My Ares Son-in-Law

Other speculations suggest that some mysterious underworld organization launched this devastating attack on the Yang family for some ulterior motive.

Everyone had their own opinion and argued endlessly, but there was never a definitive answer.

But Jin Lang knew perfectly well that Xiao Chen was behind all of this!
Because on that day, the moment Xiao Chen brushed past him, time seemed to freeze.

All other sounds disappeared, leaving only the subtle and tense atmosphere between the two of them.

Jin Lang clearly caught the fleeting, cold, almost indifferent look in the other person's eyes, yet containing a terrifying aura as terrifying as a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood!

That gaze was icy and chilling, like a cold light shooting out from the deepest hell, capable of freezing the soul.

Like a sharp dagger, it pierced straight into the depths of Jin Lang's heart, making him feel a chill to the bone.

Even now, when he thinks back on it, he still feels as if he has fallen into an ice cellar, and his heart still pounds.

The coldness and murderous intent in his eyes convinced him that Xiao Chen definitely had the ability and courage to do such a thing.

From then on, every time Jin Lang saw Xiao Chen, he would feel a surge of fear, as if he were facing a demon from hell that would devour him at any moment.

This fiend, who dared to overthrow and uproot even the Yang family, a powerful clan with deep roots in the ancient city for many years and whose influence was as vast as a towering tree... was a figure that made the entire elite circle of the ancient city tremble with fear and turn pale at the mere mention of their name!
Behind the Yang family is a powerful figure renowned in the martial arts world. This figure's strength is unfathomable, like an insurmountable mountain, inspiring awe and reverence in countless people towards the Yang family.

Normally, the Yang family ran rampant in the ancient city, acting arrogantly and domineeringly. But this evil god, with overwhelming force and unstoppable momentum, completely destroyed the seemingly indestructible Yang family edifice, causing the Yang family to vanish overnight.

His Jin family was nothing more than a small force and a minor status in the ancient city. What did they amount to in front of such a terrifying figure?
It's nothing more than an ant that can be crushed at any moment, an insignificant bug!

Jin Lang... He usually relies on the power of the Jin family and is considered a prominent figure in the ancient city. Wherever he goes, he is surrounded by people who fawn over him and treat him with great respect. When has he ever suffered such humiliation?
But at that moment, he couldn't help but curse inwardly, "Damn it, what am I anyway?!"

In front of this monstrous figure, I am not even worthy to carry his shoes, yet I dare to oppose him. Isn't this just courting death?
Jin Lang gasped sharply, the breath coming in quick, forceful gasp, as if he were trying to draw all the surrounding air into his lungs.

He felt his heart pounding wildly in his chest, so fast it felt like it was about to burst out of his chest.

His hands trembled involuntarily, his knuckles turned white from the force, and his nails dug deep into his palms, yet he felt no pain whatsoever.

For the first time in his life, he experienced the emotion called "fear" so vividly.

The fear, like icy seawater, spread rapidly from the soles of his feet, instantly engulfing his entire body, leaving his limbs stiff and cold, as if he had been frozen in place, unable to move.

Just then, his already highly tense nerves were stretched to the limit by a slight movement.

He saw the young man at the bar, who had his back to him and was leisurely swirling the amber liquid in his glass. His movements were elegant and relaxed, as if everything around him was irrelevant.

But under Jin Lang's gaze, the young man slowly, very slowly turned his head to the side.

The movements were so slow, like a slow-motion scene in a movie, and every subtle turn tugged at Jin Lang's nerves.

The other person didn't even turn around completely, only slightly tilted their head. A gaze so indifferent it lacked any human emotion, like two tangible ice spikes, carrying a chilling aura and boundless pressure, was precisely cast upon him, locking him firmly in place. There was no anger, no killing intent in that gaze, yet it was more terrifying than any anger or killing intent, because it represented absolute indifference and disregard, as if Jin Lang was nothing more than a speck of dust, an ant that could be crushed at will.

The moment he was stared at by that gaze, Jin Lang felt as if he were truly being targeted by the Grim Reaper from the deepest hell!

His mind went blank, his thoughts stopped, and the blood in his body seemed to freeze completely at that moment, ceasing to flow.

He felt his body become incredibly heavy, as if he were being pressed down by an invisible mountain, making it difficult to even breathe.

He completely panicked!

His eyes were filled with terror and despair, like a hare being chased by a hunter with nowhere to escape.

Large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead like a downpour, instantly wetting his carefully styled hairline and streaming down his cheeks, blurring his vision.

His expensive, custom-made shirt and suit jacket were completely soaked with cold sweat in just a few seconds, clinging tightly to his skin and bringing a cold, sticky sensation that made him feel even more uncomfortable and fearful.

He wanted to run away, but his legs felt like they were made of lead and he couldn't move them; he wanted to call for help, but his throat felt like it was blocked by something and he couldn't make a sound.

He could only stand there blankly, awaiting his fate.

Mingcheng, who had just struggled to his feet, was in a sorry state. His clothes were covered in dust and grime, his hair was disheveled and hanging over his forehead, his face was covered in bruises, and there was a trace of blood still hanging from the corner of his mouth.

He saw that Jin Lang was standing there motionless for a long time, sweating profusely, with large beads of sweat rolling down his forehead and soaking his collar. His face was as pale as paper, without a trace of blood, and he looked like he had seen a ghost.

Mingcheng was extremely anxious. He had originally hoped that Jinlang would stand up for him and teach the guy who had made him suffer a lot a lesson, but the current situation had greatly disappointed him.

At this moment, he endured the excruciating pain. With every movement, his body felt as if it were being pierced by countless needles at the same time, causing him to grimace in pain.

The waves of dizziness made him feel like his head was about to explode, and his vision would go black from time to time.

But he couldn't care less about that now. Staggering forward, he urged in a voice filled with urgency and fierceness, "Brother Lang! What are you waiting for?!"

"That bastard is the one!"

"He was really ruthless just now, he didn't take us seriously at all! Quick! Help me cripple him!"

"I want him to suffer a fate worse than death..."

"Snapped--!!"

A crisp, resounding slap, like a firecracker exploding, suddenly echoed in the already quiet and somewhat oppressive lobby of the club, abruptly interrupting all of Mingcheng's vicious curses! (End of Chapter)