xiao Chen's eyes and could only secretly observe Xiao Chen's reaction with his peripheral vision.

Xiao Chen looked indifferent, as if all this was within his expectations. He nodded slightly and asked calmly, "I heard you. Are you sure you don't know anything?" His voice was not loud, but it echoed like a huge bell on the empty road, carrying an irresistible majesty.

As if they had discussed it beforehand, several people nodded their heads frantically, their movements as coordinated as well-trained puppets. They looked just like a group of chicks pecking at rice frantically.

They nodded and shouted one after another: "We really don't know. We are just working cattle and horses, and we have to put our heads on the belts every day to make a living. We do whatever the superiors tell us to do, and we dare not ask any more questions."

Their voices were full of helplessness and pleading, hoping to win Xiao Chen's sympathy.

Xiao Chen's eyes were sharp as he scanned the crowd, then he asked, "What was your original purpose in stopping us, to kill or to kidnap?" His eyes were so sharp that he seemed to be able to see through these people's minds.

"Kidnapping." The man answered neatly, as if he was afraid that answering too slowly would bring about a fatal disaster. "As for who the kidnapped person was handed over to, Gong Lan might know, but we really don't know." As he spoke, he secretly observed Xiao Chen's expression, hoping to see a sign of relaxation from Xiao Chen's face.

Xiao Chen nodded slightly and said calmly: "Then wait, he is dead, I ask your president the same." After that, he folded his hands across his chest, standing quietly, like an unshakable statue, waiting for the arrival of Bai Xin, the president of the New Martial Arts Association.

At this moment on the road, the atmosphere was so solemn that it was suffocating, as if it was the calm before the storm, and a bigger storm was quietly brewing.

Several people's faces were pale, with beads of sweat rolling down their foreheads. They stretched out their hands tremblingly and wiped the sweat off their faces with the backs of their sweaty hands in a hurried and awkward manner.

Then, as if they were under a spell, they stood in a row beside the car. At this moment, they dared not even breathe, like a group of children who had made a mistake, and could only quietly wait for unknown punishment. On the road, the breeze blew gently, but it could not blow away the deep fear in their hearts, but only made their clothes rustle, adding a bit of tension and oppression to the atmosphere.

Gong Lan's body was lying not far away, the sun shining on it, reflecting the shocking wound, the blood had already coagulated into dark red spots on the ground. The presence of the body was like a silent but extremely deterrent warning, reminding them all the time not to act rashly or recklessly.

Their eyes would glance at the corpse from time to time, and every time they looked at it, their bodies could not help but tremble slightly, and the fear in their hearts deepened.

In their hearts, Gong Lan used to be such a powerful being and the person they looked up to, but now he died here so easily. This made them deeply realize the terrifying strength of the mysterious man in front of them.

They thought to themselves that this was just a task assigned by their superiors, but their lives were their own, so there was no need to risk their lives for someone else's. Even if they really wanted to fight to the death, they had to consider who the other party was.

The person in front of him took Gong Lan's life with just a casual throw of an iron nail. His strength was so terrifying that it was beyond imagination.

They knew very well that even if they risked everything to fight, it would be like an egg hitting a rock in front of such a strong man, and there was no way they could win. Therefore, they could only choose to be obedient and hope that this crisis would pass soon.

Jiang Yixue stood aside, the initial nervousness and shock gradually faded from her face. She took a deep breath, her chest heaving slightly, and a hint of determination in her eyes. She had indeed seen a lot of dead people.

Recalling the time when she went back to rescue the Jiang family, the family was in a state of tragedy, with many relatives killed by the Amei Group. At that time, she looked at the bodies of her relatives, her heart was filled with grief and anger, and she also felt vulnerable and helpless.

But since then, after experiencing many hardships and changes, her heart is no longer as fragile as it once was.

At this moment, facing the bloody scene in front of her, although her heart was still a little turbulent, she was able to calm herself down and stood quietly beside Xiao Chen, waiting for the coming storm.

"Ms. Jiang, please go back first. I have some things to deal with!" Xiao Chen turned slightly and looked at Jiang Yixiu softly, with a bit of concern and determination in his eyes.

Jiang Yixiu was slightly startled, and raised her eyes to meet Xiao Chen's gaze. A hint of hesitation and reluctance flashed in her eyes.

She bit her lip subconsciously, and the scene of the battle just now flashed quickly in her mind. Although her realm was good and she was considered a leader among her peers, there was a huge gap between her and Xiao Chen in terms of practical experience.

She knew that if she stayed here, she might not only fail to help Xiao Chen, but might even hinder him at a critical moment. If a more powerful master came later, with her own strength, she might become a burden to Xiao Chen and affect his performance.

Thinking of this, she sighed softly, her expression full of helplessness, but she finally nodded and said softly, "Okay..." There was a hint of loneliness in her voice, as if she regretted her own powerlessness. (End of this chapter)