My Ares Son-in-Law

At this point, Bai Xin's eyes flashed with a hint of displeasure. As the president of the East City New Martial Arts Association, everyone treated him with great respect on weekdays, but now he was looked down upon by Xiao Chen who appeared out of nowhere.

"I will go over and meet him for a while. I cannot lose face for the New Martial Arts Association. But I am not sure that I can definitely overpower him. If I cannot, don't worry. I will not reveal your identity."

As Bai Xin spoke, he tapped the armrest of the car seat with his fingers, and began to think about the various situations that might arise when he was about to face Xiao Chen.

When Yang Xiong heard this, he was stunned for a moment, then he laughed. His laughter sounded uninhibited and casual through the receiver: "It doesn't matter. You can tell him. I hope to meet him again. I didn't think he was that good before, so I didn't plan to do it myself. After all, I have another mission. But if he is a master, I would be interested in fighting with him."

At this moment, Yang Xiong's eyes flashed with a strange light, as if he had already seen the exciting scene of the fight with Xiao Chen. To him, a strong opponent was like a ferocious prey encountered during hunting, which could arouse the fighting spirit deep in his heart.

"I feel relieved when Young Master Yang says that." Bai Xin's voice on the phone was obviously more relaxed. He straightened his back slightly, and spoke with a hint of confidence, "I just told you about the worst-case scenario first. After all, I am a Dragon Pill Realm expert, and I have a close relationship with the Gods Society. There is a high probability that I can easily handle it."

When talking about his own strength and background, Bai Xin's eyes unconsciously revealed a hint of pride. In his opinion, no matter how powerful Xiao Chen was, he was by no means an ordinary person.

Yang Xiong raised a faint smile at the corner of his mouth and spoke again: "Okay, then I'll wait for your call. If you can get it done, that would be the best, and it would save me the effort." After that, he hung up the phone and threw the phone casually on the table beside him.

After hanging up the phone, Yang Xiong slowly stood up and walked to the balcony. He reached into his jacket pocket and took out a cigarette, lit it with a lighter, took a deep breath, and leaned on the balcony railing to smoke.

Smoke slowly rose in front of him, blurring his face. He smoked and looked into the distance, with a hint of anticipation in his eyes, as if he was waiting for a good show to begin.

At the same time, behind him, a woman in sexy pajamas was walking slowly with light steps. She walked behind Yang Xiong, gently placed her hands on his shoulders, and began to massage him gently.

The woman's eyes were full of concern and obedience, while Yang Xiong was immersed in his own thoughts. He seemed to be accustomed to the woman's actions. He just closed his eyes occasionally, enjoying this brief moment of relaxation.

Yang Xiong leaned lazily on the sofa that was as soft as a cloud. On the coffee table beside him was a half-cup of steaming whiskey, with crystal ice cubes faintly visible in the amber liquor.

He didn't take the matter of Xiao Chen that he just talked about with Bai Xin too seriously. In his eyes, Xiao Chen was just a clown. Even if he had some skills, it would be difficult for him to achieve great success. At this moment, his slender fingers slid casually on the screen of his mobile phone, as if he was fiddling with an insignificant toy, and then he dialed a number.

The moment the call was connected, he raised his chin slightly and said with a bit of arrogance as a superior: "Is there any progress on the matter of my brother Yang Qi?" The tone of his voice seemed as if he was asking about a very ordinary trivial matter.

A calm and respectful voice came from the other end of the phone: "Mr. Yang, please wait a moment. We have confirmed some news and it is just waiting to be verified. I believe you will know it soon. What we can be sure of now is that your brother is not dead." Every word was clear and powerful, as if it came from a sophisticated machine.

"Not dead?" Yang Xiong's eyes, which were originally slightly narrowed, suddenly widened, and the expression on his face seemed to be attacked by frost, becoming a little unsightly. He unconsciously tightened his grip on the phone, his knuckles slightly turning white, and his tone was full of complexity, even with a hint of barely perceptible regret, "It's good that he's dying, it can be considered as helping me."

As soon as he said this, even he himself was slightly stunned, as if he was a little surprised by the dark thoughts deep in his heart.

"What?" The person on the other end of the phone was obviously stunned for a moment, with a hint of doubt in his voice, as if he didn't quite believe what he heard.

"Nothing, just do your research." Yang Xiong seemed to have suddenly come to his senses from some emotion, his tone instantly returned to being cold and distant, and he hastily hung up the phone. He threw the phone heavily on the sofa, leaned back, leaned on the sofa back, and stared at the ceiling with empty eyes.

The news just now was like a huge rock, hitting his originally calm heart hard, making his mood suddenly become extremely bad.

He knew very well that he was able to hold such a high position in East City, largely because he inherited Yang Qi's position. But if Yang Qi hadn't died, he might not be able to keep the position he had worked so hard to get. When he thought of this, a hint of viciousness flashed in his eyes.

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"Stop the car!" Bai Xin, who was sitting in the back seat of the car, suddenly shouted at the driver in front. There was a hint of nervousness and uneasiness in his voice, as if at this moment, he felt some kind of fatal threat.

The driver was startled by the sudden order and subconsciously stepped on the brakes. The tires rubbed against the ground, making a harsh sound.

In front of him, Bai Xin could clearly see two bodies lying on the roadside. The blood of the bodies spread on the ground, forming pools of dark red blood, which looked particularly dazzling under the sunlight.

The others knelt there like frightened quails, their bodies trembling uncontrollably, their faces filled with fear and despair. And on the hood of a car on the side of the road sat a young man.

The young man was wearing a black cloth robe, the corners of which fluttered gently in the breeze. He had a cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth, and the rising smoke swirled around his face, blurring his expression. But even so, it was difficult to conceal his arrogant look as if he didn't care about anyone.

Bai Xin looked at the scene in front of him, and felt an inexplicable chill in his heart, and a little scared.

He always felt that this seemingly peaceful roadside was shrouded in an invisible haze, hiding endless murderous intent, just like a bottomless abyss where people were eaten without leaving any bones. If he jumped in carelessly, he would be swallowed up in an instant without leaving even a bone.

He swallowed subconsciously, trying to suppress this almost instinctive fear, took a deep breath, and walked slowly over with his bodyguard and driver. Every step was taken carefully, as if the ground under his feet was not solid, but full of mines that could explode at any time. (End of this chapter)