My Ares Son-in-Law

Given Wang Li's status, he would naturally disdain to directly take action against such a minor character; that would be too beneath him and would be unbecoming of the head of the Wang family.

But he had plenty of ways to make the other party submit. After all, in this western region, there was nothing Wang Li wanted to do that he couldn't do.

He leaned forward slightly, his already tall frame now even more imposing, like a mountain about to collapse, making it hard to breathe.

His voice was even lower, yet it struck the other person's heart like a heavy hammer: "I'll count to three."

The voice, though soft, carried an irresistible majesty, as if God were issuing a judgment.

He paused, deliberately giving the other person time to process their fear.

During this brief pause, the atmosphere became increasingly tense, like a taut string that could snap at any moment.

Then, he declared clearly, word by word: "If this piece of junk is still an eyesore here after these three counts... I guarantee that you, and the people behind you, will clearly and plainly understand what my Wang family... truly means in this territory of the Western Region."

His tone was calm, as if he were simply stating an ordinary fact, but the power contained in his words was like a volcano about to erupt, sending chills down one's spine.

His words contained no direct threats, no desperate roars, and no menacing intimidation, but the undeniable domineering presence and the terrifying power hidden beneath the calm felt like an invisible, chilling wind that swept through the hearts of everyone present.

Everyone present who heard it couldn't help but shudder.

Everyone seemed to see the Wang family dominating the western region, their hearts filled with awe and fear.

"one."

Wang Li slowly uttered the first number, and that cold number echoed in the middle-aged man's ears like a death knell.

The middle-aged man shuddered violently, as if he had been electrocuted. His face turned deathly pale, devoid of any color, and large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, soaking his collar.

His body trembled uncontrollably, as if he were in a frozen wasteland, and his teeth chattered.

"two."

Wang Li's voice remained steady, without the slightest hint of urging, but it carried an even heavier pressure, like an invisible mountain pressing down on the middle-aged man, almost causing him to kneel on the ground.

The middle-aged man's legs began to go weak. He felt like a lamb to the slaughter, powerless to resist Wang Li, the hunter.

His eyes were filled with despair and helplessness; he could only look at Wang Li with longing, hoping that he would show leniency.

"three……"

As the final syllable of the third tone still trembled in the air and had not yet fully escaped from his lips, the middle-aged man felt as if a cat had been viciously stomped on the tail by an invisible yet fierce foot.

In an instant, all the muscles in his body tensed up, and every cell burst forth with unprecedented energy. His originally hunched body was now launched out like a spring.

It moved so fast that it left a blurry afterimage in the air.

He lunged at the white jade Pixiu lying quietly on the ground in an almost frenzied manner.

The Pixiu was pure white, with crisscrossing cracks, as if it carried endless mystery and misfortune.

But at that moment, the middle-aged man didn't care about any of that. He used both his hands and feet, like a drowning person grasping at the last straw, to lift the person off the ground with great difficulty.

His arms were wrapped tightly around the Pixiu, as if he wanted to merge it into his own body, holding it tightly in his arms. It was as if it was not an ornament that everyone regarded as an ominous object, but his only support in this turbulent time, the sole sustenance of his life.

Due to excessive force, his knuckles turned bluish-white, like withered branches covered in ice and snow, revealing a sense of determination and tragedy.

Veins bulged on his forehead, and sweat slid down his cheeks, dripping onto the cold surface of the Pixiu, where it evaporated instantly, leaving streaks of water.

He knows it too well!
My status in the Zhou family is nothing more than that of a kept dog.

Perhaps, compared to ordinary dogs, he can still wag his tail and beg for food from his owner, thus having a slightly higher status.

But in the face of a behemoth like the Wang family, he was utterly insignificant, like an ant that could be easily crushed.

If Wang Li really wanted to deal with him, given the power and methods of the Wang family, it would be a catastrophe for him.

In order to quell the Wang family's anger and maintain their relationship with the Wang family, the Zhou family would definitely not hesitate to discard him like a piece of useless trash.

When that time comes, he will be left helpless, crying out to heaven and earth, forced to swallow all the bitterness in silence, with no one to care or pity him.

Faced with absolute power, he knew he was powerless to resist and could only choose to submit and desperately try to save himself, even if the way he did so seemed so humble and ridiculous.

"Old... Boss..."

After doing all this, he was like a stray dog ​​abandoned by its master, begging for mercy. He hugged the cold Pixiu statue, his body trembling, looking anxiously and helplessly at Zhou Fenfang standing not far away.

His eyes were filled with fear and pleading, and his voice was choked with sobs, as if a child about to be drowned was calling for help.

He hoped that the lady of the house could step forward at this time, as always, to shelter him from the wind and rain, to shield him from the overwhelming pressure, and to allow him to find a moment of peace in this turbulent situation.

"Put it down!"

Zhou Fenfang clenched her teeth, each word seeming to be squeezed out from between her teeth.

Just now, Wang Li's sudden appearance was like a bolt from the blue, completely pulling her out of the quagmire of shock.

At that moment, she came to her senses and glanced at her servant. She saw him holding the object that he shouldn't have taken back, his body trembling like a leaf, his face full of fear and embarrassment.

That wretched appearance was like a sharp thorn piercing straight into her eyes. She felt a burning sensation on her face, as if she had been slapped hard in public. The sense of shame overwhelmed her like a tidal wave.

Anger surged within her instantly, raging within her chest as if it would burst her body apart.

Her voice, sharp and cold as if tempered with ice, suddenly rang out in the somewhat oppressive space, carrying an unquestionable authority and command: "What the Zhou family gives away, there is no reason for us to take back!"

"This is the Zhou family's rule, and it's about the Zhou family's reputation!"

"Who dares to let you take it back?"

"Put it down!"

The voice was like a sharp ice blade, piercing straight at the servant, causing him to tremble involuntarily. (End of Chapter)