My Ares Son-in-Law

Leading the group was Ma Yuanhua, the current head of the Ma family. He was in good spirits and had a resolute face. Although he was over fifty years old, his deep eyes still shone with wisdom and courage.

Following closely behind him were a group of high-ranking members of the Ma family. Each of them possessed an extraordinary demeanor; some were calm and reserved, while others were decisive and efficient. Each of them exuded the authority of someone who had long held a position of power.

This story begins on the day Xiao Chen first arrived in the ancient city. At that time, Ma Yuanhua suddenly fell seriously ill and was on the verge of death. A group of doctors around him were helpless.

Just then, Xiao Chen happened to pass by, and with his superb medical skills, he managed to pull Ma Yuanhua back from the brink of death, much to everyone's astonishment.

This is why Ma Yuanhua is deeply grateful to Xiao Chen and regards him as his savior.

Ma Yuanhua was a man of great loyalty and righteousness. When he learned that Xunjiang Group was opening but was being suppressed by various forces and was in a difficult situation, he dared to defy public opinion and bring his family's senior members to attend the opening ceremony of Xunjiang Group.

It is important to understand that in this complex place called the ancient city, various forces are deeply intertwined, and the Zhou family and several other major families hold extremely high status and influence in the ancient city.

The Ma family's actions are undoubtedly an open act of defiance against these families. Offending them will severely hinder the Ma family's development in the ancient city, and may even lead to their annihilation. The risks are extremely high.

But Ma Yuanhua did not hesitate at all. He felt that one should be loyal and righteous. Xiao Chen saved his life, and he had to repay this kindness.

Xiao Chen was deeply moved to see the Ma family arrive, and he quickly led Liu Jianming to greet them.

With genuine smiles on their faces, the two men quickly walked up to Ma Yuanhua, about to express their gratitude, when the roar of the car engine sounded like thunder again, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

A Rolls-Royce Cullinan, with its sharp lines and all-black body, gleaming coldly in the sunlight, came to a steady stop at the intersection in front of Xunjiang Group, like a majestic king, surrounded by more than a dozen Mercedes-Benz G-Class escort vehicles.

The scene resembled a grand military parade, drawing crowds to stop and watch, with discussions rising and falling.

The car door opened, and the first to step out were four burly men dressed in black suits, wearing headsets, and with eyes as sharp as hawks.

They were all tall and muscular, and when they stood there, they were like four unshakeable mountains.

They acted swiftly, clearing an area centered on Cullinan with professional and rapid movements, every detail revealing their well-trained qualities.

They exuded a powerful aura that kept strangers at bay, causing those around them to involuntarily take a few steps back.

Immediately afterwards, a bodyguard respectfully opened the rear door of the Cullinan with a gentle yet solemn gesture.

Inside the car, a middle-aged man dressed in a Tang suit and with a tall, upright figure slowly stepped out.

His face was kind, but his eyes revealed an imposing presence without anger, and his every move exuded the demeanor of a master.

His appearance made the atmosphere at the scene even more tense and expectant. Everyone wanted to know who this mysterious middle-aged man was and why he was at the opening ceremony of Xunjiang Group.

When the middle-aged man's face came into clear view, the previously noisy scene, like boiling water, seemed to be silenced by an invisible hand. The place, which was just a moment ago filled with various discussions, footsteps, and camera shutters, instantly became completely silent, so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

The deathly silence was like an invisible net, enveloping everyone.

All eyes were fixed on the middle-aged man as if by magic, as if a single glance would reveal some earth-shattering secret.

A sense of shock and awe filled the air, almost suffocating. It was as if a group of ordinary people were suddenly facing a deity who had descended from the sky, and all they felt was awe.

Because this middle-aged man was none other than the legendary, uncrowned king of the ancient city, whose name resounded throughout the martial arts world.

He controls at least one-third of the martial arts industry chain in the ancient city, from martial arts training to the manufacture of martial arts equipment, and the organization of various martial arts competitions. His influence is like a huge and intricate net, penetrating every corner of the martial arts world in the ancient city.

His students and friends are spread throughout the western region, shining brightly in their respective fields, from remote mountain towns to bustling city centers.

He calls himself Old Snake, a seemingly ordinary yet somewhat mysterious name that carries immense weight in the martial arts world of the ancient city and even throughout the entire city.

In the ancient city, you may not know who the president of the Ancient City Chamber of Commerce is, or the names of those big shots who wield influence on the business stage, but you absolutely cannot have never heard of Old Snake.

His name is like a key, capable of unlocking the doors to the core resources and connections hidden beneath the light of day in the ancient city.

To truly establish oneself in the ancient city, become a prominent figure, access the core resources monopolized by a few, and cultivate connections with powerful individuals, one often needs the tacit approval or nod of this old snake.

His words could revive a martial arts school on the verge of bankruptcy, or plunge a once-prosperous family into dire straits.

Countless clan heads in ancient cities, those who held absolute power and controlled the fate of their families, would all address this powerful figure with utmost respect.

"Snake Lord," he said, his face plastered with a fawning smile, his words full of flattery.

Business tycoons, those who dominate the business world, have to lower their stance and carefully put on a smiling face in front of Old Snake, for fear of accidentally offending this big shot.

Even now, there are many rich second-generation kids and playboys who are here to watch the excitement. They usually rely on their family's wealth and power to run rampant and act recklessly in the ancient city.

However, their fathers had tried every means to curry favor with this bigwig, but to no avail.

Some fathers spared no expense to host lavish banquets and invite the old snake to attend, but they couldn't even get a glimpse of him; others went around asking people for connections, hoping to establish some relationship with the old snake, but all their efforts were in vain.

At this moment, these rich kids and spoiled brats looked at the old snake with shock and disbelief in their eyes, as if they had seen someone they never dared to imagine appear before them.

What shocked everyone even more, leaving them almost unable to believe their eyes, was that this powerful figure, who held sway over half of the martial arts world in the ancient city and was usually surrounded by a large entourage, whose every move captivated countless people, was now carrying a seemingly ordinary yet incredibly conspicuous opening flower basket! (End of Chapter)