My Ares Son-in-Law

Terror, like an electric current, quickly spread throughout their bodies, causing them to involuntarily cover their mouths, afraid that they would scream out loud.

Their eyes were wide open, as if they had seen the most terrifying thing in the world, and their bodies trembled slightly uncontrollably, clearly terrified by the cruel scene.

However, this is far from over; it's as if a nightmare has only just begun.

Xiao Chen stood still, his eyes as cold as frost, like two sharp daggers that could pierce one's soul.

He didn't pause at all, as if everything happening before his eyes had nothing to do with him, or perhaps he had already prepared to deal with everything.

He bent his right leg slightly, like a spring ready to be released, and then suddenly raised it. The movement was as fast as lightning, with a sharp gust of wind and an indomitable momentum, and he kicked Mingcheng hard in the abdomen.

"Bam—!"

The dull thud was deep and powerful, like a heavy hammer striking a drum, making one's heart tremble.

Mingcheng was like a broken sack, losing all support and balance, and was kicked backward by the powerful force.

His body arced through the air before crashing heavily onto the smooth, hard marble floor with a loud bang.

He felt as if his internal organs were being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, then suddenly pulled and displaced.

My brain was buzzing, as if countless bees were buzzing around my ears, and I saw stars before my eyes, blurring my vision.

Immediately afterwards, a strong feeling of nausea surged up in his heart. He felt a sweet taste in his throat, and a mouthful of blood mixed with the acid in his stomach gushed out of his mouth uncontrollably, like a fountain, staining his expensive suit and front red. The bright red stood out starkly against the white suit.

"You...you brat, how dare you...you dare..."

Mingcheng collapsed to the ground, his body convulsing uncontrollably, every muscle trembling from the excruciating pain.

The intense pain surged like a tidal wave, assaulting his nerves wave after wave, almost causing him to faint.

That extreme humiliation was like a sharp dagger, piercing his pride and making him furious, his eyes bloodshot.

His eyes were bloodshot, as if they were about to spit fire. His hands were scratching wildly at the ground as he struggled to lift his head and say a few more harsh words to salvage his utterly lost face.

But would Xiao Chen give him that chance?
Xiao Chen stood quietly to the side, his eyes cold and sharp, like a lone star in the cold night, exuding a chilling aura.

He looked at Mingcheng's disheveled appearance, a mocking smile playing on his lips, as if watching a clown making his last stand.

"Your mouth is so dirty."

Xiao Chen's voice was as cold as ice blowing from Siberia, devoid of any emotion. Every word struck people's hearts like a heavy hammer.

The voice carried a ruthless pronouncement, as if Mingcheng's fate had been completely sealed at that moment.

"Since you can't control it, then don't say anything anymore."

Before he could finish speaking, a sharp, cold glint flashed in Xiao Chen's eyes. He took a step forward, his movements as fast as lightning, like an eagle catching a chick, and grabbed Mingcheng by the neck with one hand.

Those fingers gripped Mingcheng's throat like iron clamps, making it impossible for him to breathe.

With a slight effort, Xiao Chen lifted Mingcheng off the ground. Mingcheng's legs kicked helplessly in the air, and he tried desperately to pry Xiao Chen's fingers apart, but to no avail.

Then, under everyone's horrified gaze, Xiao Chen's arm suddenly erupted with terrifying power, a power like a raging volcanic eruption, unstoppable. He grabbed Mingcheng's head as if it were a helpless doll, and slammed it hard against the sturdy tempered glass coffee table next to him.

"boom--!"

The tremendous impact sounded like the death knell tolling, causing hearts to stop.

The sound echoed in the banquet hall, lingering for a long time, as if it were about to tear the entire space apart.

Mingcheng's entire face, especially his mouth, made solid contact with the hard glass tabletop.

The tempered glass coffee table, though not completely shattered under such a tremendous impact, developed spiderweb-like cracks.

However, Mingcheng's face suffered a devastating blow.

"puff--!"

Blood mixed with shattered teeth gushed from his mouth like a fountain, splashing onto the surrounding ground and furniture.

His nasal bridge had obviously collapsed, making his nose crooked, and blood kept gushing from his nostrils.

His entire face was a bloody mess, a gruesome sight, and completely unrecognizable.

At this moment, he could only let out a weak, pitiful whimper, a sound that seemed to come from hell.

"Mr. Xiao! No! Please stop! If this continues, someone will die!"

Qin Lingling felt her brain go blank for a moment, as if struck by lightning, and she was so frightened that her soul almost left her body.

Her body began to tremble uncontrollably, her legs went weak, and she almost collapsed to the ground.

Her face was deathly pale, devoid of any color, like a blank sheet of paper. Her once rosy lips had also turned completely bloodless and were trembling slightly.

She rushed forward without hesitation, grabbing Xiao Chen's arm tightly with both hands. Her fingers turned white from the force, and her nails almost dug into Xiao Chen's flesh.

Her voice was choked with sobs and filled with endless pleading; every word seemed to be squeezed out of her throat: "Mr. Xiao, please be magnanimous and spare him this time."

"The Ming family is not to be trifled with. If someone really dies, our Qin family will also be implicated, and we will definitely face annihilation!"

She could almost see the Ming family, upon learning the news, unleashing a furious vengeance like an enraged lion, while the Qin family, like a small boat in this storm, would be swallowed up and vanish without a trace in an instant.

Xiao Chen merely glanced at her indifferently, his gaze calm and unwavering, like a bottomless ancient well, without the slightest ripple.

But within that tranquility lay a profound and suffocating depth, as if containing the majesty of the heavens above, making one dare not look directly at it.

In his eyes, Qin Lingling's pleas were like a gentle breeze, unable to stir any ripples in his heart.

What he's going to do, the mere Qin family can't stop him!

Even if all the gods and Buddhas descended from the heavens, they could not stop his determined steps!

He held only one belief in his heart: to make those who dared to provoke him pay a heavy price. (End of Chapter)