My Ares Son-in-Law

In the process of taking over the family business, Jin Lang demonstrated extraordinary ability, skill, and character.

He possesses keen business acumen, enabling him to accurately grasp market dynamics and industry trends, plan ahead, and seize opportunities.

Faced with complex business problems and fierce competition, he always remained calm and composed, strategizing and planning. With his outstanding decision-making and leadership skills, he led the Jin family to overcome dangers time and time again and achieve new glories.

He is tough yet flexible, and can handle both internal family affairs and external business cooperation with ease.

He can mediate internal family conflicts and disagreements with fairness and impartiality, thus uniting the family's strength. As for external competitors and partners, he can demonstrate a strong deterrent, preventing them from easily provoking him, while also winning their trust and respect with sincerity and wisdom, achieving mutual benefit and win-win results.

He is resilient and calm, and no matter how great the difficulties and pressures he encounters, he can maintain a calm mind and not be swayed by his emotions.

When faced with success, he remains humble and continues to forge ahead; when faced with failure, he learns from his mistakes and picks himself up again.

All of this is enough to prove that he is an exceptional man, a true hero!
However, what is even more troublesome and despairing is that Mingcheng's grandmother is from the Jin family, and she is the older sister of the current head of the Jin family!
This relationship is like an invisible yet incredibly strong bond, tightly connecting the Jin family and the Ming family.

Strictly speaking, Jin Lang and Ming Cheng are related by blood!
This means that in dealing with the matter of Mingcheng being beaten, the Jin family will inevitably stand on the side of the Ming family, and may even use all resources and means to severely crack down on and retaliate against Xiao Chen in order to protect the family's reputation and kinship.

Finished!

It's completely over now!

This thought flashed through He Haiyue's mind like lightning, filling her with a deep sense of despair and helplessness. It also surfaced in the minds of Qin Lingling and every guest present.

They seemed to have already foreseen the tragic end that Xiao Chen was about to face, like a flock of lambs to the slaughter, powerless to resist.

When they turned their gaze back to the figure on the sofa, still calmly sipping his wine, the sympathy and pity in their eyes were like a flood about to burst its banks, almost overflowing and flowing freely in the somewhat oppressive space.

In their minds, provoking the Ming family might still leave them with a sliver of hope for a better outcome.

After all, the Ming family was a powerful and deeply rooted force in the city, like a towering mountain that inspired awe.

However, the Ming family has always been cautious and measured in their actions. They know that in this complex network of business and social relationships, they cannot easily make too many enemies. Therefore, even when faced with conflict, they may leave room for maneuver and will not go too far.

However, if you anger the Jin family, things will be completely different; it will be like embarking on a dead end with no chance of survival!

The Jin family's influence in this region surpasses that of the Ming family, like a vast and unfathomable ocean, possessing endless energy and resources.

Moreover, the Jin family has always been protective of its own members. If any member of the family is bullied, they will definitely turn out in full force to seek justice for their family.

Once the Jin family decides to make a move, the scene will be like a raging storm, with overwhelming force, and no power can stop it.

Faced with the powerful Jin family, Xiao Chen was like a tiny ant, with no chance of escape and could only obediently endure the impending storm.

"What on earth is going on?"

"What a mess! Where are the rules?!" A chilling, emotionless voice suddenly ripped through the noisy air like a thunderclap.

Jin Lang stood tall and straight at the entrance of the circular staircase on the second floor of the banquet hall, his hands casually yet exuding an innate elegance, tucked into the pockets of his perfectly pressed black trousers.

He tilted his head slightly, his gaze calmly surveying the chaotic scene below, as if it were all within his expectations.

He didn't deliberately raise his voice; his deep, magnetic voice seemed to come from a distant place, yet it carried an undeniable authority.

The invisible authority formed by long-term high position and issuing commands swept down from the second floor like a cold wave, making the entire hall fall silent, as if time itself had frozen at that moment.

The previously chaotic crowd downstairs fell silent instantly, as if an invisible hand had pressed the pause button.

All eyes were drawn to him—the man standing at the intersection of light and shadow.

His face was calm and still, without the slightest ripple, as if all the noise in the outside world had nothing to do with him.

But his eyes were as sharp as icicles, flashing with a cold light, as if they could see through everyone's heart.

Just by being swept by his gaze, people would unconsciously feel a chill rise from the bottom of their hearts.

"Mr. Jin... Mr. Jin..."

"It's...it's Young Master Ming..."

"Something happened to him..."

A man dressed in a security guard uniform, who looked like a team leader, hesitated for a long time in the crowd before finally steeling himself and taking a few steps forward with trepidation.

He tried to explain what was happening to Jin Lang, but when Jin Lang’s gaze swept down on him, he felt as if a mountain was pressing down on him. He trembled with fear, and his tongue became uncontrollable, as if it were tied in knots. His prepared words became fragmented, and he spoke haltingly and incoherently.

Jin Lang's deep, unfathomable gaze seemed to have long since lost interest in the stammering, incoherent security captain before him, and like an incredibly accurate radar, it quickly and comprehensively swept across the entire area.

His eyes were sharp and keen, not missing a single corner, as if he wanted to take in everything that was happening in the hall.

Almost the instant his gaze swept across the area, his eyes were drawn to it as if by a magnet, fixed on the dazzling crystal chandelier in the center of the hall, on that exceptionally bright, blood-red expanse that exuded a strong aura of blood!

On the spotless floor, a figure lay limply in a pool of thick blood.

The pool of blood was like a huge, death-laden net, tightly enveloping the man.

His body twitched uncontrollably, each twitch accompanied by a painful, suppressed groan, a sound like a wail from the depths of hell, sending chills down one's spine. (End of Chapter)