My Ares Son-in-Law

That face, which might have been handsome and dashing, was now almost distorted by the beating, so bloody and mangled that it was unrecognizable, like a painting that had been wantonly smeared and destroyed, making it unbearable to look at.

However, Jin Lang's gaze only lingered briefly on that horribly disfigured face before quickly falling on the blood-soaked clothes.

Although the blood had stained the clothes bright red, he recognized the unique luster and cut of the expensive material at a glance—it was an Armani early autumn limited edition suit!
He remembered clearly that this afternoon, his cousin Mingcheng had deliberately shown off this outfit in front of him, his face beaming with pride and smugness, as if this suit was a symbol of his status and position.

In an instant, Jin Lang's pupils suddenly contracted into the most dangerous needle-like shapes, like two sharp daggers, flashing with a chilling light.

His hands, which were originally in his trouser pockets, suddenly clenched tightly, the expensive fabric twisted and deformed under his immense force, as if enduring endless pain.

The veins on the back of his hands bulged out like angry dragons, or like a volcanic mountain range suppressing raging fury, ready to erupt at any moment!
"Who the hell is tired of living?!"

"How dare you touch my people on my turf!"

Jin Lang's originally cold voice was now completely replaced by a violent rage, like a calm lake suddenly being churned with towering waves.

He roared and took a step forward, his figure moving so fast that it almost left afterimages, like a black lightning bolt flashing through the air.

In just a moment, he traversed a distance of more than ten meters and arrived beside the figure lying in a pool of blood.

He carefully avoided Mingcheng's serious wounds, his movements gentle yet unwavering, as he slowly knelt down and gently helped Mingcheng up, letting his head rest in his strong and warm arms.

He held Mingcheng tightly, as if that would shield him from all harm.

When Jin Lang saw his cousin's horribly disfigured face and shattered lips, it felt as if a sharp dagger had pierced his heart, causing him unbearable pain.

His voice was distorted by extreme anger, low and deep like a roar from the depths of hell: "Mingcheng!"

"tell me!"

"Which bastard hurt you like this?!"

"Say!"

"I want him to never leave this house today!"

The voice was filled with murderous intent, as if he wanted to tear the person who harmed Mingcheng to pieces to vent his hatred.

Mingcheng's unfocused gaze, amidst the overwhelming pain and blurred vision, struggled to focus little by little.

The feeling was like struggling for a long time in an endless darkness, a bottomless abyss, and finally seeing the only light of salvation. Even if that light was as faint as a candle in the wind, it was enough for him to do everything he could to pursue it.

With his still relatively intact left hand, he gripped Jin Lang's incredibly expensive suit cuff tightly, like a drowning person finally grabbing a lifeline in raging waves.

The force was astonishing; the fingernails almost dug into the delicate fabric, as if in doing so they could transmit all their pain, anger, and will to live.

His body trembled uncontrollably from the excruciating pain; every tiny movement was accompanied by a piercing agony, but he was oblivious to it all. At that moment, he had only one thought in his mind—to make those who had hurt him pay a terrible price.

With difficulty and trembling, he raised his other right arm, which was already obviously twisted and deformed. The right arm was like a tree branch bent by a strong wind, swaying but with a resolute strength.

He used all his strength to point to a luxurious sofa area in the corner of the hall, which was facing away from the center of the chaos.

The sofa area was eerily quiet at the moment, as if it concealed endless secrets and dangers.

He must have broken countless teeth in the violent conflict just now. With each word he spoke, blood oozed from the corner of his mouth, and his speech was slurred and unclear.

But every syllable was like magma erupting from the deepest part of his heart, steeped in the most vicious and insane resentment: "Brother...cousin..." "It...it's him!"

"It's that bastard who turned his back to us!"

"kill him!"

"Help me kill him!"

"My mouth...my teeth...all gone...ah..."

"I want him dead!"

"I want his whole family!"

"Everyone connected to him! They shall be executed along with him!"

"Woooo..."

In the end, he could no longer control his emotions. The physical torment and humiliation brought on by the excruciating pain surged into his heart like a tide, along with the overwhelming hatred, causing him to sob like a child.

The sobbing echoed in the silent hall, sending chills down one's spine.

Jin Lang listened quietly to his cousin's intermittent, yet heart-wrenching and venomous lament, his eyes growing colder and colder, almost solidifying into tangible ice blades.

The ice blade gleamed with a chilling light, as if it could instantly kill the enemy with a single strike.

The surrounding air temperature seemed to drop several degrees. The once noisy hall was now so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Everyone was intimidated by the terrifying aura emanating from Jin Lang and dared not even breathe.

He forcefully suppressed the murderous urge that was about to erupt within him. That urge was like a beast that had been imprisoned for a long time, roaring and struggling wildly within him, wanting to break free of its cage and wreak havoc.

But he knew he couldn't act impulsively at this moment; he had more important things to do.

He slowly handed the seriously injured Mingcheng to a trusted bodyguard who quickly followed, his face grave.

The bodyguard had been with Jin Lang for many years and knew the seriousness of the situation. He carefully took Mingcheng from him, his eyes revealing determination and resolve.

Jin Lang's voice was as heavy as lead as he said, enunciating each word clearly: "Take him to the hospital immediately!"

"Use the best doctors!"

"Leave this to me!"

The voice was deep and powerful, carrying an unquestionable authority that made people dare not disobey in the slightest.

Just as the trusted bodyguard was about to step forward, he gently and steadily extended his hands, ready to take the badly injured and barely breathing Mingcheng.

He knew in his heart that Mingcheng urgently needed timely medical treatment and could not afford to delay.

However, just as his hand was about to touch Mingcheng, the seemingly crazed Mingcheng suddenly burst forth with astonishing strength, like a powder keg that had been ignited, and shoved the bodyguard away violently!

The bodyguard hadn't expected Mingcheng to react so strongly; he stumbled and almost fell to the ground.

After regaining his balance, he looked at Mingcheng with astonishment and worry. Just as he was about to step forward again to persuade him, Mingcheng roared hoarsely, the voice seeming to be squeezed from a broken throat, filled with endless pain and resentment: "Get out of here!" (End of this chapter)