My Ares Son-in-Law

The revolver lay silently on the ground, as if telling the story of the bloodshed and violence that had occurred.

Xiao Chen bent down slightly, his movements as casual as picking up a coin that had fallen to the ground, and easily held it in his hand.

The cold metallic touch of his hand sent a shiver through him. He looked down at the murder weapon, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes. His voice carried an almost ethereal quality as he said, "Perhaps you underestimated me."

His voice was soft, yet it struck Di Lang's heart like a heavy hammer.

Di Lang felt as if his heart was being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, the pain was unbearable, and his breathing became rapid and difficult.

"Xiao Chen! Listen to me! It's not what you think! I..."

Di Lang felt as if he had fallen into an endless abyss, and the murderous Xiao Chen in front of him was the demon in that abyss, ready to devour him at any moment.

At this moment, Xiao Chen was the only "lifeline" he could grasp, even though this lifeline might not be able to save him at all, he still desperately wanted to hold on to it.

He was crying and sneezing, his face covered in snot and tears, looking extremely disheveled.

He screamed with all his might, his voice hoarse and shrill from extreme fear and panic, as if trying to break through the oppressive air.

He tried to evoke a false warmth by using the seemingly intimate terms of address from the past, like longing for a faint ray of light in the darkness, even if that light was so unreal.

"boom--!!!"

Just as Di Lang screamed, a deafening gunshot shattered the stagnant silence of the conference room once again.

The sound was like a thunderclap, exploding in the confined space and causing a sharp pain in the eardrums.

Accompanied by the gunshot, a flash of light disappeared in an instant, like a shooting star streaking across the night sky, brief but dazzling.

"Uhhh-!!!"

Di Lang felt as if a mountain had smashed into his left knee, which was still intact, and then a burst of blood erupted.

The blood blossoms resembled alluring, blooming flowers, vibrant and dazzling.

The crisp sound of bones breaking was clearly audible, like the sound of glass shattering on the ground.

He let out a shrill, distorted scream, a sound that seemed to come from the depths of hell, sending chills down one's spine.

His body jolted upwards in excruciating pain, as if propelled by a spring, paused briefly in the air, and then crashed heavily back to the ground.

Blood gushed from the wound like a runaway faucet, instantly staining the expensive carpet beneath him and turning the once-clean floor into a blood-red hell.

The excruciating pain overwhelmed him like a raging tsunami. He felt as if countless steel needles were piercing his body at the same time, and every inch of his skin and every nerve was groaning in agony.

That face, which was usually well-maintained, was now twisted beyond recognition by pain, as pale as paper, without a trace of blood.

His eyes were wide open, almost bulging out, filled with terror and despair.

His lips were bitten until they bled, and his teeth were chattering from the force he used.

A wave of terror surged through his heart!

What exactly did War God King Xiao Chen go through?! That ancient sea secret realm, legend has it that no one who enters ever comes out alive, yet he not only returned alive, but also became so terrifying!
How did he survive?

What exactly happened to him in that place full of unknowns and dangers?
Where does his terrifying, inhuman power come from?

That power seemed capable of easily crushing everything, leaving him utterly powerless to resist.

Furthermore, how did he break through the impenetrable security of the Dingfeng Building and descend upon the top floor like the Grim Reaper?
The security system of Dingfeng Building was built at a huge cost, and was designed by the world's top security experts. It has layers of protection and is airtight.

But Xiao Chen was able to break through silently, which is simply unbelievable!
Can anyone tell him?
These damn years!
What did this War God King experience in the ancient sea, and how did he become even more terrifying than before?

He felt like a lamb to the slaughter, and Xiao Chen was the butcher with a sharp blade, ready to destroy him at any moment.

His heart was filled with fear and regret, regretting why he had provoked this terrifying being in the first place. But now, it was all too late.

"Di Lang!"

Xiao Chen's deep and cold voice rang out again, like icy spring water flowing over hard rocks in the dead of winter, carrying a chilling coldness that sent shivers down one's spine.

He lowered his head slightly, his gaze falling on the heavy Colt Python revolver in his hand. His slender fingers gently weighed it, as if he were carefully evaluating the texture of a toy. His casual and nonchalant demeanor made the surrounding air seem to freeze.

"I don't really like these...noisy toys."

Xiao Chen spoke slowly, his voice flat and emotionless, as if he were saying something completely ordinary.

But these seemingly ordinary words exploded in Di Lang's heart like a bombshell.

The moment he finished speaking, Xiao Chen's previously loose fingers suddenly tightened, like iron clamps, carrying an irresistible force.

A piercing, metallic creaking sound rang out, like a sharp awl stabbing straight into Di Lang's eardrums, making him tremble uncontrollably.

Under Di Lang's piercingly terrified gaze, the powerful Colt Python revolver, forged from fine steel, seemed to be experiencing a nightmare.

Its originally incredibly hard gun barrel began to deform at a visible speed in Xiao Chen's slender, fair hand, as if it were being kneaded by an invisible force.

The straight barrel bent little by little, like a plastic pipe being baked by high temperature; the gun body also gradually collapsed, and the originally smooth surface became pitted and uneven; finally, the entire gun body curled up, like a doll whose skeleton had been removed.

A few seconds!
In just a few seconds!

A deadly weapon that once struck fear into the hearts of countless people and could easily take lives was forcibly molded into a twisted, ugly lump of iron covered in fingerprints.

The shape of that iron lump was incredibly bizarre, like a failed creation arbitrarily altered by a mad artist, making it look terrifying.

With a clang, Xiao Chen casually tossed the scrap metal onto the carpet in front of Di Lang, as if it were a piece of useless trash.

The dull sound echoed in the silent space, like the tolling of a death knell, striking Di Lang's heart again and again.

Di Lang completely broke down!
His mind went blank, as if a huge storm had swept through it, shattering all his thoughts.

Only an incomprehensible, mind-blowing terror remained, overwhelming him completely like a tidal wave. (End of Chapter)