My Ares Son-in-Law

Upon hearing this, Lü Tian smiled slightly: "Brother Zhao, why kneel? Sit down and drink with us. We will naturally fulfill our promise to you. After all, we on Jiyin Island value our reputation. However, we have some other matters to attend to, so your matter will have to be postponed for now."

Zhao Qiming was struck dumb, his face turning deathly pale, and his voice trembled: "Mr. Lü Tian! You...you can't be joking! We clearly agreed that if I helped you obtain all the core data of the 'Spark' project, you would guarantee my safety, take me to the Extreme Yin Island, and...and give me 100 million diamond coins!"

"One hundred million diamond coins?" Hua Zang revealed a sly smile. "Of course, I will definitely give you what I promised. Didn't Brother Lü Tian just say that we still have some things to do? You have to help us. After it's done, I will definitely give it to you and fulfill your wish."

"No! That's not what we said before," Zhao Qiming said anxiously.

"What? You don't want to do it?"

Hua Zang's face was gloomy.

Zhao Qiming hurriedly shook his head: "I'll do it, I'll do it. What do you gentlemen want me to do?"

Hua Zang then smiled: "It's very simple. I'm sure the people from the Xunjiang Group are looking for you. You deliberately exposed yourself to lure them here. We want Xiao Chen to come with us to Jiyin Island. Such a talent is rare!"

"No...no way!"

Zhao Qiming shook his head repeatedly. He knew how formidable Xiao Chen was; he couldn't afford to offend him.

With a muffled thud, Zhao Qiming was kicked backward, his gold-rimmed glasses flying off and landing on the carpet. He clutched his aching chest and coughed violently.

"No?!" Hua Zang looked down at Zhao Qiming condescendingly, her spittle almost landing on his face. "You lowly dog! Serving the great 'Shadow Clan' is an honor you've earned in your past lives! And you dare to refuse?!"

Lu Tian and the others also sneered repeatedly. Lu Tian, ​​in particular, deliberately stood up, walked to Zhao Qiming's side, and kicked him in the face with his toe, his tone full of extreme contempt: "Someone like you, if you weren't still somewhat useful, believe me, we would have killed you!"

“You have already betrayed your country and your company. If you don’t do what we say, do you think you have any future? Do you think those people will let you off the hook?”

Zhao Qiming lay on the ground, his body trembling violently from extreme anger and fear. He clenched his teeth so hard that his gums almost bled, wishing he could pounce on them and tear these two treacherous bastards to pieces.

However, when he looked up and saw the cold gazes of these people, the surge of passion he had just felt instantly froze.

It’s over.

They had no intention of keeping their promise. Xunjiang Group was gone, and he had no place in the Dragon Kingdom anymore. His life was utterly ruined!
Damn it! He must have been out of his mind to believe these heartless beasts!

A wave of desperate regret washed over him. He struggled to his feet, picked up his glasses from the ground, and put them on, trying to maintain the last shred of dignity. His voice was hoarse and hollow: "I...I'll take my leave now."

After saying that, he turned around and tried to move towards the door.

Hua Zang's eyes turned cold, and she waved her hand lightly.

The two black-clad warriors behind him, who were like stone statues, moved. Their figures were like ghosts. In an instant, they grabbed Zhao Qiming's shoulders from the left and right. Their powerful strength almost crushed his bones. Then, they pressed him face down onto the cold mahogany coffee table!

"You lowly stray dog, did I give you permission to leave?" Hua Zang's voice was like a venomous snake's hiss. "Get rid of him, cleanly." Zhao Qiming was terrified, struggling desperately, but in the hands of those two rigorously trained martial artists, his resistance was like an ant trying to shake a tree. In his horrified peripheral vision, he caught a glimpse of another martial artist behind him, who had slowly drawn his gleaming sword, the cold blade reflecting his face contorted with extreme fear.

"No! No! My lords! I was wrong! I don't want anything anymore! I don't want the money! I won't go to Jiyin Island! Please, please let me go! Please let me go! I won't tell anyone about Jiyin Island!" Zhao Qiming cried and wailed, his crotch instantly soaked, the foul liquid dripping onto the expensive carpet.

Hua Zang frowned in disgust and sneered, "You're fucking disgusting. If you want to live, your only way out is to work for us and lure that guy surnamed Xiao out, otherwise..."

The swordsman was expressionless, holding the sword in one hand, with the tip of the sword pointed at Zhao Qiming's back, about to stab him down!
At this critical moment, a voice as cold as the Siberian permafrost rang out unexpectedly from the corner of the room:

"Who gave you the audacity to touch my people, Xiao Chen's people?"

The voice wasn't loud, but it carried a chilling coldness that pierced to the bone, causing everyone in the suite to freeze in place.

There were clearly only a few of them in the room, so where was the sound coming from?
Everyone looked in horror toward the sound!

In the shadows near the French windows, a young man dressed in black had quietly leaned against the curtains. A lit cigarette was between his fingers, and through the swirling smoke, his deep eyes were indifferently watching them, as if they were looking at a group of dead men.

An indescribable chill instantly crept up everyone's spine.

Their pupils constricted sharply, as if they had seen a ghost in broad daylight!
When did this guy appear? There are so many people guarding the outside, how did he manage to get in so quietly? Is he a human or a ghost?
Pressed down on the coffee table, Zhao Qiming, in extreme fear, recognized the voice. As if grasping at the last straw, he screamed with all his might, "Mr. Xiao! Mr. Xiao, save me! Save me!"

"Mr. Xiao?"

Hua Zang and the others exchanged glances, seeing surprise and doubt in each other's eyes, but this was quickly replaced by ruthlessness. Whoever he was, having witnessed all of this, he had to die!

"Kill him! Bring the body here!" Hua Zang ordered sternly.

"understand!"

Without hesitation, a black-clad martial artist closest to the youth leaped up! With a "clang," the longsword at his waist was drawn, bringing with it a sharp arc of light and whipping up a whistling wind, slashing down fiercely towards the youth's head at the window with the force of splitting mountains and shattering rocks!
This sword strike was swift, ruthless, and precise, demonstrating the user's superb killing skills.

However, faced with this deadly sword strike that could cleave an ordinary person in two, the young man known as "Mr. Xiao" didn't even change his posture. He watched the rapidly approaching blade and simply raised his hand and waved it casually.

The next moment, a thorn appeared out of thin air, and then shot out with a biting cold wind! A barely perceptible whistling sound even rang out in the air!

"Pfft-"

A soft yet chilling piercing sound rang out.

The thorns, those seemingly soft and weak thorns, pierced the martial artist's forehead with unparalleled precision in a way that defied the laws of physics! (End of Chapter)