My Ares Son-in-Law

There was no lingering attachment, no boasting whatsoever; it was as if he had only done a trivial, insignificant thing, as ordinary as helping a fallen passerby or picking up a dropped item for a neighbor.

This was simply incomprehensible; everyone looked at each other, their eyes filled with doubt and bewilderment.

The old commander's deep gaze slowly swept across the entire room, his eyes like two sharp swords, seemingly able to pierce through one's soul.

Deep within those eyes, which had weathered countless storms and possessed a keen insight into the world, lay a subtle, almost imperceptible, searching gaze.

He stood there quietly, feeling the surging vitality within him—a long-lost sense of lightness and power, as if he had returned to his prime.

Every inch of flesh and blood is full of vitality, and every cell is jumping joyfully, as if cheering for the arrival of new life.

This earth-shattering change made him realize, more than anyone else, what kind of heaven-defying and divine means that seemingly ordinary young man possessed!
That's something that ordinary medical skills or abilities can't achieve; there might be a mysterious and powerful world hidden behind it.

The clearer he felt his body improving, the more his inner shock and curiosity surged, like a flood bursting its banks, unstoppable.

"Dad! It really is you!"

"You...you really..."

The burly man finally recovered from the enormous shock. His eyes gleamed with ecstatic joy. He pushed off the ground with both feet and rushed to the old man in one stride.

His voice trembled with excitement, as if someone who had been lost in darkness for a long time had suddenly seen the light.

He reached out, his fingers trembling slightly, as if he wanted to touch the old man's vibrant face, yet he dared not believe it, fearing that it was all just an illusion that would shatter at the slightest touch.

The old officer slowly withdrew his gaze from the crowd, searching for Xiao Chen's figure, a hint of disappointment in his eyes at not finding him.

Then, he glared at his son with annoyance, a look full of an elder's reproach towards a younger generation.

His voice was still a little hoarse, like a long-unused instrument being played again, with a hint of dryness, but it had regained its former majesty, echoing in the air like a great bell: "Hmph!"

"how?"

"You don't actually expect to be the one to see me off when I die, do you?"

The burly man trembled at his father's glare, quickly waving his hands, his face full of fear and urgency, like a child who had done something wrong and was eager to explain to an adult.

"No no no!"

"Dad, that's not what I meant at all!"

He spoke very quickly, his voice trembling with nervousness, "But...but the doctor clearly...clearly announced it just now..."

He suddenly realized that saying these things was unlucky, so he swallowed his words back, his face still showing a look of surprise and doubt.

The image of Xiao Chen, young yet composed, kept flashing through his mind. Could it be... that it was really that young man named Xiao Chen who created this miracle of bringing the dead back to life?
This was like a bolt from the blue, completely overturning all his understanding!

In his mind, life and death are preordained; how could someone who has been given a death sentence by doctors possibly be saved?

But with his father standing right there, alive and well, he had no choice but to believe it.

"If it weren't for that little miracle doctor, you'd be kneeling in front of the mourning hall and wailing right now!" The old officer's tone was stern, like a biting cold wind, making the burly man shiver.

But deep in his eyes as he looked at his son, a barely perceptible lingering fear and relief flashed through his eyes.

The lingering fear was the terror of just moments ago, a brush with death; he could almost see himself lying on the cold hospital bed, his life slowly fading away. The relief came from Xiao Chen's timely appearance, pulling him back from the brink of death. He said no more, took a deep breath, and strode forward, his steps steady and powerful, each one seemingly landing on the hearts of everyone present, towards Qin Fang and the others who had just been freed from their handcuffs and were still gripped by fear.

The guards had been closely watching their old commander's every move. When they saw the old man walking towards them, they immediately straightened their backs as if wound up, their postures as upright as pine trees.

They gave the most standard military salute, quickly raising their right hands to eyebrow level, their eyes filled with awe and excitement.

That reverence was submission to the old commander's authority; that excitement was the joy of seeing the old commander come back from the dead.

"Sir!"

Their voices were clear and loud, echoing down the corridor.

The old man nodded slightly, his movements elegant and composed, like a king in control of the entire situation.

His gaze slowly fell on Qin Fang, his eyes like two sharp swords that could see through a person's heart.

His tone was serious and clear, each word like a heavy hammer, striking the hearts of everyone present: "The matter has been investigated, and the Qin family is innocent."

"You have no evidence, so what right do you have to handcuff someone?"

"Who gave you this authority?"

"Untie it immediately!"

"Yes!"

The martial artists responded in unison, their voices crisp and clear, without the slightest hesitation.

They acted quickly and untied the handcuffs on Qin Fang and the others in no time.

Qin Fang and the others moved their wrists, which were a little numb from being handcuffed, and their faces showed a relieved expression. They looked at their old superior with gratitude and respect in their eyes.

The cold restraints on the wrists of the Qin family members were finally removed, and the faint red marks left by the friction between the metal and their skin seemed to be the imprint of this humiliating experience.

Having regained their freedom, they did not relax.

Faced with the imposing old man before them, they still felt uneasy, their bodies trembling slightly involuntarily, and they didn't even dare to breathe loudly.

Every exchange of glances, every slight step taken, was done with utmost care, as if afraid of accidentally touching the old man's invisible yet powerful authority.

They knew that the seemingly ordinary old man before them was actually like a giant dragon hidden in the clouds, whose invisible energy and influence were enough to stir up a huge wave in the western region.

On this vast land, an old man's decision or a single word can change the fate of countless people and influence the rise and fall of various forces.

Compared to this old man, the Qin family was like ants facing an elephant—small and fragile.

"These past few days, I've caused your Qin family to suffer. On behalf of myself, I apologize to you." The old officer looked at Qin Fang, his gaze softening from its previous sharpness. His voice was no longer as authoritative and cold as before, but carried a hint of sincerity, like the warm sun in winter, bringing a sense of comfort.

These words were like a thunderclap, exploding in Qin Fang and the others' ears, making them tremble and almost kneel down.

Their faces were filled with terror and fear, their eyes wide open, unable to believe their ears.

How could they possibly accept an apology from such a powerful figure?
In their minds, important figures are always high above and inviolable; the idea of ​​an apology is simply impossible for them. (End of Chapter)