My Ares Son-in-Law

The first two letters on a license plate are like a mysterious code, representing the vehicle's origin and department, carrying important information.

When those specific letter combinations appeared clearly in their eyes like a heavy hammer, a huge storm instantly surged in everyone's hearts, as if a calm lake had been swept by a category 12 typhoon, creating huge waves.

It was a shock that resonated deep within the soul, causing everyone's heart to race and their breathing to become rapid.

"West...Western Region...Special Martial Arts Army...?!"

In the crowd, someone, in a barely audible, tearful voice, trembled as they read out the prefix of the unit designation that represented the Dragon Kingdom's top combat force, symbolizing absolute strength and iron discipline.

The sound seemed to come from the distant horizon, carrying endless awe and fear.

Special forces are the elite of the Chinese military. They undertake the most dangerous and important combat missions, serving as the sharpest blades on the battlefield and the last line of defense for national security.

Every time they went into battle, they carried the expectations of the country and the people, and fought a desperate battle with the enemy with fearless courage and tenacious fighting spirit.

The Special Martial Arts Army is the elite of the elite. They not only possess all the skills and qualities of special forces, but also incorporate the essence of martial arts, giving them superhuman combat power and willpower.

They are the nation's sharpest blade, mysterious and powerful, rarely appearing in the public eye. Once they do appear, it means a major mission or event has occurred.

The SUV came to a steady stop, as if carrying a thousand pounds of weight. The sound of the tires hitting the ground was like heavy drumbeats, striking everyone's heart.

The car door slowly opened, and a tall, upright officer nimbly jumped out of the car.

He was wearing a crisp military uniform, every fold of which looked so neat, as if it had been measured with a ruler.

The stars on his shoulder insignia shimmered, symbolizing his rank and honors.

His face was resolute, as if carved by a knife and axe, every line exuding determination and courage.

His eyes were as sharp as a hawk's, as if they could see through all pretense and lies.

His gaze swept across the entire room as if it were a physical presence. His chilling military aura, like a cold wind, caused everyone who met his eyes to subconsciously lower their heads, not daring to meet his gaze.

That gaze contained an undeniable authority and power, inspiring awe in all who beheld it.

Then, with firm and standard military steps, each step seemed to be in rhythm, with a clear goal, he walked straight towards the end of the red carpet, towards Xiao Chen, who remained calm and composed throughout.

His steps were firm and powerful, as if he carried a mission and determination to convey some important information or task to Xiao Chen.

"Fuck!!!"

This curse, like a thunderclap, resounded through the crowd, instantly shattering the oppressive silence.

At that moment, the crowd on the periphery seemed to be struck by an invisible thunderbolt, their psychological defenses completely shattered.

They completely exploded, like a swarm of bees whose hornet's nest had been disturbed, in complete chaos; or like a pot of boiling water, churning and roaring.

Shock, fear, and disbelief were written all over everyone's faces; they looked as if they had witnessed the most incredible thing in the world.

"What the hell is this Xunjiang Group?!"

Someone shouted at the top of their lungs, their voice filled with anger and resentment, as if questioning why the world was so unfair.

"The Martial Arts Army! Even the Martial Arts Army has come! And it's the Special Forces Martial Arts Army!"

The other man's eyes widened, his mouth agape, shaking his head repeatedly as he spoke, as if trying to shake the absurd scene from his mind. "I can barely understand the City Lord's Mansion sending flower baskets—it might be policy support... but for the Martial Arts Army to send people is just too damn outrageous!"

"How are other people supposed to play now?!"

Another person stomped their feet in anger, waving their hands wildly in the air, as if this could vent their fear and helplessness.

Those who had previously been watching the show and mocking Xunjiang Group relentlessly now had faces as pale as paper, devoid of any color, looking as if they had swallowed a fly, the nausea churning in their stomachs; they also looked as if they had just crawled out of their graves, exuding a sinister aura.

Immense fear and regret gnawed at their hearts like venomous snakes, causing them immense suffering.

They began to doubt their previous judgment and regretted that they shouldn't have so easily mocked Xunjiang Group, but now it was all too late.

“Ms. Chen…”

Wang Haishan felt like he was about to collapse, as if all the strength in his body had been drained.

His clothes, inside and out, were soaked with cold sweat, sticking stickily to his skin and making him feel very uncomfortable.

His legs were as weak as noodles, and he had no strength at all. He barely managed to stay upright by holding onto the railing.

His hands gripped the railing tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force, as if it were his only support.

He is a businessman who has been navigating the business world for many years and has witnessed countless ups and downs.

He knew all too well that in China, a company's success often depended not so much on the product itself, but on the complex background and resources behind it.

Sometimes, a strong background can make a company dominate the market, while a weak background can make it difficult for an excellent company to move forward.

So what's behind Xunjiang Group today?
He is the uncrowned king of the ancient city's martial arts world, Old Serpent!

That figure, who held absolute power in the martial arts world and inspired fear in all, wielded influence throughout every corner of the ancient city. With just a word from him, he could unleash a storm in the martial arts world.

They are the top two officials who control the policy direction of the ancient city!
They hold a pivotal position on the political stage of the ancient city, and their decisions can influence the development direction of the entire city.

With their support, Xunjiang Group can obtain many preferential policies and conveniences.

Now, damn it, the Martial Arts Army with its powerful connections has been dragged into this too!

That was the elite force of the Dragon Kingdom's army, representing absolute strength and authority.

Their appearance undoubtedly added another powerful protective shield to the Xunjiang Group.

With such a combination, who would dare to challenge them?
Who can move it?!
Wang Haishan inwardly groaned. He knew that from this moment on, the Xunjiang Group was no longer someone like them could easily provoke.

A big family in the ancient city?
Ha, just hearing this name makes it sound like someone who can do whatever they want in this ancient city. It does sound very powerful, as if they have the ability to summon wind and rain and control everything.

But so what?

Faced with this unshakeable absolute power, as towering as a mountain, and a background as unfathomable as a mysterious black hole, what are powerful families?

They're not even worthy of carrying someone's shoes!

Like a self-important ant swaggering before a dragon, unaware that in the dragon's eyes, it doesn't even deserve a second glance. (End of Chapter)