My Ares Son-in-Law

The sound was sharp and piercing, like a razor blade, instantly shattering the tense atmosphere.

Jin Lang seemed to be jolted awake from the abyss of extreme fear by these words.

When he faced that young man, he felt like prey being targeted by a hunter. His blood froze, his mind went blank, and fear overwhelmed him like a tidal wave.

Mingcheng's urging was like a bolt of lightning, cleaving through the fog of fear in his mind.

He turned around abruptly, his eyes filled with fear, anger, and panic. Almost reflexively, he used all his strength to deliver a vicious slap to Mingcheng's face!

The force contained in that slap was far beyond imagination.

Although Jin Lang was used to a life of luxury, driven by fear and anger, his slap unleashed astonishing power.

The blow sent the already weak and shaky Mingcheng spinning half a circle in place, like a kite with a broken string.

Mingcheng felt stars popping out of his head, his head buzzing, and his body completely out of control. He let out another shrill scream, a sound filled with pain and despair, as he crashed heavily onto the cold, hard marble floor.

A muffled thud made everyone around shudder.

Half of his cheek swelled up at a visible speed, turning a horribly purplish-red color, like a boiled shrimp.

His mouth was cracked, and blood mixed with saliva trickled down, dripping onto the white marble floor, looking particularly glaring.

Mingcheng lay on the ground, his body convulsing, his hands covering his face, groaning in pain.

At this moment, everyone in the entire clubhouse hall, every single one of the onlookers, was completely frozen in place, as if they had been instantly frozen in place by a collective spell!

Their eyes were wide open, their mouths were slightly agape, and their expressions were completely frozen, filled with disbelief!

It was as if I had witnessed the most incredible thing in the world.

Just moments ago, Mingcheng was arrogant and domineering, clamoring for revenge. In the blink of an eye, he was slapped so miserably by Jinlang. This sudden reversal left them unable to accept it for a moment.

The air seemed to freeze, with only Mingcheng's painful groans echoing in the hall.

Their eyes widened, as big as copper bells, their pupils almost bulging out; their mouths were agape, so big they could almost fit an egg in them, their jaws nearly dislocated.

They stood frozen in place like a group of puppets under a spell, their eyes all fixed on Jin Lang and Ming Cheng, as if witnessing an absurd spectacle of a comet hitting the earth. The scene was even more jaw-dropping than watching the most bizarre play.

What... what on earth is going on?!

Countless question marks instantly flooded everyone's minds, buzzing like a swarm of bees.

They had been eagerly anticipating that Jin Lang would lead them to teach that arrogant fool a lesson, avenge Ming Cheng, and also show off the Jin family's power in front of everyone.

But who could have imagined that the plot would take such a 180-degree turn? Jin Lang not only didn't attack the young man who had his back to them, but instead turned around and slapped Ming Cheng hard. This sudden scene left everyone completely baffled.

Mr. Jin... Has Mr. Jin lost his mind from anger?!

Some people couldn't help but mutter to themselves, their brows furrowed tightly, their faces full of doubt and worry.

Why did he hit Young Master Ming?!
You've got the wrong person!

Another person echoed, their eyes gleaming with confusion, as if trying to find a reasonable explanation.

In their eyes, Mingcheng was Jin Lang's capable subordinate, always serving him faithfully and risking his life for the Jin family. Even if Jin Lang was angry, he shouldn't lay a hand on his own men. Mingcheng was completely stunned by this sudden and merciless slap.

He felt a burst of stars before his eyes, and his head was buzzing, as if countless bees were flying around inside.

He collapsed to the ground, his body like a pile of mud, unable to muster any strength.

He instinctively covered his burning, rapidly swelling cheek, the pain like needles pricking him, making him gasp.

It took him a while to recover from the intense tinnitus and dizziness, his eyes filled with grievance and anger.

He felt extremely wronged, believing he had been slapped for no reason and was truly innocent; he was also filled with shock and anger, unable to understand why Jin Lang had attacked him.

Then he screamed, "Brother Lang! Are you...are you crazy?!"

Why did you hit me?!

"Did you dial the wrong number?!"

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

"Hit him! Kill him!"

His voice, sharp and shrill with anger and resentment, echoed in the silent hall.

"I'm beating up a stupid, blind, troublemaking idiot like you!"

"waste!"

Jin Lang suddenly turned his head, the movement swift and violent, like a raging lion whose scales had been thoroughly provoked.

His eyes were bloodshot and bulging, filled with anger and fear, as if he wanted to devour Mingcheng alive.

He let out a deafening roar at Mingcheng, who was lying on the ground, a roar filled with endless fear and rage!

The sound was like a thunderclap, ringing in everyone's ears and making them ache.

His voice was hoarse, and even slightly distorted due to excessive fear, like a rooster being choked.

Jin Lang was filled with fear and anger. He was afraid that the mysterious young man would harm him and bring him to ruin like the Yang family. He was angry that Ming Cheng, that fool, had dragged him into this dangerous situation.

He wished he could beat Mingcheng up to vent his anger.

Before everyone could recover from this earth-shattering reversal, Jin Lang, who had just been furious and ferocious, as if he wanted to devour people alive, vanished without a trace, as if a gust of wind had swept away the dark clouds on the horizon.

Immediately afterwards, a smile that was almost humble, with obvious flattery and deep-seated awe, like a flower quietly blooming in spring, quickly climbed onto his face.

He was hunched over, his posture like that of a devout believer praying to a god, his back bent almost at a right angle.

She moved with extreme caution, almost tiptoeing, as if afraid of disturbing some sacred being, slowly inching towards Xiao Chen's bar.

The steps were light and cautious, as if the ground beneath their feet was not a solid floor, but thin ice that could break at any moment.

Finally reaching the bar, Jin Lang slightly raised his head, his eyes filled with awe and fear. (End of Chapter)