My Ares Son-in-Law

The voice was sharp and piercing, like a poisoned steel needle, piercing Xiao Chen's eardrum with endless malice and provocation:

"Beishan Park, tonight at nine o'clock, come if you have the guts! Don't be a coward, let me see if you have what it takes to challenge me!"

Every word seemed to be squeezed out from Yang Xiong's twisted mouth, carrying a strong smell of blood and murderous intent.

Xiao Chen twirled the bamboo chopsticks in his hand. The chopsticks moved flexibly between his slender fingers like a light butterfly.

The corner of his mouth slowly raised up into a dangerous arc, which contained disdain, provocation and self-confidence, as if Yang Xiong's provocation was nothing more than a childish farce in his eyes.

His tone was relaxed yet provocative, with a hint of joking in his voice: "Arrive on time, and remember to prepare the first aid kit, otherwise you will be beaten to the point of crying for your parents, and no one will help you." Those words were like a cold sword, hitting back mercilessly.

After hanging up the phone, Xiao Chen slowly raised his head. The moment he raised his eyes, he met Sophie's worried eyes.

There seemed to be two deep lakes hidden in Sophie's eyes, the rippling water reflected her inner anxiety and uneasiness. It seemed that her eyes could see through Xiao Chen's thoughts and knew the danger he was about to face.

"Do you want to ask the Yun family for help?" Sophie's face didn't look good. Her originally rosy lips were now slightly pale. She stared at Xiao Chen closely, with a hint of earnestness and worry in her eyes. "With your status, if you ask the Yun family for help, they shouldn't refuse, right? After all, the Yun family has some influence in this ancient city. With their help, you can have fewer risks."

"Forget it," Xiao Chen stood up with a chic and graceful movement. He gently brushed the hem of his clothes, which fluttered in the wind like an eagle spreading its wings and ready to fly.

His movements were smooth and elegant, as if the danger he was about to face was just a trivial episode.

"I'm afraid they will steal the limelight and make me look incompetent. In this contest, I, Xiao Chen, must rely on my own abilities to win beautifully." His tone was relaxed and casual, as if he was talking about a very ordinary matter, but the sound of his cloth shoes stepping on the blue bricks was steady and powerful, and every step seemed to step on people's hearts, making people feel the firmness and confidence in his heart.

In the courtyard, the cicadas' chirping became louder and louder, and the sound rose and fell, as if they were a group of tireless drummers, cheering for the coming storm.

At this moment in Beishan Park, the rusty iron gate cast a huge shadow in the afterglow of the setting sun, as if it were a monster with bared fangs and claws, opening its bloody mouth and waiting for the arrival of its prey.

There are countless pairs of eyes in the dark, like poisonous snakes hiding in the darkness, staring at the approaching prey. A dangerous and undercurrent-filled contest is about to begin in this seemingly calm but murderous Beishan Park.

Xiao Chen tilted his head slightly, and with effort forced a seemingly light smile into the corners of his mouth. The smile did not reach his eyes, but only floated on the surface, like a thin layer of disguise.

He spread his hands as if he was relaxed, and said in a nonchalant voice: "A friend asked me to reminisce about the past. I value friendship the most, so how could I not go when a friend invites me?" His tone was so light, as if he was really going to an ordinary party.

"Yeah." Sophie responded casually, with a barely perceptible hint of perfunctoriness in her voice.

She lowered her head slightly, the corners of her mouth curled up imperceptibly, and a hint of understanding and disdain flashed in her eyes.

Reminiscing about the past? In her opinion, this excuse was as poor as a lie told by a three-year-old child.

When Xiao Chen answered the phone during the day, she heard the tense expression and vigilant eyes, as well as the provocative and murderous words coming from the phone. Did he think she was deaf? She knew in her heart that a fierce battle was inevitable. Xiao Chen was obviously hiding it from her and didn't want her to be involved in this danger.

As night slowly falls, Beishan Park, which is bustling and crowded with tourists during the day, now falls into deathly silence, as if an invisible hand had pressed the mute button.

The clear and melodious bird songs, children's laughter, and old people's conversations of the past have now disappeared without a trace. Only the occasional sound of the wind whimpers through the woods, like a elegy in the night, adding a bit of eerie and terrifying atmosphere.

The sound of the wind was like a ghost's whisper, echoing in the silent air, making people feel creepy.

Xiao Chen was driving the car, with the car body casting a long shadow under the dim street lights, and he slowly turned into the park parking lot.

The tires rolled over the bumpy gravel road in the parking lot, making a harsh sound. The sound was particularly abrupt in the silent night, as if it was the footsteps of the god of death, scaring away several night birds perched in the corner.

The night birds flapped their wings, cried out in fear, drew messy arcs in the night sky, and then disappeared into the depths of darkness.

After parking the car, Xiao Chen slowly pushed open the door, leaned against it, took out a cigarette from his pocket, and lit it skillfully.

The scarlet cigarette butt flickered in the darkness, and the flickering light illuminated his cold face, making his outline even deeper and more mysterious.

His eyes were deep and calm, like a deep pool, without showing any emotion fluctuations, but his slightly narrowed eyes revealed a sharp vigilance like an eagle.

"Pa pa pa!" At this moment, empty and abrupt applause suddenly rang out. The applause sounded particularly harsh in the silent night, as if it was the call of the god of death, breaking the silence of the night.

Yang Xiong walked slowly out from the shadow of the woods. His steps were steady and powerful, and every step seemed to be stepping on Xiao Chen's heart.

Behind him followed four men, like four moving hills, exuding a chilling aura.

The old man in the lead had white hair like frost, which sparkled silver in the night, as if it were the snow marks left by the years on his head.

The traces of time have carved deep wrinkles on his face, and each wrinkle seems to hide an unknown story.

Wrapped around his waist was a soft whip that gleamed with a cold luster under the faint moonlight, like a sleeping poisonous snake, ready to wake up at any time and deal a fatal blow to the enemy.

The other three were burly and strong, as tall as iron towers. Their muscles bulged under their clothes, as if they contained endless power.

The machete in his hand was shining with a cold light, flashing a chilling luster in the night. The blade was so sharp that it seemed that with a slight wave, it could cut off all obstacles in the world.

"Xiao Chen, you're really brave!" Yang Xiong held his hands in front of his chest, playing with the short blade in his sleeve. The short blade turned flexibly between his slender fingers, and the cold light reflected by the blade flowed in his eyes, like a cold flame. (End of this chapter)