My Ares Son-in-Law

What happened next sent chills down everyone's spines—the two bigwigs actually accepted two carefully prepared opening flower baskets from their accompanying secretaries.

The flower basket was brightly colored, the flowers were delicate and beautiful, and they exuded a fragrance. It was clear that they had been carefully selected and arranged.

Their faces wore an almost formulaic expression, yet at this moment it appeared incredibly solemn, without a trace of perfunctoriness, as if this were the most important thing to them at that moment.

Then, with steady steps, they walked straight toward the entrance of Xunjiang Group, each step seemingly touching people's hearts and making their hearts beat faster involuntarily.

“Miss Chen…then…what about those two…”

Wang Haishan's voice had completely changed, now tinged with sobs, filled with fear and despair, like a wild beast chased to the brink of despair by a hunter.

His legs trembled uncontrollably, like two reeds being blown by a gale, as if they might collapse to the ground at any moment.

The shirt underneath was already soaked with cold sweat, clinging tightly to his back and bringing a chill to his bones. Even the outermost suit jacket could be felt to be wet, as if it had just been pulled out of the water.

Chen Ziyan's face was so gloomy it looked like it could drip water, like the oppressive dark clouds before a storm.

She clenched her teeth and forced out a few words: "You're asking me? Who am I supposed to ask!"

The voice was filled with anger and helplessness, as if the speaker himself had been caught off guard by this sudden turn of events.

Just then, the sudden appearance of the two highest-ranking officials of the ancient city was like pouring a ladle of cold water into a boiling oil pan, instantly plunging all the media reporters into complete frenzy!
The reporters, who were originally taking photos and recording the scene in an orderly manner, suddenly rushed to the best shooting positions as if they were being chased and bitten by a pack of mad dogs.

The sound of camera shutters rang out like a sudden storm, the "click-click" sound incessant, as if a fierce battle was raging.

The flashes of light were almost continuous, creating a blinding white light that made the entire scene as bright as day.

The crowd erupted in chaos!

The signal this sends is too strong and too unbelievable!
It was like a bomb exploding in the crowd, creating huge waves.

People whispered among themselves, their faces filled with shock and disbelief.

Some people stared wide-eyed, their mouths agape enough to fit an egg.

Some people kept rubbing their eyes, wondering if they were seeing things.

Others kept shaking their heads, muttering, "How is this possible? How is this possible..."

Those media reporters who had previously published various reports mocking and smearing Xunjiang Group in order to grab attention were now as pale as paper, like puppets whose souls had been taken away.

They frantically pulled out their phones, their fingers clicking wildly on the screen, shouting almost at the top of their lungs into the phone: "Editor-in-chief! Editor-in-chief! Immediately, right now, remove all reports about Xunjiang Group!"

"Delete all inappropriate comments! Now!"

The voice was filled with fear and panic, as if a second's delay would bring disaster.

Just kidding! This matter is no longer just a simple commercial ban; it has actually involved two powerful figures at the highest levels of the ancient city!
The appearance of these two important figures was like a Damocles' sword hanging over everyone's heads, ready to fall at any moment.

Who would dare to show the slightest disrespect to Xunjiang Group at this time?
That's like an old man eating poison – he's tired of living!
Who knows, I might be the next one to suffer. Not only will I lose my job, but I might also get into even bigger trouble.

However, just as everyone's nerves were stretched to their limit by the continuous impact, like a rubber band stretched to its limit, almost about to snap with a "snap," the deep and powerful roar of a car engine came from the distant intersection once again.

The sound, like the low growl of an ancient beast, approached from afar, carrying an irresistible sense of oppression, slowly seeping into everyone's ears.

As people's eyes subconsciously followed the source of the sound, trying to make out the slowly approaching vehicle, the entire perimeter of Xunjiang Group seemed to be completely enveloped by an invisible yet heavy pressure.

The pressure, as if it were a tangible substance, weighed heavily on everyone's hearts, making it hard to breathe.

The air seemed to freeze in that instant, becoming thick and heavy.

Everyone's heart felt as if it were being gripped tightly by a cold, large hand, suspended in mid-air, each beat feeling so difficult and painful.

A sense of oppression from the depths of my soul enveloped my entire body, as if I were tightly bound by an invisible cocoon, making it almost impossible to breathe, as if I would be crushed by this pressure at any moment.

Several reporters who were taking photos, who were focused on pressing the shutter button, suddenly had their arms frozen in mid-air, as if they had been frozen in place.

My fingers seemed to have lost all feeling, curling up numbly. I even forgot to press the shutter button, just staring blankly in the direction from which the sound came.

The entire scene fell into a deathly silence that was even more thorough and chilling than when the old snake had appeared before.

The surroundings were eerily quiet, like a desolate graveyard, with not a sound to be heard.

There was no rustling of leaves in the wind, no whispering of people, and even the chirping of insects in the distance had vanished without a trace, leaving only the roar of car engines echoing in the air.

The family members and entrepreneurs who had been waiting to see the joke were now frozen in place, as if under a spell.

Their bodies stood stiffly in place, motionless, their eyes wide open, almost popping out of their sockets, as if they had witnessed the most incredible thing in the world.

Their expressions froze in utter horror, their mouths slightly open but unable to utter a sound, like comical sculptures in a museum, frozen in this terrifying moment.

What did they see?
Those were two military off-road vehicles, entirely camouflaged green, like cheetahs in the jungle, with sharp and smooth lines, exuding a fierce and ruthless aura.

The camouflage green color shimmered with a mysterious and aloof light under the sunlight, as if telling a story of their extraordinary identity.

The vehicle is tall and imposing, with wide and sturdy tires. Every detail showcases its strength and resilience, as if it could break through any obstacle and forge ahead at any moment.

Some people with a deep understanding of military organization and insignia couldn't help but look down when they saw the two military off-road vehicles appear, staring intently at the white military license plates prominently displayed on the front of the vehicles.

The white license plate exuded a solemn and dignified aura under the sunlight, each character seemingly containing boundless power. (End of Chapter)