My Ares Son-in-Law

"A place I really like."

There are ancient city walls there, witnessing the vicissitudes of time;
There are quiet streets and alleys, filled with the warmth of everyday life;

There are warm-hearted villagers whose smiles are like the spring sunshine, warm and radiant.

Dragon Kingdom is my country.

My home.

Every blade of grass, every tree, every brick and tile here is connected to my bloodline and is an indispensable part of my life.

The coin between his fingers stopped spinning and was held firmly at his fingertips, like a bullet about to be fired, poised to go.

"I will not allow anyone to disrupt the peace under my roof, nor will I allow any foreign wolves to covet and trample on an inch of my Dragon Kingdom's land!"

This land is where our ancestors lived for generations, and it is the home we protected with our blood and sweat.

Anyone who attempts to violate it will pay a heavy price!
As he said this, a sharp killing intent flashed in Xiao Chen's eyes, causing everyone present to shiver.

"die!"

Xiao Chen uttered the word coldly, his voice seemingly coming from the deepest hell, carrying an undeniable resolve and icy chill. Instantly, the air in the entire conference room froze, as if time itself had stopped flowing at that moment.

"Whoosh...!"

Immediately afterwards, an extremely sharp whistling sound suddenly rang out, like the sound of death wielding its scythe and tearing through the sky, sending chills down one's spine.

The tiny coin seemed to be imbued with life and boundless power in Xiao Chen's fingertips, transforming into a golden streak of light that tore through the air, invisible to the naked eye.

It was like a bullet fired from a gun, carrying Xiao Chen's anger and determination, shooting towards White with lightning speed.

puff!

A soft sound, like a hot knife cutting into solidified butter, struck everyone's heart like a heavy hammer.

This sound is the proclamation of death, the prelude to the passing of life.

White's pleading stopped abruptly, as if someone had suddenly grabbed his throat.

His body jolted violently, as if struck by a tremendous force.

He looked down at his chest in disbelief, his eyes filled with terror and despair.

A coin-sized hole appeared right in front of his heart, and blood gushed out like squeezed paint, forming two shocking jets of blood.

The blood was so bright red it was glaring, so terrifying it sent chills down your spine, as if it were the final burst of life.

The coin continued its trajectory, leaving a trail of glaring blood, its residual force astonishing.

It streaked across the air like a shooting star, making a whooshing sound, and finally, with a muffled thud, it embedded itself deeply into the hard marble wall behind White.

Only a small, smooth-edged hole with a seemingly bottomless depth and a spiderweb-like network of cracks around it remained, as if telling the story of the powerful force of the attack.

The marble wall, normally incredibly hard, now appeared so fragile under the impact of the coin.

White's body swayed, like a flickering candle in the wind. His gaze quickly became unfocused, his once bright eyes turning dull and lifeless, like rotten mud stripped of all its bones, as he slumped limply into the pool of blood that had flowed from him.

His legs stretched out limply, and his hands hung limply at his sides. Blood spread beneath him, forming a shocking lake of blood.

Xiao Chen remained indifferent, as if he had merely brushed away a speck of dust, his eyes showing no pity or emotion whatsoever.

His gaze slowly swept across the conference table, as if he were examining the battlefield that had just witnessed a bloody massacre.

Suddenly, his gaze fell on a satellite phone with a shattered screen and bloodstains next to Cole's body.

The phone lay there quietly, like a silent witness, having seen everything that had just happened.

He strode forward, each step steady and powerful, as if stepping on the enemy's heart.

He bent down and picked up the satellite phone, his fingers gently touching the broken screen and the blood-stained casing, as if sensing the traces left by the enemy.

He casually brushed away the bloodstains and dust from the surface, his movements light and unassuming, yet carrying an undeniable air of authority.

Then, he put the phone in his pocket. The cold metal casing sent a chill through his clothes, making him frown slightly.

He knew in his heart that those who coveted the ancient city were definitely not just these few small fry in front of him.

This phone is like a clue, a key that can uncover a larger conspiracy.

We'll hand it over to the War God Alliance or the Yama Palace later. With their powerful intelligence network and reconnaissance capabilities, they might be able to dig out even deeper holes and wipe out those hidden enemies in one fell swoop.

Thinking of this, a sharp glint flashed in Xiao Chen's eyes, as if he could already see the day when the enemy would be completely annihilated.

After doing all this, Xiao Chen stood quietly in place, like an unshakable mountain, exuding a chilling aura.

After a long while, he slowly turned around. His movements were unhurried, yet they carried an invisible sense of oppression, making the surrounding air seem to freeze.

His gaze was like two cold searchlights, sharp and deep, piercing through the dimly lit conference room.

Finally, the gaze settled steadily on Di Lang, who was almost curled up in a ball in the corner, and Zhao Kui, the only remaining Black Phoenix expert with one arm.

Those eyes seemed to pierce through their bodies, reaching the depths of their souls, leaving them nowhere to hide.

Enveloped by that deathly gaze, Zhao Kui and Di Lang felt as if they had been thrown into an ice cave, their blood instantly freezing, every cell screaming for danger!

Their bodies trembled uncontrollably, and their teeth chattered as if they would shatter at any moment.

They stared wide-eyed at Xiao Chen, their eyes filled with despair and helplessness.

They witnessed the whole thing!

From the gushing blood when Zhao Kui lost his arm to the sudden gunshot that followed, it was as if the death knell was tolling.
From the moment Xiao Chen effortlessly caught the bullet to the moment the coin shot out like lightning, instantly taking White's life.

Every scene was like a nightmare, deeply etched into their minds, impossible to erase.

This well-dressed, calm-faced young man's ruthless methods and decisive killings formed a hellish contrast with his elegant appearance!
He was like a demon from hell, bringing endless slaughter and destruction.

Every movement, every glance from him revealed a disregard and indifference to life. This was no human being; he was a cold, efficient killing machine, a terrifying entity that knew only destruction and slaughter! (End of Chapter)