My Ares Son-in-Law

"I don't care who they are," Xiao Chen raised his eyebrows, a hint of determination flashed in his eyes, and responded in a tough tone, "I only know that even the king of heaven has to queue up here!"

After that, he glanced at the seven people with disdain, as if he was looking at a few insignificant little characters, not taking them seriously at all. In his mind, everyone is equal before the rules, and no one can break them at will.

The ticket seller's impatience became more obvious when he saw this. He frowned, and it seemed that his brows could kill a fly. Then he shouted in a hoarse voice: "They are from the Oracle Sect. They are the sponsors of the Eastern Region Martial Arts Tournament this time. Forget about queuing. They can get in without tickets. Do you understand? Idiot!"

His words were like a stone thrown into the crowd, instantly stirring up a thousand waves. The people around were stunned at first, and then began to point fingers at Xiao Chen.

Some of them were whispering to each other, discussing Xiao Chen's ignorance of the world; others just laughed out loud, and their laughter was full of sarcasm, as if they were watching a farce.

The ticket seller, at this moment, had a smug look on his face, with his chest puffed out, as if it was an extremely honorable thing to be associated with the Oracle Gate. He was immersed in an inexplicable sense of superiority.

Xiao Chen was not in a hurry. After hearing what the ticket seller said, he just sneered. The sneer seemed to come from the Nine Nether Hell, with a hint of chill.

"Then according to your meaning, I don't have to queue up either." He raised his head slightly, looking into the distance, with an unquestionable domineering tone, "Because you Haohan Valley can occupy this place all the time, you have to thank my kindness!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the surroundings instantly fell silent. Everyone was speechless at Xiao Chen's seemingly arrogant remarks. Everyone looked at each other, wondering who Xiao Chen was and how he could say such big words.

"Hahahaha!" The ticket seller was the first to react. He laughed so hard that he fell back and forth, and the muscles on his face were distorted because of laughing. "Who do you think you are? You are such a boaster!" In his eyes, Xiao Chen was just a young man who was talking nonsense here just to save face.

Xiao Chen was too lazy to argue with him, and without saying anything, he took out his phone from his pocket. His movements were neat and tidy, his eyes focused on the phone screen, his slender fingers quickly slid across the screen, and dialed a number.

After the call was connected, he shouted into the microphone: "You let them use the land in Haohan Valley for free, right? Take it back now and tell them to get out!"

The people around looked at Xiao Chen while he was making the phone call. They were curious at first, but after hearing what he said, they all thought it was ridiculous.

Everyone shook their heads, thinking that Xiao Chen was pretending to be so rude because he had just lost face, and was trying to get back at them.

The ticket seller had a look of contempt on his face, with the corners of his mouth curled downwards, and his eyes were full of disdain for Xiao Chen, as if to say, "Just keep acting, and see what tricks you can come up with."

However, just when everyone thought that Xiao Chen was just bluffing and this farce was about to end with Xiao Chen in disgrace, there was a sudden commotion at the entrance of the Valley of Heroes.

A man in a simple gown, with hurried steps and an anxious look, ran out of the valley like an agile cheetah. He rushed directly to the ticket seller who was still immersed in extreme disdain for Xiao Chen, raised his arm high, and slapped the ticket seller with a crisp sound. The slap was so powerful that the ticket seller staggered and almost fell to the ground.

"I tell you," the man in the gown said with his eyes wide open and glaring, his voice resounding like a bell, "no matter who comes, they have to queue up to enter, and no one will be treated specially!" His words were filled with unquestionable majesty, as if he was reading out a sacred and inviolable imperial edict.

Seeing this sudden scene, the conductor stood there in a daze, covering his rapidly swollen cheek with one hand, his eyes wide open with shock and bewilderment, the whole person seemed to be under a spell, completely at a loss, stammering but unable to utter a word.

The seven people from the Oracle Gate were also stunned by this dramatic turn of events. Originally, they relied on their status to sneer at Xiao Chen's accusations, and were thinking about how to teach this ignorant boy a lesson.

But at this moment, they looked at each other, and the arrogance on their faces disappeared instantly, replaced by deep doubt and shock. They looked as if someone had poured a basin of cold water over their heads, chilling them from head to toe.

The crowd around was in an uproar. Those who had been pointing fingers and mocking Xiao Chen now shut their mouths with an expression of disbelief on their faces.

Everyone looked at each other, their eyes filled with curiosity and confusion, secretly wondering what was going on and why Hao Han Gu's attitude had suddenly changed so much.

"Hemingway, are you sure? I have to queue up too?" The white-haired old man at the Oracle Gate finally came to his senses. His brows were tightly furrowed as if he could pinch a fly to death. A hint of displeasure flashed in his eyes, and he spoke to the man in the gown who was beating people with a questioning tone.

In his mind, as an important figure in the Oracle Gate, he was respected wherever he went. Now he had to queue in this small Hero Valley, which was really hard to accept.

"I'm sorry, this is the decision from above," the man called Hemingway said helplessly, complaining inwardly. Beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. He bowed slightly and explained to the old man, "I will explain it to you in detail later. Please go and queue up first."

In fact, Hemingway knew very well that the Oracle Sect played an important role in the underworld and he could not afford to offend them.

But he didn't dare to offend the person who called the top management of Haohan Valley just now. The other party's identity and power were enough to change everything in Haohan Valley. In this dilemma, he could only bite the bullet and act according to the instructions from above.

"Good! Good! Good!" The old man said "good" three times in a row, and each word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, with endless anger and unwillingness. He glared at Hemingway fiercely, then gritted his teeth, turned around and walked towards the end of the team.

At this moment, his back looked a little lonely, and his originally straight spine seemed to be slightly bent because of this sudden change.

At this time, a fat man standing behind Xiao Chen, with a flattering smile on his face, walked out of the team with a smile like a cunning fox. (End of this chapter)