My Ares Son-in-Law

The hotel manager stood up suddenly, and his movement was so large that the delicate bone china plates in front of him flew away.

The jade cufflinks collided violently with the bone china plate, making a crisp and harsh sound. The sound was like a sharp blade cutting through glass, exploding in the dead silence, making everyone present tremble in their hearts.

The eyeballs behind his gold-rimmed glasses almost popped out of their sockets, filled with anger and contempt.

The purple blood vessels on the neck were like coiled earthworms, protruding one by one and looking like they would burst at any time.

His hands were clenched tightly into fists, his knuckles turned white from the force, and his body was trembling slightly. It was obvious that he was completely enraged by Xiao Chen's actions.

"Young Master Yang's grandfather, Yang Hailong, broke the thousand-year-old black iron lock of Longhu Mountain with his bare hands last year. Your worthless life..."

The manager deliberately prolonged the last syllable of the sentence, and the sound was drawn out, as if deliberately emphasizing Xiao Chen's insignificance and unbearableness.

As he spoke, he crushed the broken porcelain on the carpet with the tip of his leather shoe.

The broken porcelain made a "crunching" sound under his feet, as if it was the sad song of Xiao Chen's fate.

His eyes were full of ridicule and disdain, as if Xiao Chen was just an ant that could be stepped on to death at will.

The sneers from all around came like a tide. The guests, who had originally been there to watch the fun, now laughed even more unscrupulously.

Someone pointed the camera of his mobile phone at Xiao Chen's canvas shoes, which had been washed so much that they looked bleached. The camera lens flashed with a cold light, as if it were a sharp sword, trying to pierce through Xiao Chen's dignity completely.

As the flash lights flickered, the mocking whispers turned into a tangible pressure that made Xiao Chen feel a little breathless.

Those whispers were like mosquitoes and flies, buzzing in his ears, making him feel extremely annoyed and angry.

Yang Pan tore open the mother-of-pearl buttons with the pleasure of a wild beast tearing its prey, as if he had already regarded Xiao Chen as his prey.

The wolf head tattoo on his chest bared its fangs and claws as his chest heaved violently, as if it would pounce out of his body at any time and tear Xiao Chen into pieces.

He deliberately threw the tie on Yun Yuyan's face. The silk tie was like a poisonous snake, brushing against her trembling eyelashes.

Yun Yuyan only felt a sharp pain, her body trembled involuntarily, and her eyes were filled with fear and despair.

"In the ancient city, my words are the law!"

Yang Pan's voice was full of arrogance and arrogance, as if he was the master of this ancient city.

Before he could finish his words, two bodyguards approached like ghosts.

Their movements are light and agile, like ghosts in the night, making them hard to guard against.

The telescopic stick drew a black shadow in the air like a venomous snake spitting out its tongue. The black shadow carried a fierce momentum, as if it wanted to completely devour Xiao Chen.

The dark patterns wrapped around the stick suddenly emitted a faint blue light. They were the "Soul-Devouring Patterns" tempered with the essence and blood of ancient warriors. Once they touched the skin and flesh, they could absorb up to 30% of the strength.

The dark blue light flashed with an eerie aura that made people shudder.

Yun Yuyan's nails almost dug into the flesh of her palms. Her hands were clenched into fists, and her body was trembling slightly due to nervousness.

The blood beads seeping out from the black lace gloves meandered down along the diamond bracelet on the wrist. The blood beads were like red silk threads, flashing strange light under the light.

She remembered the strange warmth that came from Xiao Chen's palm in the car half an hour ago.

At that time, Xiao Chen held her hand tightly, giving her a kind of warmth and strength, making her feel extremely at ease.

However, at this moment, she felt that the temperature was as distant as another world, as if Xiao Chen was about to fall into an abyss from which there was no escape, and she was powerless to do anything.

Her eyes were full of worry and fear, and she stared at Xiao Chen closely, fearing that he would be hurt in any way.

"Yang Pan!" Yun Yuyan was extremely anxious, her voice trembling and crying.

She stumbled forward, her steps hurried and hasty, and the heels of her exquisite high heels got stuck in the intricate patterns of the Persian carpet, almost causing her to fall to the ground.

She didn't care about these things and was just trying to stop Yang Pan from committing violence against Xiao Chen.

When she finally managed to steady herself and reached out to take the wine glass handed to her by the person next to her, her hands were shaking so badly that the wine splashed out and splashed onto her white collarbone.

The wine slowly slid down her skin like cold tear marks, but she was unaware of it. Her eyes were fixed on Yang Pan and Xiao Chen, her heart full of worry and anxiety.

"It was just a joke, but you took it too far!"

Yun Yuyan raised her voice, trying to bring Yang Pan back to his senses.

There was a hint of pleading in her voice, as if she was begging Yang Pan to let Xiao Chen go.

However, Yang Pan turned a deaf ear to it. His face was full of ferocity and madness, like an enraged beast.

"Begging for mercy now? It's too late!"

Yang Pan roared, and the sound echoed in the banquet hall like thunder.

His iron-like fingers pinched Yun Yuyan's jaw so hard that she could hardly breathe.

Yun Yuyan only felt a sharp pain and could even clearly hear the sound of her teeth colliding.

Her eyes were filled with fear and despair, and her hands weakly grasped Yang Pan's arms, trying to break free from his restraints.

At this critical moment, the air suddenly twisted into spider-web-like ripples.

The ripples were like dreamy ripples, spreading in the air in a strange way.

Xiao Chen's figure appeared between the two of them like a ghost. His movements were as fast as lightning, leaving the other party no time to react.

There was only a crisp "pa" sound, and the moment the slap sounded, time seemed to be stretched.

Everyone stared with wide eyes at this incredible scene.

Yang Pan flew backwards in a parabola, his body drew an arc in the air, and then heavily smashed the Song Dynasty Jun kiln vase worth millions behind him.

The vase instantly shattered into countless pieces of porcelain, flying everywhere like snowflakes.

As porcelain pieces flew everywhere, the cuffs of Yang Pan's custom-made suit split open, revealing the Chen family's hidden pattern embroidered on the inside.

That dark pattern was originally a symbol of the Yang family's status, but now it looks particularly embarrassing.

He fell to the ground, letting out a scream of pain, his face full of shock and disbelief.

"The warrior's legacy is not for you to use to bully the weak."

Xiao Chen's voice was cold and majestic, as if it came from the sky.

A faint green light rose from his body, and that green light was like a mysterious flame, jumping and flickering around his body.

Where the cuffs fell, the dark golden "dragon spine pattern" on the forearm flickered with his breathing. The pattern seemed like a sleeping dragon that could wake up at any time and release its destructive power.

Xiao Chen flicked his finger toward the wine glass, his movements graceful and casual.

The amber liquor suddenly condensed into dozens of ice cones, which were like sharp arrows, emitting a cold breath. (End of this chapter)