My Ares Son-in-Law

Zhou Fenfang clenched her fists tightly, her nails digging deep into her palms, yet she felt no pain whatsoever.

Her eyes burned with the flames of anger and resentment, as if she wanted to burn everything in front of her to ashes.

But... what can I do even if I'm unwilling to accept it?!

She knew in her heart that she was not omnipotent in this war without gunfire.

The two high-ranking officials in the ancient city usually wield great power and influence, but the Zhou family also has its own methods.

She could use her family's connections and resources to pressure them into "retiring" early and withdrawing from the conflict.

In her view, this was not a difficult task.

That old snake with an unknown background is elusive and ruthless.

But the Zhou family has been in the business world for many years, what kind of storms haven't they seen?

She could use any business tactics to attack him, cut off his cash flow, sabotage his business, and put him in dire straits.

She was confident that she had enough ability and wisdom to corner him.

Even the person with a martial arts background seemed incredibly powerful, inspiring awe in others.

However, she was not without options. She could use various connections to maintain a balance of power within the martial arts and military circles, making him hesitant to act rashly.

She believed that, if used properly, no one was invincible.

The Zhou family may not be afraid of any of these things, and they have room to maneuver.

In her plan, as long as she implemented it step by step, victory would eventually belong to her.

However, only the Wang family!

Only this Wang Kun in front of me!

It was like an insurmountable mountain blocking her way, making her feel utterly desperate and helpless.

Unless absolutely necessary, in a life-or-death situation, her brother Zhou Yanhe would absolutely, positively not allow the Zhou family to directly offend or wage war against them!

Zhou Yanhe knew the power of the Wang family. He understood that making enemies of the Wang family was like throwing an egg against a rock, which would bring annihilation to the Zhou family.

No matter how strong the Zhou family's economic power or how vast their business empire, what does it matter?

Faced with absolute power and profound historical heritage, it is ultimately nothing more than a castle in the air, a mirage, seemingly magnificent but actually vulnerable.

Several of Wang Kun's students and former subordinates have now even taken up important positions in the capital!
They hold a pivotal position in politics, and their words and actions can influence national policy decisions.

Its influence extends throughout the martial arts world and the secular world, deeply rooted, like a towering tree with lush branches and leaves.

How can a businessman fight against a family that has such a huge influence and intricate connections in the Dragon Kingdom?
It's like a tiny ant trying to challenge an elephant; it has absolutely no chance of winning.

If Wang Kun really got angry and used all the connections and power he had accumulated throughout his life, he might actually have the ability to destroy everything that the Zhou family had worked so hard to build up over generations in a short period of time.

By then, the Zhou family's glory will have vanished, and all their efforts will have been in vain.

Thinking of this, her body trembled involuntarily, and a chill ran from the soles of her feet straight to her head.

Just as Zhou Fenfang was filled with despair, feeling as if she had fallen into an ice cellar, her heart ashen as if all life had been drained from her, and she was as listless and dejected as a soulless shell, dragging her heavy and disheveled steps, preparing to lead the equally dejected group behind her to slink away from this place where she had suffered such humiliation, where her dignity had been trampled underfoot, fate seemed to be playing a cruel joke on her. Behind her, in the previously quiet and somewhat oppressive air, Wang Kun's deep yet penetrating voice clearly rang out.

At this moment, the sound was like a bombshell, exploding instantly in her already chaotic mind.

This time, the voice was directed at none other than Xiao Chen.

This young man, whom she once regarded as a thorn in her side and someone she wanted to trample underfoot, was now being ruthlessly crushed.

Moreover, the tone of voice was as gentle as a spring breeze, carrying a touch of warmth; the choice of words was even more careful, as if afraid of disturbing something.

"Mr. Xiao, I'm sorry I'm late and have disturbed you."

That voice was like a ray of warm sunshine in winter, warm yet carrying a hint of barely perceptible apology.

Even, there was a subtle, almost imperceptible...respect?

This respect, like a mountain peak hidden in the clouds, is not very obvious, but it is real and cannot be ignored.

This was a stark contrast to the icy, cold demeanor he displayed when speaking to her earlier—a world of difference!

When he was facing her just now, Wang Kun's voice was like a sharp ice blade, cold and piercing, and every word seemed to carry endless pressure, making it hard for her to breathe.

But now, when facing Xiao Chen, he becomes so gentle and humble.

Furthermore, what did he call Xiao Chen?
"Mr. Xiao"?
These three simple words were given with such solemn respect!

In her understanding, the word "Mr." represents respect and admiration; it is a respectful title for people of status, position, and talent.

Wang Kun, a prominent figure in both politics and the underworld, actually used such an honorific title to address Xiao Chen.

Zhou Fenfang felt her feet suddenly go soft, as if she were stepping on a ball of cotton and had lost her support.

My vision went black for a moment, as if I had suddenly been locked in a dark room and couldn't see anything.

Her body began to sway uncontrollably, and she almost stumbled and fell to the ground.

She hurriedly grabbed the car door beside her, the cold touch of the door helping her regain her balance.

The immense shock, like a thousand destructive waves, crashed against her already crumbling mental defenses with even greater ferocity.

These monstrous waves, one after another, relentlessly battered the banks of her heart.

At this moment, her inner world seemed to shake violently, with skyscrapers collapsing and rivers changing course, completely crumbling into ruins.

She couldn't understand why Wang Kun was so polite to Xiao Chen, or why Xiao Chen received such respect. All of this was far beyond her imagination.

She felt her head buzzing, as if countless bees were flying around her ears, and her legs were as weak as noodles. If it weren't for her last bit of stubbornness and unwillingness, she probably would have collapsed to the ground long ago.

But she knew she couldn't give up now, not even just to figure out what was going on.

So she forced herself to steady her almost scattered mind. Her once bright and spirited eyes were now bloodshot, and her gaze became empty and confused.

With her last ounce of strength, she jerked her head around, the movement so large that it sent several stray strands of hair flying wildly through the air. (End of Chapter)