My Ares Son-in-Law

The speed was so fast it was as if time and space were out of place, leaving no time to react.

Xiao Chen looked down at him, his eyes completely unwavering, as if the angry, roaring man before him was nothing more than an insignificant ant.

His eyes held only a cold, lifeless stillness—a detachment from life and from all things in the world.

"I'm sorry to disappoint you,"

Xiao Chen's voice seemed to come from the deepest abyss, icy cold, as if it could freeze one's soul: "My realm far surpasses the Heavenly Realm."

Before he finished speaking, his right hand shot out like a ghost, moving so fast it was dazzling, and accurately grabbed Zhao Kui's throat.

Those fingers, like iron clamps, tightly locked Zhao Kui's neck, preventing him from breaking free even a fraction.

Click!

A sharp, chilling sound of a neck bone cracking suddenly rang out in the deathly silent conference room!
Zhao Kui's hoarse roar still faintly echoed in the conference room; his fearful screams seemed like a desperate lament.

However, all the roars, all the fear, all the delusions, along with his last glimmer of life, were completely extinguished by that crisp sound, as clear as cracking ice.

His body froze instantly, his bulging eyes filled with extreme horror and disbelief, as if telling of the capriciousness of fate and his own folly.

Immediately afterwards, his body slumped down, like a skeletonless doll, and fell silent. Only his unseeing eyes stared blankly at the ceiling, as if voicing a final question to the world.

The huge conference room was eerily quiet, with only Di Lang and Xiao Chen remaining.

The air was thick with an overwhelming stench of blood, a pungent and nauseating smell, as if the messenger of death was wantonly proclaiming its majesty.

The heavy aura of death pressed down on the air, like a huge stone, so thick and suffocating that every breath felt incredibly difficult.

Outside the window, the torrential rain continued to lash the glass curtain wall, the raindrops like dense bullets, pounding against the glass with an endless clattering sound.

The sounds intertwined, like a doomsday lament, playing a melody of destruction and despair, making the atmosphere in the entire conference room even more oppressive and terrifying.

Di Lang slumped in the large leather seat, his body trembling like a withered leaf in a storm, every muscle shaking uncontrollably.

His face was as pale as paper, without a trace of blood, and his forehead was covered with large beads of sweat that rolled down his cheeks.

His eyes were filled with extreme fear and despair, as if he could already see his tragic end.

Xiao Chen's gaze, like two cold searchlights, with a chilling penetrating power, slowly moved to his face.

That gaze was colder than the icy rain pouring down outside the window, as if it could pierce through his soul, leaving him nowhere to hide.

His gaze was devoid of any emotion, filled only with endless indifference and detachment, as if in his eyes, Di Lang was nothing more than an ant that could be crushed at any moment.

Di Lang suddenly shuddered, as if struck by a high-voltage current, and the hairs on his entire body stood on end.

A powerful will to survive instantly overwhelmed all fear and weakness, spreading wildly through his heart like a raging fire.

He practically scrambled to his feet from the chair, his movements so violent that his expensive tie was torn askew and his shirt collar was ripped out of shape, making him look utterly disheveled. He lunged at the conference table, his hands trembling so badly he could barely hold the pen, his fingers shaking uncontrollably as if being bitten by countless ants.

He grabbed the port transfer contract document on the table, which was already mostly soaked in blood. The blood on the document had dried, leaving dark red patches and emitting a pungent, bloody smell.

His hands gripped the document tightly, as if it were his last lifeline, his only hope of escaping the abyss of death.

"I'll sign! I'll sign! I'll sign anything!"

Di Lang seemed to have been completely consumed by fear, screaming hoarsely. His voice was as sharp as a blade slicing through the night sky, distorted and twisted by extreme terror, and carried a heartbreaking sob, like the lament of a dying person in the dark abyss.

Every word seemed to be squeezed out from the depths of his soul, carrying endless despair and pleading.

His hands trembled like withered leaves in the wind, and he could barely hold the pen.

In order to sign his name at the end of this blood-stained document, which symbolized the enormous interests of the ancient port, he used all his strength to control his trembling wrist.

The wrist felt as heavy as a thousand pounds, and every movement was incredibly difficult.

Finally, gritting his teeth and with all his might, he signed his once dashing but now distorted name in a crooked and awkward manner.

Every stroke seemed to have been written with all one's might, as if signing this name would completely rewrite one's destiny.

However, he still felt it wasn't fast enough, not convincing enough, as if death would follow him and devour him if he were even a second slower.

He stared wide-eyed in a panic, searching around the conference table, his gaze finally settling on Indonesia beside him.

As if grasping at a last straw, he desperately grabbed Indonesia and pressed down hard with his fingers, which were stained with cold sweat and blood of unknown origin.

The bright red fingerprints stood out starkly against the blood-stained paper, as if they were a mark of his loyalty offered to death.

"Here you go! It's all yours! The Nanlai Group is yours! All the money is yours! The port is yours! The entire ancient city is yours!"

With trembling hands, Di Lang picked up the document, which felt like a hot potato. The bloodstains and fingerprints on the document were shocking to him, but he couldn't care less about that at the moment.

He staggered, as if holding the most humble offering, his eyes filled with fear and fawning, wanting to offer it to Xiao Chen, yet not daring to approach.

Xiao Chen's cold gaze and powerful aura acted like an invisible barrier, leaving him standing there futilely holding the documents, his body trembling uncontrollably.

He spoke incoherently, tears welling up in his eyes before finally spilling over and streaming down his face, mingling with sweat and making him look utterly disheveled.

"I...I can be your dog! Your puppet! I'll take care of everything for you! Just...just spare my worthless life...please! Please!"

His voice grew softer and softer, trembling with sobs, every word filled with pleading and despair.

Suddenly, his legs went weak, as if all his strength had been drained away, and he could no longer support his body.

With a thud, he fell heavily to his knees on the cold carpet, the dull thud echoing clearly in the silent conference room. (End of Chapter)