My Ares Son-in-Law

Although Yang Ping's voice was loud, it was trembling a little, and he was obviously bluffing.

Hearing this, Xiao Chen raised his lips slightly, revealing a disdainful smile: "The Prison Clan? In my eyes, they are just a bunch of rabble. Today, I am here to settle the grudge between your Yang family and me. No one can save you."

His voice was cold and firm, like the sentence of death.

After hearing what Xiao Chen said, Yang Pan was shocked and angry.

He widened his eyes and said viciously: "Xiao Chen, don't think you are so powerful. When the people from the Prison Clan come, you won't even know how you died!"

Xiao Chen's eyes turned cold, and he shot a ray of cold light at Yang Pan: "Shut up!"

He waved his hand lightly, and a powerful force instantly attacked Yang Pan.

Yang Pan only felt a force like an overwhelming force rushing towards him. Before he could react, he was knocked away by this force, fell heavily to the ground, and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

Yang Ping was so frightened when he saw this that his face turned even paler.

He knelt on the ground with a plop and kowtowed to Xiao Chen repeatedly: "Mr. Xiao, please forgive us. We know we were wrong and we will never do it again!"

His forehead hit the ground heavily, making a "dong dong" sound. Soon the skin was broken and blood flowed down his cheek.

Xiao Chen looked at Yang Ping kneeling on the ground, his eyes devoid of any pity: "You know you are wrong now? It's too late! Your Yang family has done so many evil things, you should have been punished long ago."

At this time, the rain outside the window was getting heavier and heavier. The raindrops hit the window, making a crackling sound, as if God was cheering for the upcoming bloody reckoning.

The old house of the Yang family was filled with the smell of death. At this moment, the fate of the Yang family father and son was already determined.

Yang Ping adjusted the gold-rimmed glasses on his nose, and the delicate frame gleamed with a cold luster under the light.

However, the pupils behind the lenses contracted violently, like two frightened little animals, full of fear and anxiety.

The Adam's apple rolled up and down uncontrollably, making a dry and rapid sound, like a fish struggling in a dry riverbed.

"You...what on earth are you going to do...I...I already knelt down before you during the day! What else do you want from us!"

His voice was tearful and trembling violently, completely lacking the majesty he used to have in the past when he could call the shots in Jiangcheng.

The back of his expensive suit was pressed tightly against the leather sofa, as if it was his only support at the moment.

Cold sweat rolled down his forehead like beads that had broken off a string, leaving large dark marks on the custom-made Italian fabric, like the spreading shadow of death, devouring his sanity bit by bit.

As a powerful figure in Jiangcheng, he could frighten people with just a glance, and stir up the business situation in Jiangcheng with just a single order.

But at this moment, his legs couldn't stop trembling slightly, it was a fear that penetrated deep into his bones.

He felt as if his soul was frozen by Xiao Chen's cold eyes, every cell was trembling, and every nerve was screaming.

Yang Pan suddenly fell to the ground with a thump, and his knees hit the white marble floor tiles heavily, making a dull sound.

The clear sound echoed in the silent hall like a death knell.

He was in tears and his face was full of servility. The arrogant look he had just had was long gone, leaving only the begging of a dying man.

"Brother Xiao, Grandpa Xiao... I beg you to let me go. The matter with Yun Yuyan just now was brought up by my father and has nothing to do with me! Just let me go! I am willing to work like a slave for you!" He cried and kept crawling forward, his hands leaving long bloody marks on the floor tiles.

It looked like a wild dog being chased by a hunter, just to grasp that glimmer of hope of survival.

The bloodstain on his forehead caused by the floor tiles was particularly glaring on his pale face, as if it was a mark of shame engraved by fate on his face.

"Evil son!" Yang Ping looked at his son's cowardly appearance, his veins bulging with anger, his palm suspended in the air, as if he wanted to slap him hard.

However, in the end, the hand fell down weakly.

He knew very well that this was not the time to teach his son a lesson, as both their lives were hanging by a thread.

He staggered and grasped the carved handrail, trying to calm himself.

Suddenly, he straightened his back, his eyes flashing with a fierce light like a trapped beast, as if he was making a final struggle: "I don't care who you are, or where you come from, I tell you, there is a hidden strongman behind my Yang family! If you dare to kill us, the whole world will not let you go!"

Although his voice sounded fierce and bluffing, the trembling ending still exposed his inner panic.

The portrait of the Yang family's ancestor hanging on the wall seemed to be mocking his embarrassment.

Those ancestors were once influential figures and laid the foundation for the Yang family.

But now, his descendant is so cowardly that he kowtows in front of the enemy and even tries to scare the other side with the illusory hidden strong man.

Xiao Chen sat there quietly, his eyes cold and calm, as if he was watching a funny farce.

He looked at Yang Ping's cowardly appearance, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a disdainful smile: "A hidden strongman? In my eyes, it's just a joke. Your Yang family has committed many evil deeds, and you should have paid the price for your actions long ago."

After hearing what Xiao Chen said, Yang Ping felt a chill running from the soles of his feet to his forehead.

His legs went weak and he almost collapsed to the ground.

He looked at Xiao Chen desperately, his heart filled with regret and fear.

He regretted that he should not have provoked Xiao Chen in the first place, and regretted even more that he did not properly discipline his son, causing the Yang family to fall into the current irretrievable situation.

Outside the window, the rain was getting heavier and heavier. The big raindrops hit the window, making a crackling sound, as if God was cheering for the upcoming bloody reckoning.

The old house of the Yang family was filled with the smell of death. At this moment, the fate of the Yang family father and son was already determined.

Xiao Chen sat upright on a carved wooden chair, his posture upright and elegant, like an unshakable iceberg.

His slender fingers gently stroked the edge of the teacup, and the metal tea tray rubbed against the porcelain surface, making a subtle but harsh sound, just like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue, with a creepy and dangerous aura.

"What do you mean by a powerful hidden master? Are you talking about the old man who has been in seclusion in Zhongnan Mountain for ten years?" Xiao Chen's tone was nonchalant, as if he was just talking about an insignificant matter.

However, these seemingly casual words were like a heavy hammer, hitting Yang Ping's heart hard, making him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, and all the blood in his body seemed to be frozen.

This secret is the Yang family's biggest trump card, and also an important basis for the Yang family to gain a foothold in the martial arts world. (End of this chapter)