My Ares Son-in-Law

Yang Ping was wearing a navy blue suit, the color was deep and depressing, as if it reflected his mood at the moment.

The family crest on the suit glowed coldly under the light, and the delicate patterns were like mysterious runes, as if it was a symbol of the Yang family's majesty and power.

When his eyes swept over his son's face, which was swollen like a steamed bun, the muscles at the corners of his mouth twitched violently, and the anger rising in his eyes was like a volcano about to erupt, almost igniting the entire banquet hall.

The rage was mixed with anger, heartache and unwillingness, as if it wanted to burn everything in front of it to ashes.

The old man with a hunched back behind him looked old and weak, and walked with difficulty, but when he passed by the wine table, he showed amazing agility.

A champagne glass fell from the table for some reason, clearly half a meter away from him, but he reacted instantly and avoided the falling glass silently.

The movement was light and natural, as if he had already anticipated the trajectory of the cup's fall.

This agility formed a sharp contrast with his old appearance, which made people shudder, as if he was a ferocious beast hiding in the dark, which might reveal its sharp fangs at any time.

Yang Pan was originally standing aside with a look of resentment and a bit of fear on his face. When he saw the familiar figure of his father Yang Ping appear at the door of the banquet hall, he seemed to see his savior coming.

His eyes lit up instantly, and his drooping shoulders straightened up at once, and he immediately rushed forward like a frightened little animal.

As he ran, tears and snot flowed uncontrollably, and he looked terrible.

After rushing to Yang Ping, he hugged his father's arm and began to cry: "Dad, it's this guy. He was so arrogant just now, threatening to kill me and destroy my Yang family! The two bodyguards you arranged for me looked very powerful, but they were beaten down by him in a few strokes. Now they are still lying on the ground... Oh, and he not only slapped me in the face, which still hurts, but he even said arrogantly that he would make you kneel down... Dad, you must make the decision for me! If you don't deal with him, where will our Yang family's face be!"

He cried so miserably that his snot was all over Yang Ping's sleeves, but he didn't care at all. He only wanted his father to vent his anger for him.

Yang Ping frowned, suppressed his impatience, and glanced at his son.

It didn't matter what he saw. His eyes widened immediately, and he found that his son's whole face was swollen like a big steamed bun. His originally handsome face had become unrecognizable, with blue and purple patches, it was simply horrible.

This time, his face turned completely blue, and the veins on his forehead were bulging, as if they would burst at any time.

Although the guests at this banquet were not the top figures in the ancient city, those who attended were all well-known entrepreneurs in the ancient city.

These people are usually powerful figures in the business world. If this incident gets out, won't his Yang family become the biggest joke in the ancient city? How can they hold their heads up in the business world in the future?
When he thought of this, Yang Ping's anger began to rise.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself, then scanned the banquet hall with a sharp gaze, and finally directed his gaze, like an ice-hardened knife, directly at Xiao Chen who was slowly deboning a fish.

The voice seemed to come from an ice cellar. Every word was filled with unquestionable pressure, like a sharp dagger stabbing straight at Xiao Chen: "Those who commit suicide will have their bodies intact."

As soon as he finished speaking, a wave of gasps was heard in the banquet hall.

Everyone looked at each other, their eyes filled with fear and shock, as if they had seen something incredible.

Yun Yuyan felt her temples throbbing, as if her heart was about to jump out of her chest. She clutched the tablecloth tightly, her knuckles turning white from excessive force, and her palms were covered in cold sweat.

She stared at Xiao Chen nervously, afraid that he would do something impulsive.

However, Xiao Chen seemed not to have heard Yang Ping's words and continued to pick the fish bones slowly.

After removing the fish bones, he picked up a piece of golden and crispy Longjing shrimp and shook it in front of her with a relaxed smile on his face, which was out of tune with the tense atmosphere around them: "Try this, the shrimp is wrapped in the fragrance of tea leaves, it's more authentic than what I had in Tianhai."

His voice was calm and natural, as if he was not in a dangerous banquet hall at the moment, but in a warm restaurant, enjoying delicious food with good friends.

The hotel manager's hand holding the red wine glass began to tremble violently, as if the glass weighed a thousand pounds.

The wine in the glass drew winding tracks along the wall of the glass as he trembled. The amplitude of the wine shaking became larger and larger, just like his chaotic thoughts at the moment, which could not be calmed down at all.

The lively atmosphere in the banquet hall had long since disappeared, replaced by an oppressive silence and whispers that were as slithering as venomous snakes.

Malicious speculations, like cold venom, came out of the guests' mouths and into everyone's ears: "Is he scared silly?" "This country bumpkin just wants to eat a few more bites before he dies."

These words were like an invisible whip, lashing the already extremely tense air again and again, making the atmosphere in the entire banquet hall even more weird and terrifying.

Yang Ping stood aside, his face so gloomy that it seemed as if water could drip out of it.

As he listened to these harsh words and looked at the chaotic situation before him, the anger in his heart was like a volcano about to erupt and he could no longer suppress it.

His patience finally reached its limit, and he waved his hands fiercely, with a gesture of determination and ruthlessness.

In an instant, twelve black shadows rushed towards Xiao Chen from all directions like arrows.

Their speed was astonishingly fast, leaving only a trail of black afterimages, as if they were ghosts from hell, carrying the breath of death.

Yun Yuyan was originally watching the development of the situation nervously. When she saw this scene, her scream was instantly stuck in her throat, as if it was being strangled by an invisible hand.

Her eyes widened in horror, filled with despair and worry. Her hands clenched unconsciously, her nails digging deeply into her palms, but she felt no pain at all.

Just when everyone thought that Xiao Chen was about to be overwhelmed by the twelve bodyguards, Xiao Chen calmly put down the chopsticks in his hand.

His movements were calm and graceful, as if all the dangers around him had nothing to do with him.

Then, he gently turned his wrist, like a nimble dragon, drawing a graceful arc in the air.

The bodyguard who took the lead had a ferocious smile on his face, raised his weapon high, and chopped at Xiao Chen fiercely. (End of this chapter)