My Ares Son-in-Law

How could a newly established group have such great power that it could attract top figures from the western region to support it?

What secret is hidden behind this?
Chen Ziyan's mind was filled with questions, but she couldn't find the answers.

She felt trapped in a huge mystery, and the more she thought about it, the more confused and afraid she became.

Chen Ziyan's body began to tremble uncontrollably, the trembling like a withered leaf shivering in the cold wind, carrying an indescribable fragility.

A deeper sense of powerlessness overwhelmed her like a tidal wave, enveloping her tightly and making it almost impossible for her to breathe.

She felt as if her legs were filled with lead, and every step she took was incredibly difficult, as if she were being held firmly in place by the hand of fate, unable to move.

However, just as she was immersed in this endless sense of powerlessness, the car did not speed straight toward the gate of Xunjiang Group like the previous vehicles.

Like an elegant cheetah, it slowly came to a stop in a secluded corner a little distance from the venue.

The sound of the car's brakes was exceptionally clear in the quiet environment, like a sigh of fate.

The driver quickly got out of the car; his movements were clean and efficient, and every detail revealed his professionalism and respect.

He strode to the back door, bent down slightly, and respectfully opened it with both hands, as if he were welcoming a distinguished king.

A woman leans forward gracefully, as if she has slowly stepped out of a beautiful painting.

She stepped out of the car, each step light and steady, as if she possessed an innate sense of rhythm.

She looked to be about thirty-five or thirty-six years old. Time hadn't left many marks on her face; on the contrary, she was very well-preserved and still retained her charm.

Her face vaguely resembled Zhou Keying's, but she possessed a more worldly shrewdness and coldness, and her eyes revealed an all-knowing wisdom and an unquestionable authority.

She wore a well-tailored Chanel suit, the exquisite cut perfectly outlining her graceful figure, as if it were made for her.

The warm-colored pearl necklace adorns her neck, each pearl radiating a soft and captivating glow, adding a touch of nobility and elegance.

She wore a pair of black velvet high heels, the heels striking the ground with a crisp, rhythmic sound, as if playing a magnificent melody that belonged to her.

Her overall demeanor is proud and dignified, as if she were born an aristocrat, out of place with her surroundings, like a dazzling pearl, radiating a brilliant light in an ordinary world.

When Chen Ziyan saw the woman's face clearly, she was stunned. Her eyes were filled with surprise and disbelief, as if she had seen an impossible miracle.

Suddenly, a light of almost ecstatic joy burst forth in her eyes, a light like a flash of lightning in the darkness, instantly illuminating her previously dull and lifeless face.

Because this woman is the real mastermind and core force behind this joint crackdown on Xunjiang Group!

She was like a commander hidden in the shadows, using her invisible hand to control this storm targeting the Xunjiang Group.

She was also the first to stand up and clearly state that she would crush the Xunjiang Group's power. Her tough attitude and resolute determination made everyone tremble with fear.

The reason why the major families in the ancient city dared to follow suit and block her so brazenly was largely to curry favor with this woman and the behemoth she represented.

They were like a bunch of sycophants, groveling before this woman, hoping to gain some benefits and protection from her. Her attitude, in a sense, represented the will of the Zhou family, one of the top wealthy families in the western region!

The Zhou family is a powerful force in the western region, possessing boundless wealth and immense influence.

This woman is like a sharp blade to the Zhou family, representing their authority and dignity. Anyone who dares to challenge the Zhou family will face her ruthless attacks.

In front of this woman whose methods were as powerful as thunder and whose background was as far-reaching as the heavens, what were those usually imposing officials in the ancient city?
They might be able to issue orders and control affairs in the ancient city, but compared to the enormous power behind this woman, they are as insignificant as ants.

What is an old snake anyway?
Although he was a dominant figure in the martial arts world of the ancient city, with many disciples under his command, he was ruthless and feared by all.

But compared to the Zhou family represented by this woman, his power was nothing but a drop in the ocean, utterly insignificant.

His so-called prestige was like a paper tiger in front of this woman, easily punctured.

Even that person who came to the Martial Arts Army just now, what does he amount to?
The Martial Arts Army may have a certain military background and strength, and it can cause quite a stir in the ancient city.

Compared to the Zhou family, they are nothing but a drop in the ocean.

The Zhou family has been deeply rooted in the western region for decades, like a towering tree with deep roots and lush branches.

Its profound heritage is like a bottomless pool, hiding countless secrets and powers; its immense energy is like a surging river, capable of overcoming all obstacles.

It is far beyond the reach of ordinary forces. Ordinary forces are like innocent children facing a powerful giant, utterly powerless against it.

The autumn wind along the riverbank carried a hint of chill, as if it were blowing from a distant place, making one shiver involuntarily.

It curled up a few withered yellow sycamore leaves, those leaves like lone geese that had lost their support, swirling in the air a few times, as if struggling to stay afloat.

In the end, they fell helplessly onto the roof of the parked black luxury car.

The car body was as smooth as a mirror, like a huge mirror, reflecting the gleaming glass curtain wall of the "Xunjiang Group" building not far away.

The glass curtain wall shimmered with colorful light under the sunlight, resembling a dreamlike castle.

The reflection also shows the bustling crowd at the entrance, dressed in all sorts of clothes, with different expressions on their faces—excitement, curiosity, or anticipation.

And there were neatly arranged flower baskets, with colorful flowers vying for attention and emitting a fragrant aroma, as if welcoming this grand event.

Wang Haishan, standing to the side, unconsciously squinted his eyes, the autumn wind making them feel a little sore.

His gaze swept past the throng of heads, which surged before him like waves.

He locked his gaze on the figure who had just stepped out of the back seat of the luxury car.

She was a woman wearing a navy blue Chinese-style cheongsam. The cheongsam was perfectly tailored, outlining her graceful figure.

A fine black fox fur coat was draped over her shoulders; its fur was jet black and glossy, soft and smooth, clearly a priceless treasure. (End of Chapter)