My Ares Son-in-Law

Xiao Chen!

The name almost slipped out of his mouth; it was as if an invisible force was pushing Di Lang, making him unable to resist shouting it out.

But the next second, an overwhelming sense of absurdity and fear, like a surging tide, forcefully suppressed the thought.

His mind began to race, a jumble of thoughts swirling together.

impossible!
The powerful God of War King had been missing for several years. During this long period of time, countless people searched for his whereabouts, but to no avail. Everyone thought he was dead. How could he still be alive?

How could it possibly be here?
They must look alike!
Yes, they just look damn similar!
There are plenty of people in this world who look alike; this person just happens to resemble Xiao Chen in some ways.

However, he rejected the idea as soon as it came to mind.

If it's just a resemblance, what about the heavily armed and powerful guards outside?
Those were all elites carefully trained by Black Phoenix, each of them battle-hardened and whose strength should not be underestimated.

And then there are the hidden sentries, like ghosts, constantly guarding this place, and no movement can escape their eyes.

But now, this person can break in so easily, as if those guards and elites were made of paper?
What exactly is going on?

A surge of evil fire mixed with fear burned fiercely in his chest, causing his body to tremble involuntarily and fine beads of sweat to appear on his forehead.

Just as Di Lang was in shock, his mind racing with a whirlwind of thoughts, Xiao Chen strode in as if no one else was there.

His posture was as upright as a pine tree, his steps were steady and powerful, and every step carried an innate confidence and composure.

The gleaming leather shoes crunched on the messy floor, the sawdust, scraps of documents, and coffee stains making a subtle yet clear sound under his feet, "creak, creak." This sound echoed in the almost oppressively silent conference room, like the drumbeat of fate, each beat precisely striking the hearts of everyone present, making their heartbeats involuntarily quicken with the rhythm.

Xiao Chen walked straight toward Di Lang, whose face was deathly pale and who was frozen in place as if under a spell, without glancing to the side.

His gaze was calm and profound, as if the chilling aura of the Black Phoenix Supervisors around him, which was as real as a tangible killing intent, and the sinister, hostile gazes of the Black Eagle Society warriors, were nothing more than an insignificant breeze, unable to stir up the slightest ripple in his heart.

"Clap."

With that crisp sound, Xiao Chen casually slapped the hard-shell folder onto the only remaining, relatively intact piece of the desktop in front of Di Lang.

The movement seemed casual, yet it carried an irresistible air of authority.

At the same time, a black fountain pen with gold trim, which seemed to have flown in from some hidden corner, rolled precisely next to the folder as if controlled by an invisible hand.

The pen spun gently on the table a few times before finally coming to a stop. Its gleaming gold rim stood out starkly in the dimly lit conference room.

"Sign it."

Xiao Chen's voice was not loud, and even lacked inflection, as if he were stating something perfectly ordinary. However, these three simple words carried an unquestionable, seemingly self-evident tone of absolute command.

The tone was not one of negotiation or request, but rather a supreme pronouncement, like a decree from a god to mortals, which was irresistible and dared not be resisted.

Di Lang subconsciously lowered his head, his gaze slowly sweeping over the top of the open page of the folder.

The bold, large characters, like a red-hot iron, seared his retina with intense heat and a stinging sensation:
Equity Transfer Agreement

These words were like a bolt of lightning, instantly cleaving through the chaotic fog in Di Lang's heart. An absurd and unparalleled rage, like a surging tide, instantly washed away the last vestiges of doubt and surprise in his heart.

His body trembled uncontrollably, veins bulged on his face, and his eyes widened like copper bells, as if they were about to spit fire.

Is this kid crazy?!

A complete lunatic!
How dare they come here all alone, using such violent destruction and wanton intrusion, just to force him to sign an agreement... to seize the entire equity of the Nanlai Group?!
Nanlai Group was the culmination of Di Lang's years of hard work, the empire he had fought his way up in the cruel business world, and a symbol of his status and position.

What makes this kid so special?
Based on his seemingly arrogant but actually reckless behavior?
This was an outright humiliation, a blatant disregard for Di Lang, and a complete disregard for the Black Phoenix military supervisor and Black Eagle warriors present, treating them as nothing more than air!
His hands were clenched into fists, his nails digging deep into his palms, but he felt no pain. He had only one thought in his mind: I must not sign. Even if it means death, I cannot let this kid succeed!
"presumptuous!"

The emaciated, skeletal Black Phoenix Supervisor was the first to let out a sharp, piercing shout. The sound was like the mournful cry of a Black Phoenix from the deepest hell, filled with endless gloom and resentment. It suddenly exploded in the dilapidated conference room, making people's eardrums ache and their hearts tremble.

"Things that don't know whether to live or die!"

The red-faced supervisor was also furious. His hair and beard stood on end, each hair standing up like a steel needle, like a lion that had been thoroughly enraged.

His eyes were wide open in fury, burning with rage, as if he wanted to incinerate the arrogant man before him.

His body surged with energy, spreading outwards like a surging tide, causing the already dilapidated tables and chairs to vibrate and hum. Some lighter objects were even blown away by the energy, flying wildly in the air.

The two moved at almost the same moment!

Without uttering a single unnecessary word, he vanished from the spot like a ghost in a flash.

Their speed was so great that they left blurry afterimages in the air, making it impossible for anyone to catch their true trajectory.

The glossy black claws resembled deadly weapons from hell, exuding a sinister and terrifying aura; while the red sand palm, gleaming with metallic luster, was like a burning flame, containing overwhelming and terrifying power.

These two objects, accompanied by a piercing shriek that seemed to tear through the air, ruthlessly aimed at Xiao Chen's temples from the left and right, as if they intended to smash his head on the spot and turn it into a cloud of blood mist.

The wind was so strong that it created faint ripples visible to the naked eye, like a boulder being thrown into a calm lake, causing waves to spread.

This was clearly a kill trap. The two worked in perfect harmony, their attacks ruthless, leaving Xiao Chen no way out, determined to completely eliminate this arrogant scoundrel. (End of Chapter)