My Ares Son-in-Law

The chilling aura emanating from Xiao Chen was like an invisible cold current that instantly swept over her, causing even someone like her, who had seen countless storms and complex situations in the Zhou family, to feel a pang of fear.

His eyes, in particular, were deep and cold, as if they held endless secrets and unfathomable power, as if they could see right through people's hearts and see through their deepest thoughts.

Even now, whenever Zhou Fenfang calms down and recalls those eyes, a lingering, indescribable fear still rises in her heart, like a stone thrown into a calm lake, the ripples of which linger for a long time.

Last night, after returning to the Zhou family's palace-like mansion, she immediately mobilized the Zhou family's vast and secretive power.

The Zhou family has cultivated deep roots in the ancient city for many years, with connections spanning various fields. Whether it's the official intelligence system or those secret networks operating in the gray area, the Zhou family has connections and channels in all of them.

She tried to thoroughly investigate Xiao Chen's past activities, wanting to find out everything about this person who suddenly appeared.

She originally thought that with the Zhou family's capabilities, they would soon be able to find out everything about Xiao Chen's past.

However, the result was far beyond her expectations, and even made her feel a deep unease—whether it was the official database, which stored detailed information about countless people and should have been comprehensive, or certain shady networks, which were full of unknown secrets and transactions and should have been a melting pot of information, the records about Xiao Chen were almost completely blank!
This person seemed to have suddenly descended into this world from the mysterious sky, appearing in everyone's sight without any warning. He had no past, no trace, as if he did not belong to this mortal world.

At this moment, Zhou Fenfang was sitting upright on the large and comfortable leather sofa in the study, looking with great interest through the detailed information about Xunjiang Group that her subordinate had just delivered.

This thick stack of documents has excellent paper quality and contains detailed information about Xunjiang Group's registration, personnel composition, business scope, and recent developments.

She flipped through the pages one by one, her eyes sometimes flashing with doubt, and sometimes with disdain.

As she continued reading, a cold, condescending, mocking smile gradually appeared on her well-maintained face. The smile was like a cold winter wind, sending chills down one's spine.

“Xiao Chen, oh Xiao Chen,” she paused her work, tilted her head back slightly, and murmured to herself. Her voice was soft yet full of disdain, as if she were commenting on an ignorant and arrogant child. “You are ridiculously naive, or rather, pathetically stupid.”

"Do you think that just because you've managed to step into the realm of ancient martial arts, you have the power to contend with the major powers?"

"I wonder what methods they used to win over Liu Jianming, and they think they've found a powerful backer?"

"You registered a shell company with empty promises, and you dare to stir up trouble in the complex business world of this ancient city? Do you think you're qualified to challenge my Zhou family?"

"You have no idea how profound our Zhou family has stood in this ancient city for so many years, and what kind of powerful foundation and influence we have behind us."

"Your actions are nothing more than throwing an egg against a rock, courting your own destruction."

She slowly shook her head, the movement elegant yet filled with endless contempt. The contempt in her eyes seemed to have a tangible quality, like sharp knives piercing straight at the other person.

"You have absolutely no idea about the gap between ideals and reality."

She slightly raised her chin, her voice clear, cool, and resolute.
"You may be dreaming in your own little world, thinking that you can make a name for yourself with just a lot of enthusiasm and a little bit of capital."

Even if you have some martial arts skills and may be able to dominate the streets for a while, in the real struggle for power, martial arts are nothing more than the lowest level of means.

Even with Liu Jianming's meager financial support, his wealth was nothing compared to the Zhou family's.

so what?

Faced with true power and strength, you are nothing but a mantis trying to stop a chariot, utterly vulnerable.

My Zhou family's century-old foundation has weathered countless storms and taken deep root in this ancient city. How could you clowns possibly shake it? My Zhou family doesn't even need to personally get involved with you insignificant characters.

With just a flick of the finger, expressing our stance to those forces on our side, we can crush your ridiculous dreams, along with this so-called 'Xunjiang Group,' into dust!

In the end, your so-called glory will be nothing but a fleeting bubble, which will vanish instantly under the sunlight of reality.

"Zhou Bing".

Zhou Fenfang put down the information about Xunjiang Group in her hand. In her eyes, the information had no value anymore, as if it were just a pile of waste paper.

She called out softly, her voice not loud, yet clearly audible in the quiet study.

In the shadows of the corner of the study, a mysterious world seemed to be hidden.

A middle-aged man in a well-tailored black suit stepped forward in response. His steps were steady and powerful, each one seemingly touching Zhou Fenfang's heartstrings.

He exuded a calm and composed demeanor, and his eyes revealed loyalty and competence.

He strode up to Zhou Fenfang, bowed deeply, and greeted her with utmost respect, as if Zhou Fenfang were a deity in his life.

"Boss, please give your instructions."

Zhou Fenfang casually tossed the information about Xunjiang Group, which had taken a lot of manpower to collect, into the wastepaper basket next to her, as if it were trash.

The movement was casual yet carried a sense of determination, as if declaring that the fate of Xunjiang Group was already sealed.

Then, she picked up a delicate silk handkerchief and gently wiped her hands with an elegant and composed gesture.

Her tone was calm, yet carried an undeniable resolve and coldness, like a chilling wind in the dead of winter, sending shivers down one's spine.

"Go and convey my message."

"Tomorrow, the Ancient City Seeking Ginger Group will open for business. This is what they think is a glorious moment, but in my eyes it is nothing more than a farce by clowns."

“Any company, family, or individual who dares to support them, send flower baskets, or endorse them, no matter who they are, will be an enemy of the Zhou family from this day forward.”

"My Zhou family will remember their 'good intentions,' and we will make them pay a heavy price for their choices."

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man named Zhou Bing, who had been standing quietly to the side with a calm expression, instantly changed his expression, as if a huge stone had been thrown into a calm lake, causing waves to surge.

His pupils contracted slightly, and his once deep eyes were now filled with shock and fear, as if he had seen the most terrifying thing in the world.

He knew all too well the weight of Zhou Fenfang's words.

During his years serving the Zhou family, he witnessed their countless exploits in the business world, how they used their superior status and terrifying influence to crush their rivals one after another. (End of Chapter)