My Ares Son-in-Law

Jin Lang's voice was like a thunderclap, echoing in the hall and making everyone's ears ring.

At this moment, the veins on his forehead bulged, and sweat kept rolling down his cheeks, soaking his collar.

His legs trembled slightly, but he forced himself to stand there, his eyes fixed on Mingcheng, as if he wanted to nail Mingcheng to the ground with his gaze and make him obedient.

Jin Lang's actions were by no means opportunistic; on the contrary, he was doing everything in his power to save the Ming family!
He was all too aware of the terror emanating from Mr. Xiao before him; he was a powerful being beyond their comprehension.

He was absolutely certain that if Mingcheng did not obtain Mr. Xiao's forgiveness today, the deeply rooted Ming family would never see the sun rise tomorrow!

The scene of the Yang family's destruction kept flashing through his mind. The family was once a famous and powerful clan in the ancient city, with a vast and deeply rooted influence.

But overnight, the Yang family was wiped out as if by an invisible hand. Family members either died or fled, and the once glorious mansion was reduced to ruins.

That bloody lesson from the past was like a sharp dagger, constantly piercing his heart, making him dare not be the slightest bit complacent or take chances.

He knew all too well that if he couldn't satisfy Mr. Xiao today, the Ming family would become the next Yang family.

Mingcheng stared wide-eyed, his eyes swollen like two ripe peaches. His eyelids were so swollen that he could hardly open them completely, and every blink was accompanied by excruciating pain.

He stared at Jin Lang in disbelief, his eyes filled with shock and astonishment, as if he had witnessed something completely beyond his comprehension.

He was about to open his chapped lips, his voice hoarse and stubborn as he tried to explain, "Cousin, I..."

However, before he could finish speaking, his gaze suddenly met Jin Lang's eyes, which held an unprecedented, almost overflowing, deep fear!

The fear, like a tangible chill, instantly penetrated his body, making his blood seem to freeze.

It was an emotion he had never seen in his usually calm, domineering, and fearless cousin. It was as if his cousin was not seeing him, but the most terrifying and irresistible being in the world, a being that could annihilate them all with a single thought.

Without the slightest hesitation, the instinct for survival, like a raging fire, instantly overwhelmed all humiliation and pain.

Mingcheng scrambled to adjust his posture, his movements clumsy and awkward, leaving bloody marks on the floor from his knees and elbows, but he was completely unaware of it.

He slammed his knees heavily onto the floor, the thud sounding like a scream of fear from within, sending a shiver down the spines of those around him.

He struck the ground with his head towards Xiao Chen, his forehead hitting the hard floor with a dull thud, and quickly became red and swollen.

His voice trembled violently with extreme fear, like leaves shivering in the autumn wind: "Mr. Xiao... I'm sorry!"

"I must have been blind!"

"It was I who offended you!"

"You are like the blazing sun high in the sky, while I am nothing but a foolish ant, how dare I be so presumptuous in front of you!"

"Please, have mercy on me and spare my worthless life!"

"I am willing to be your slave for life, just please give me a way to live!"

As he spoke, his body trembled incessantly, like a leaf drifting in a storm.

Seeing this, Jin Lang secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and the heart that had been hanging in his throat finally settled down a little. But his face was still full of tension and fear, and his eyes revealed a hint of luck.

He quickly pulled out a black card from the inside pocket of his suit jacket. The card was inlaid with platinum, shimmered mysteriously under the light, and symbolized unlimited credit and supreme status.

The black card was exquisitely crafted, its patterns seemingly containing boundless wealth and power.

He presented it respectfully with both hands, in a posture like an ancient subject offering a treasure to the emperor, his body slightly leaning forward and his head almost touching the ground.

His face was plastered with a carefully crafted, obsequious smile, a smile that seemed forced and contrived: "Mr. Xiao, I am truly sorry!"

"My good-for-nothing cousin is a brainless idiot. He's been spoiled and arrogant all the time and doesn't know his place at all."

"When I get back, I will definitely discipline him strictly. I'll break his legs to make him remember this lesson and never let him cause trouble again!"

"We are truly sorry to have dirtied your hands this time. Please accept this small token of our apology as a way to calm your nerves and apologize..."

"roll."

Xiao Chen coldly uttered this single word. His voice wasn't particularly loud, but it was like an incredibly sharp ice blade, carrying a bone-chilling coldness that seemed to originate from the depths of the netherworld, clearly reaching the ears of everyone present.

This simple word seems to contain an invisible pressure, like a surging undercurrent, flowing freely in the air.

Upon hearing this, everyone couldn't help but have the illusion that the young figure sitting calmly at the bar was towering above all things.

He was like a supreme god, coldly looking down on all living beings. In his eyes, everything in the world was nothing but ants and weeds, insignificant.

The surrounding noise vanished instantly, as if the entire space had been muted, leaving only the word "get lost" echoing in everyone's minds.

Xiao Chen narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze deep and calm. Although he didn't quite understand why the other party was so wary of him, perhaps it was because they had mistaken him for someone else, thinking he was some important figure who made them tremble with fear; or perhaps they had heard some rumors about him on some occasion, and those rumors had been embellished and made into something incredible, making them afraid before they even fought.

But none of this mattered to him; it was like a gentle breeze that left no trace in his heart.

He was naturally quiet and did not want to be the center of attention. The countless pairs of eyes, whether curious, awe-inspiring, or inquisitive, focused on him made him feel like a specimen being observed under a microscope, making him extremely uncomfortable.

He even loathed the feeling of being watched and scrutinized, as if it were a ruthless invasion of his private space, which gradually spread his inner irritation.

"Yes, yes, yes! We'll get out right away!"

"Get out of here right now!"

"I will never offend your eyes!"

Jin Lang felt as if he had been granted a pardon; large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, soaking his collar.

He responded repeatedly, his voice sharp and trembling with excessive tension and fear, looking like a frightened rabbit.

He yanked Mingcheng, who was kowtowing repeatedly on the ground, to his feet. Mingcheng's forehead was covered in blood, his hair was disheveled and plastered to his face, and his eyes were filled with terror and confusion. (End of Chapter)