My Ares Son-in-Law

Mingcheng was utterly terrified. The rain of punches and the merciless attacks had shattered all his pride and courage, leaving only primal fear raging in his heart.

His body collapsed to the ground, his clothes soaked with a mixture of blood and sweat.

His face was covered in blood, and his eyes were swollen like two ripe peaches, making it almost impossible to see anything.

Hearing Xiao Chen's question was like hearing a pardon; he seemed to have grasped at the last straw.

He nodded vigorously with all his might, his head bobbing like a chicken pecking at rice, the movements so large that one worried his neck might break.

Because several of his teeth had been broken, his speech was slurred and he pleaded desperately, "I...I give up!"

"I was wrong... Waaah..."

"I was really wrong..."

"I shouldn't have been so rude..."

"I'm sorry...please...have mercy on me..."

His voice was choked with sobs, filled with despair and helplessness, like a helpless child crying in the dark.

He was truly panicked and scared.

He had always lived a life of luxury since childhood, getting whatever he wanted, and had never suffered such torment.

In that brief moment, he clearly sensed the presence of death in the other person's cold and indifferent eyes!
That gaze was like a sharp dagger, piercing straight into his heart, sending chills down his spine.

He had no doubt that the other party would actually dare to kill him!

In front of this crazy young man, he felt like an ant, who could be easily crushed at any moment.

Seeing this, Xiao Chen's lips curled into a faint smile, his eyes revealing a hint of indifference. Only then did he slowly release his grip, as if he had suddenly lost interest in the disheveled Ming Cheng at his feet.

His movements were casual, as if he hadn't been the one tightly gripping Mingcheng's collar just moments before.

Then, he slowly stood up, his posture as upright as a pine tree, exuding an innate composure and calmness.

His gaze casually swept around the surroundings, then he elegantly extended his slender fingers from a nearby dining table that had survived the earlier chaos and pulled out a disinfectant wipe.

The movements were gentle and elegant, as if they were part of a delicate ritual.

He slowly and carefully wiped the few traces of blood off his hands, performing each movement with utmost care.

His gaze was focused and calm, as if the bloody and violent scene just now was just a trivial matter that he didn't care about at all.

The bloodstains disappeared little by little as he wiped them away, as if they had never existed.

"Kid! Did you hear me! Cover your head and squat down right now!" "We've already called the police! Resisting will have consequences!"

Seeing that Xiao Chen was ignoring them, the security captain lost face and a surge of anger rose from the bottom of his heart.

His face flushed red, and he shouted again, his voice like thunder echoing in the silent banquet hall.

At the same time, he quickly gave his men a look, signaling them to slowly tighten the encirclement, trapping Xiao Chen tightly in the middle to prevent him from suddenly escaping or doing anything dangerous.

Xiao Chen remained deaf to the shouts, as if the security captain's words were merely a breeze that couldn't reach his ears.

After wiping his hands clean, he casually tossed the wet wipe away. The wipe traced a graceful arc in the air before landing precisely in the nearby trash can.

Then, he actually started walking towards the bar on his own.

His steps were steady and leisurely, as if this were not a tense scene, but a relaxed and pleasant gathering place.

Upon reaching the bar, he leaned forward slightly, his gaze sweeping over the dazzling array of bottles before finally selecting a glass of rich, full-bodied red wine.

Under the light, the red wine shimmered with a captivating luster, like a dazzling ruby.

He reached out a finger, gently picked up the wine glass, and then leisurely walked back to the sofa, the only intact one amidst the mess.

With his back to all the tense security personnel and terrified guests, he calmly sat down, his posture elegant and confident.

He even crossed his legs, gently swirling the wine glass in his hand, his eyes intently observing the liquid clinging to the glass, as if the wine held some mysterious secret.

His face showed no sign of tension or fear, but rather a faint, enigmatic smile.

He acted like nothing had happened!
It was as if the ruthless, demon-like monster who had just attacked was not him at all, but an innocent person who had been misunderstood by everyone.

Everyone present, including the security personnel who were usually experienced and had seen countless storms, was stunned. Their eyes were wide open, their mouths were slightly agape, and their minds almost stopped thinking. As if they had been frozen in place, they stood there dumbfounded, at a loss for what to do.

They huddled together, their eyes filled with shock and confusion. They had already imagined countless possible actions the other side might take in this tense situation.

Some people think that the young man might be so frightened by the sudden commotion that he would turn around and run away like a startled rabbit, desperately pushing through the crowd in the chaos, just to escape this place that terrified him to the extreme.

Some speculate that he might be so frightened that his legs would go weak, and he would kneel down with a thud, cover his head with his hands, and beg for mercy while crying and repeating words like "have mercy" and "I was wrong" in hopes of getting a chance to live.
Some people believe that he might be filled with remorse after things have come to this point, regretting his impulsive actions, holding his head in his hands, muttering "I shouldn't have done that, I wish I could do it all over again," looking utterly regretful.

Some even thought that, relying on his considerable fighting skills, a resolute glint flashed in his eyes as he attempted to force his way out, dashing left and right through the crowd like a trapped beast making its final struggle...

But they never considered how shocking and terrifying the scene must have been for the other party in front of everyone.

He was like a cold-blooded grim reaper, relentlessly attacking the young master of the Ming family with his fists and feet. Every punch and kick was full of force, leaving the young master half-dead, collapsing to the ground, bleeding profusely, and barely breathing.

This act of violence attracted a large number of security personnel from the club. They surged in from all corners, completely surrounding the scene. Some even called the police, and the sirens seemed to faintly echo in everyone's ears. (End of Chapter)