My Ares Son-in-Law

Di Lang's forehead slammed down heavily, again and again, making a dull thud, as if he were trying to shatter his dignity and pride.

The expensive suit was stained with blood and dust, its once-straight lines now wrinkled, and the carefully styled hair was now disheveled, with a few strands of hair sticking messily to his face.

At this moment, he no longer possessed any of the dignity and prestige of a business tycoon in the ancient city. He was nothing more than a stray dog ​​groveling at the feet of death, begging for mercy and hoping that Xiao Chen would have mercy and spare his life.

Outside the window, the pitch-black rain curtain was suddenly torn apart by a blindingly white bolt of lightning.

The lightning bolt, like a giant dragon with its claws outstretched, instantly illuminated the entire room as bright as day. Every speck of dust and every old scratch was exposed in the blinding light.

However, this brightness was only fleeting. The lightning disappeared, and the room was immediately swallowed up by deeper darkness, leaving only the chilling aftertaste lingering in the air.

At the same time, the rumbling thunder grew louder as it approached, like an angry giant beating a war drum. The heavy drumbeats, one after another, crushed the entire city that had been soaked by the torrential rain.

Each clap of thunder seemed to strike Di Lang's already shattered heart, making his heartbeat even more erratic, and fear surged wildly within him like a tidal wave.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the rain poured down as if the gods had poured out the endless Milky Way.

The ancient city twisted and distorted in the cascading water curtain, and the once familiar streets and buildings became blurred, as if shrouded in a mysterious veil.

The neon lights flashing on the street, washed by the torrential rain, shimmered like will-o'-the-wisps struggling underwater, flickering and blurry, adding an eerie atmosphere to the city.

Xiao Chen slowly walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window, his steps steady and powerful, each step seeming to tread on one's heartstrings.

He stopped and stood there quietly, his back to the chaotic scene inside the conference room.

His back was as straight as a spear, his posture upright and resolute, like an unshakeable mountain peak.

He silently looked down at the city that had devoured his loved ones, his eyes deep and cold, as if hiding endless hatred and sorrow.

The pale light outside the window outlined his cold, hard profile; the lines were rigid and resolute, devoid of any tenderness.

An invisible aura, like thick ink or sticky glue, carrying a nauseating smell of blood, rose and spread from his body as if it were a tangible substance.

That was no ordinary killing intent. Ordinary killing intent is nothing more than a sharp dagger, but this aura was more like a scarlet vengeful spirit formed from the condensation of countless wronged souls!

Like venomous snakes lurking in the darkness, it spreads silently, and wherever it passes, the air seems to stagnate and freeze, carrying a suffocating pressure.

It was as if time itself had stopped flowing at that moment, and the entire world was shrouded in this terrifying aura.

Huddled in the corner of the wrecked conference table, Di Lang was desperately trying to suppress the excruciating pain from his broken leg.

The pain felt like countless steel needles piercing his bones at the same time, causing him unbearable agony.

His teeth were clenched so tightly they were grinding together, and his forehead was covered in large beads of sweat that rolled down his cheeks.

He gripped the clothes at the broken leg tightly with both hands, his knuckles turning white from the force, as if he wanted to tear the clothes to shreds.

The moment that eerie red aura spread, his body stiffened abruptly, as if an invisible ice spike had pierced his heart!
A chilling fear, originating from the depths of his soul, instantly gripped him, making his blood seem to freeze in his veins. His body trembled uncontrollably, every muscle spasming.

He stared wide-eyed in horror at the figure standing by the window, his eyes filled with despair and disbelief.

He gasped for breath, each inhalation becoming incredibly difficult, as if an invisible hand was gripping his throat tightly, his lungs aching from the pressure of the invisible malevolent energy!
His mind was in complete chaos, and he kept screaming in his heart: How could this person have something so terrifying on him?!
What kind of person could possess such a chilling aura?

A deathly silence hung in the air, like a thick, impenetrable black curtain, pressing down heavily on the rain-soaked conference room, making every breath of air seem frozen solid.

Outside the window, the rain poured down, pounding against the glass with a loud, cacophony sound, like the cries of countless desperate souls.

However, the clamor of the rain did nothing to dispel the suffocating silence inside.

Suddenly, a chilling voice, like lightning piercing the night sky, shattered the deathly silence.

The voice was not loud, but deep and hoarse, yet it was like a knife tempered with ice for ten thousand years, carrying a chilling aura and endless intimidation.

It pierced clearly through the clamor of the rain, like a cold snake winding its way through the air and burrowing straight into Di Lang's eardrums.

The sound echoed in Di Lang's ears, like a heavy hammer, scraping his nerves, causing a sharp pain in his head and making his body tremble involuntarily.

“Di Lang…”

Just two words, yet they seemed to contain immense power, each syllable squeezed out as if from between teeth, carrying deep-seated hatred and undisguised killing intent.

These two words, like two cold bullets, struck Di Lang's heart with pinpoint accuracy, causing his heartbeat to stop for a moment.

Xiao Chen remained standing quietly by the window, her back to him.

His posture was tall and aloof, like a cold statue, exuding a chilling aura that kept people at a distance.

His shoulders tensed slightly, as if he were suppressing a raging fire of anger deep within him.

The voice came out slowly from his mouth, calm and without any ripples, as if he were telling the most ordinary thing.

However, this seemingly calm voice contained the power to freeze the soul, making the temperature in the entire room seem to drop by dozens of degrees.

Di Lang's body seemed to be frozen in place, stiffly curled up in the corner of the conference table's wreckage.

His eyes were wide open like copper bells, filled with fear and despair, staring intently at Xiao Chen's back, as if a ferocious beast was hiding behind that back and would pounce on him at any moment to tear him apart.

His lips trembled, as if he wanted to say something, but he found that his throat was blocked by something, and he couldn't make a sound. Cold sweat kept pouring from his forehead, sliding down his cheeks, and soaking his collar.

His hands gripped the table leg tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force, as if he wanted to crush the table leg.

Faced with that cold voice, Di Lang felt like a tiny, helpless ant, while Xiao Chen was a high and mighty god who controlled his life and death. (End of Chapter)