My Ares Son-in-Law

Yang Pan curled his lips nonchalantly, as if he was unaware of the coming storm.

He glanced at Yang Ping with a scornful smile on his face. "Dad, you are too worried. Don't we have the support of the Prison Clan behind our Yang family? You should know how powerful that person is. In our area, who dares to settle accounts with our Yang family? The ancestor is very strong, but compared to that person, humph, he is nothing in front of him!"

As he spoke, he slapped his thigh fiercely, his eyes flashing with resentment, "Right! Dad, why don't we go there ourselves to ask that guy to come out of retirement! Look, that guy is so arrogant that he made you kneel down in front of so many people. Can you really swallow this? When have you ever suffered such humiliation!"

After hearing what Yang Pan said, Yang Ping fell into deep thought.

His brows were tightly furrowed into the shape of a "川" character, and his fists were unconsciously clenched tightly. The veins on the back of his hands bulged out like ferocious little snakes.

The rage in his heart was like a raging fire, burning more and more fiercely, almost devouring his sanity.

As soon as he closed his eyes, Xiao Chen's tall and stern figure would appear clearly in front of him. His cold eyes and fierce aura were like sharp blades, piercing straight into his heart.

He never thought that Xiao Chen would be that strong.

I originally thought that with the power of the Yang family and the reputation of the ancestor, it would be easy to deal with a young boy.

But unexpectedly, he hit a wall this time. Not only was the ancestor seriously injured, but he also made a fool of himself in public and lost face in front of everyone in the family.

If he had known that things would come to this, he would never have become an enemy of that boy.

Now, everyone in the family is in panic, and there are countless eyes outside watching, wanting to make fun of the Yang family. It’s really depressing.

After a long time, Yang Ping's eyes suddenly became fierce, as if he had made some kind of decision.

He gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words: "Okay, tomorrow, we will take a plane to the mountains and find the guy who did it! I want this guy dead!"

His voice was low and full of murderous intent, and every word sounded like a curse from hell.

When Yang Pan heard this, a hint of excitement and ruthlessness flashed in his eyes.

He was so excited that his whole body was shaking, and he kept rubbing his hands together, as if he had already seen the miserable scene of Xiao Chen being stepped on by him.

"Dad, I'm going to chop off this guy's hands and feet with my own hands! Damn it, does he really think I'm afraid of him? I want him to know what happens if he offends our Yang family!"

He said through gritted teeth, his face twisted like a devil.

Suddenly, a cunning smile appeared on his face again, and his eyes flashed with greed. "And that Yun Yuyan! I will fuck her to death when the time comes! Dad, let's play with this woman together. I really can't find a better figure than this woman in the ancient city! It must be fun to fuck her!"

As he spoke, he gestured with his hands, as if Yun Yuyan had become fish on his chopping board, ready for him to slaughter.

Yang Ping narrowed his eyes slightly, and in those narrow slits, a greedy look flickered like a ghostly fire.

In his mind, Yun Yuyan's graceful figure and delicate face emerged uncontrollably.

Her every frown and smile were like hooks, making him itch.

As if he had already seen the scene of himself holding Yun Yuyan in his arms and playing with her wantonly, the corners of his mouth unconsciously raised up, revealing an obscene smile.

Yang Pan on the side was immersed in his own fantasy. He seemed to have seen Xiao Chen being stepped on by him, wailing in pain, while Yun Yuyan was crying and begging for mercy under him.

He was so excited that his face flushed, and he waved his hands constantly, muttering to himself: "When the time comes, I will tie this woman up and torture her, so that she will know the consequences of offending me!" Just as the father and son were immersed in this unbearable fantasy, as if they had already won, a bone-chilling voice suddenly came from behind them, like the voice of judgment from the Netherworld: "How dare you touch my woman, Xiao Chen?"

The sound was like a thunderclap, booming in the ears of the Yang family father and son.

Their laughter stopped abruptly, as if someone had strangled them.

His body turned slowly and stiffly, as if under a spell of immobilization.

When they saw Xiao Chen's familiar face, their faces instantly turned as pale as paper, without a trace of blood, like two corpses with their souls sucked out.

Xiao Chen walked calmly and steadily to the sofa opposite them and sat down.

His movements were graceful and calm, as if this was his own home, not the Yang family's territory.

His eyes were calm and deep, like a deep cold pond, making it impossible to see what was in his mind.

Yang Ping and Yang Pan looked at him in horror, their bodies shaking uncontrollably and their teeth chattering.

Yang Ping's voice was trembling violently, like a leaf in the wind: "You...how did you get in..."

His eyes were filled with fear and confusion. He couldn't understand how Xiao Chen had entered the Yang family's old house without anyone noticing.

Xiao Chen ignored their questions, but slowly picked up the tea set and started making tea.

His fingers were slender and flexible, dancing lightly among the tea sets as if playing a beautiful piece of music.

He put the brewed tea to his nose and sniffed it. The faint tea fragrance lingered around his nose, making a hint of enjoyment flash in his eyes.

Then, he took a sip of tea. His leisurely and contented look formed a sharp contrast with the panic of the Yang father and son.

"The moonlight in southern Yunnan is white. This collection of Master Yang is quite interesting." Xiao Chen leaned lazily on the carved sandalwood chair, his body slightly leaning back, like a lazy cheetah.

His fingertips tapped lightly on the ebony tea table, making a crisp and rhythmic sound, and the surging tea in the gilded teacup reflected the chilling look in his eyes.

As the tea mist rose, the candlelight cast a shadow on his angular face, making him look even more mysterious and cold.

The faces of the Yang family father and son were distorted in the mist of tea, like two pale masks soaked in fear.

Their eyes were full of despair and helplessness, like two lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

The light from the crystal chandelier fell on his bony fingers, emitting a cold glow, like a sharp blade ready to be unsheathed at any time.

The light stung the eyes of the Yang family father and son, making them feel more deeply the powerful aura and fierce murderous intent emanating from Xiao Chen.

Yang Ping felt his legs go weak and he could hardly stand.

He suppressed his fear and mustered up the courage to say, "Xiao Chen, don't be so arrogant. Our Yang family has the support of the Prison Clan!" (End of this chapter)