My Ares Son-in-Law

As Yang Xiong spoke, he waved his hands wildly in the air, as if he had seen Xiao Chen's miserable appearance as he was being chased by the Yang family's strong men and was forced to flee everywhere in a miserable state. There was even a hint of gloating in his tone, as if this could reduce the fear in his heart a little.

After hearing what he said, Xiao Chen shook his head slightly, his eyes full of contempt and disdain, as if he was looking at a clown who was ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth.

"With this lineup, how dare you act so arrogant in front of me? How boring! I thought your Yang family had some big shot who could excite me, but this is the result."

He sighed slightly, his tone full of disappointment, like a person who opened a gift box with great expectations, only to find out that there were only some cheap gadgets inside.

He came to the ancient city this time to deal with the mysterious and powerful Prison Clan. He thought that the Yang family could provide some valuable clues or powerful assistance, but he didn't expect that the strongest of the Yang family was only at the Heavenly Man Realm. From the current point of view, there is a high probability that there is no trace of the Prison Clan. How could he not be disappointed?
"Don't be so bluffing, you must be scared, right?"

Seeing Xiao Chen's reaction, Yang Xiong sneered, and the mockery on his face became even stronger, as if he had seen through Xiao Chen's disguise.

"With the strong men of the Yang family, killing you is a piece of cake! I advise you to flee abroad and hide somewhere for the rest of your life. Otherwise, as long as you are still in this land, the revenge of the Yang family will haunt you like a shadow, making you restless day and night. Just wait for death!"

He became more and more excited as he spoke. He leaned forward, supporting himself with his hands, almost standing up. He looked like a mad beast, trying to scare Xiao Chen with his words.

After hearing this, Xiao Chen was stunned for a moment, then he burst into laughter. His laughter echoed in the quiet park, sounding particularly refreshing.

He laughed so hard that he fell backwards and clapped his hands on his knees, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.

"That's a good idea."

He finally stopped laughing and patted Yang Xiong on the shoulder. The action seemed casual, but it was full of dignity. "I am alone, without any worries. I can find a small country. With my ability, it would be nice to be a local emperor. Maybe I can live freely abroad, hug girls left and right, avoid these troubles, and live a fairy-like life."

As he spoke, a trace of longing flashed in his eyes, as if he had seen himself becoming the king in a foreign country, but he soon regained his calm appearance and looked at Yang Xiong with a teasing look in his eyes, "But do you think the Yang family can force me to that point?"

When Yang Xiong heard Xiao Chen's words which were tinged with ridicule and fantasy, he felt as if struck by lightning. His head exploded with a buzzing sound and he wished he could slap himself hard.

His face instantly turned red, then quickly turned pale, beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down his forehead, and the clothes on his back had already been soaked with cold sweat and stuck to his body, making him feel extremely uncomfortable.

He felt so regretful that his intestines almost turned green, as if countless ants were gnawing at his heart.

Why didn't I think of this? What I just said was like pointing out a clear way for Xiao Chen to escape.

Xiao Chen is alone and has no ties. If he really takes Sophie abroad, hides under a different name and appearance, and finds a remote country to hide in, then no matter how powerful the Yang family is, where can they find her?

This is like fishing for a needle in the vast ocean, which is simply a fantasy.

He grabbed his hair in annoyance, his knuckles turned white from exerting so much force, and he wished that time could go back so that he could take back what he had just said.

Xiao Chen put away the cheerful smile on his face, and his eyes instantly became cold and sharp, like two shining swords, staring straight into Yang Xiong's eyes, as if he wanted to see through his soul.

There was no warmth in his eyes, only endless murderous intent and determination, which made Yang Xiong shudder and shrink back involuntarily. "Yang Xiong, don't worry, I won't leave." Xiao Chen's voice was low and cold, as if it came from the depths of hell. Every word was like a heavy hammer, hitting Yang Xiong's heart hard, "Because you Yang family's ants are not worthy of me leaving the motherland that gave birth to me and raised me. This land is the place I swear to defend, how can you Yang family trample on it at will?"

Before he finished his words, Xiao Chen's eyes flashed like a flash of lightning across the night sky. He was quick-eyed and quick-handed, and grabbed Yang Xiong's neck in the blink of an eye.

His fingers were like iron clamps, tightly clasping Yang Xiong's throat, making Yang Xiong instantly have difficulty breathing. His face turned from white to purple, his eyes were wide open and bloodshot, and his hands were scratching in the air randomly, trying to break free from Xiao Chen's control, but it was in vain.

Xiao Chen's voice was as cold as ice, without a trace of emotion, as if it came from a thousand-year-old cold pond: "If there is a next life, I hope you can learn to respect life. Every life deserves to be revered, not trampled on like you do. However, you probably don't have this chance..."

"Crack!" The crisp sound of broken bones was particularly harsh in the silent night, like the call of the god of death.

Yang Xiong's head drooped and his body went limp. The light in his eyes slowly faded, leaving only endless emptiness and dead silence, as if life had been completely drained from his body.

Xiao Chen stood up, brushed off the non-existent dust on his hands, and glanced around.

Soon, he spotted a black Mercedes, emitting a cold light under the dim street lights.

He walked to Yang Xiong with steady steps and took out the car keys from him. The keys still had Yang Xiong's body temperature on them.

He opened the car door and moved the four bodies into the car one by one. His movements were clean and neat, without any hesitation.

He placed the bodies in the back seat and trunk, and tied them tightly with seat belts, as if he was packing pieces of cargo.

He placed each corpse neatly, as if showing a silent deterrence.

Then, Xiao Chen drove and arrived at the gate of Yang's house at lightning speed.

He parked the car steadily in the middle of the gate, as if an insurmountable fortress stood there.

Then, he pressed Yang Xiong's body on the horn, and the car began to emit a sharp and piercing whistle. The sound echoed in the silent night, as if it was the horn of death, announcing that the end of the Yang family was imminent.

After doing all this, Xiao Chen turned around and left without looking back.

His back appeared tall and upright under the street light, and his steps were firm and powerful, as if announcing to the Yang family: All this has just begun.

Back to Beishan Park, Xiao Chen came to his car.

He opened the car door, sat in, leaned back in the seat, closed his eyes slightly, and took a deep breath, as if he was adjusting his state.

After a moment, he glanced at the mountain in the distance, waved his hand and smiled. (End of this chapter)