My Ares Son-in-Law

Meanwhile, Cole, who had been secretly observing from the sidelines, had a fierce glint in his eyes, like a cold lightning bolt piercing the darkness.

He gave a barely perceptible nod to the muscular, imposing martial artist beside him; the movement was so subtle that it would be difficult to notice without careful observation.

The martial artist reacted extremely quickly, as if he were telepathically connected with Cole. A fierce glint flashed in his eyes, and his right hand reached for his waist like lightning.

There, a uniquely shaped pulse pistol, gleaming with a ghostly blue energy, was prominently displayed.

This gun was clearly no ordinary weapon; its eerie blue light seemed to contain boundless destructive power, inspiring awe and fear.

Without hesitation, the martial artist instantly raised the muzzle of his gun, accurately targeting Xiao Chen's unsuspecting back.

His eyes were filled with cruelty and determination, as if he could already see Xiao Chen's body being pierced by energy and his flesh and blood flying everywhere after being hit by the pulse pistol.

His finger slammed into the trigger, and he roared inwardly, "Die!"

The voice echoed in my heart, carrying endless killing intent and madness.

In the blink of an eye, the atmosphere in the entire conference room had become extremely tense, like a taut string that could snap at any moment.

The air seemed to freeze, every movement carrying a suffocating sense of oppression. Time itself seemed to stand still, waiting for the impending fatal blow to break the deadlock.

Xiao Chen didn't even glance back at the gun barrel that was locked onto his back, radiating a chilling aura of death.

His right hand, which had been casually tucked into his trouser pocket, finally made a move.

However, the action was not the expected counterattack with a gun or the raising of a hand to block, but rather an extremely natural reach towards the gold-rimmed fountain pen lying quietly on the table.

His movements were light and fluid, without the slightest hesitation. Every subtle joint rotation and every muscle contraction was just right, as if he had rehearsed this scene countless times.

His demeanor was as elegant as a business tycoon calmly signing a multi-billion dollar contract in a luxurious banquet hall, completely disregarding the life-or-death crisis before him.

Just a fraction of a second before the bodyguard's finger was about to fully pull the trigger, and the bullet was about to whistle out like the Grim Reaper's scythe!
This fraction of a second is as fleeting as a shooting star streaking across the night sky, so brief that one doesn't even have time to blink, yet it is enough to determine a person's life or death.

Xiao Chen flicked his wrist, which was holding the pen, behind him with a movement so subtle it was almost imperceptible to the naked eye, as if brushing away a speck of dust from his shoulder.

The movement seemed casual, but it actually contained endless mystery and power, as if he was holding not a pen, but a peerless divine weapon that could control life and death.

"Whoosh... Pfft!"

A faint yet extremely sharp sound of something cutting through the air, like a bolt of lightning suddenly flashing across the night sky, brief yet enough to shake one's soul.

The sound was sharp and piercing, like the whisper of death in one's ear, sending chills down one's spine.

The heavy, gold-rimmed fountain pen, with a flick of Xiao Chen's wrist, instantly transformed into a deadly black streak. Its speed surpassed the limits of human visual perception, as if it were a bolt of lightning itself, leaving a faint afterimage in the air, making its trajectory impossible to discern.

Before anyone could react, it had pierced the Black Hawk Society warrior's forehead with unparalleled precision and overwhelming force.

The sharp alloy pen tip, like a razor-sharp dagger, pierced through the martial artist's seemingly hard skull without any resistance, exiting from the back of his head and bringing with it a spray of blood.

Before the force had subsided, a muffled "thud" resounded as it pierced deeply into the expensive marble-clad wall behind it, as if it were about to tear the wall apart as well.

The pen was still trembling, as if telling the story of the breathtaking blow that had just occurred.

A drop of thick, scarlet blood slid slowly down the gleaming pen tip, leaving a glaring red line on the snow-white wall.

That red line, like a winding venomous snake, or a demonic claw reaching out from hell, was a horrifying sight.

It is like a blood-red plum blossom that blooms in a desperate situation, both beautiful and cruel, standing out against the white wall, and also making people feel particularly cold.

The bodyguard's sinister grin hadn't even completely solidified yet; the twisted corners of his mouth still held a last trace of smugness and arrogance, as if announcing to the world his "glorious victory" that was about to be achieved.

However, the next second, the fierce light in his eyes was instantly replaced by boundless astonishment and deathly silence. His pupils, which had originally been flashing with cruel light, were now wide open, as if he had seen the most unbelievable and terrifying sight in the world.

His tall, strong body swayed, like a withered tree about to fall in a gale, or like a puppet whose strength had been drained, losing control of itself.

Then, he fell straight backward with a thud, his heavy body crashing onto the carpet with a dull thud, like the tolling of death's bell echoing in the silent conference room, making everyone's heart tremble.

The blood hole between his eyebrows, like a deep black hole, gushed out warm liquid. The bright red color spread rapidly across the carpet, like an evil flower blooming in hell, exuding a nauseating bloody stench.

one move!
Just one move!
It can't even be considered a formal move!
With a casual flick of his pen, Xiao Chen killed a renowned and powerful martial artist and bodyguard in the Black Hawk Society, his life extinguished like a candle in the wind.

This unbelievable, bloody, and cruel scene caused the two Black Phoenix Supervisors, who had been pouncing on Xiao Chen like tigers descending a mountain, to freeze in their tracks!
Their steps came to an abrupt halt in mid-air, as if time had frozen at that moment.

The red-faced old man's eyes blazed with even more ferocious fury, the flames burning fiercely as if to devour the entire world. His eyebrows stood on end, the muscles on his face twisted and deformed with rage, and he let out a low roar, like a wounded beast uttering its final howl.

The gaunt old man's eyes flashed with surprise and suspicion, revealing a hint of vigilance and unease. He narrowed his eyes slightly, carefully examining Xiao Chen, trying to find the secret behind this astonishing attack.

But the arrow was already on the bowstring, and it had to be released!

As the Black Phoenix Supervisors, how could they back down in front of everyone?
If we give up now, how will we maintain our standing in the martial arts world in the future?

The menacing glint in their eyes intensified, their gazes like tangible blades, as if they wanted to tear Xiao Chen to pieces.

Their offensive showed no sign of stopping; the withered claws and crimson sand palms, like two unsheathed blades, tore through the air with a sharp whistling sound… (End of Chapter)