My Ares Son-in-Law

The room was dimly lit, as if covered with a layer of dust. An old incandescent bulb on the ceiling cast a pale halo, stretching the shadows long and oppressively making it hard to breathe.

Huang Fengqiang was brought in.

His hands and feet were bound by thick alloy shackles, each step producing a sharp, rattling sound. His gait was unsteady, yet his back remained ramrod straight, like a pine tree bent by a fierce wind but not broken. His cheeks were sunken, his eyes deep-set, and his cloudy pupils held no life, only a deathly coldness, like a lone wolf dying in the wilderness, staring intently at Xiao Chen with wariness and numbness.

Xiao Chen took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, pulled one out and handed it to him, asking in a flat tone, "Want one?"

Huang Fengqiang did not react at all. Suddenly, his hands, which were shackled, were raised and slammed heavily onto the metal table!
"Clang...!"

A deafening explosion erupted in the enclosed space, causing eardrums to ache and echoing for a long time.

Xiao Chen smiled faintly and casually waved his hand.

An invisible force exploded, and the specially made alloy shackles, which were said to be able to restrain martial arts masters at the Innate Realm, instantly shattered into several pieces, with fragments flying to the ground and making a crisp sound.

"what are you doing?!"

The nurse in charge of escorting Huang Fengqiang turned pale with fright and screamed, instinctively wanting to step forward to stop him.

Xiao Chen gave her a cold glance, his eyes as icy as winter frost, instantly freezing her in place: "This is a mental hospital, not a prison. He's a patient, not a death row inmate... What right do you have to put him in shackles?"

The nurse was so frightened that she trembled all over. Before she could say anything, a doctor in a white coat rushed in from outside the door, quickly pulled her away, and bowed repeatedly to Xiao Chen to apologize before leaving.

The nurse didn't know Xiao Chen's identity, but the doctor had already received an urgent notice from the garrison... This guy was someone even Ao Tianchen couldn't afford to offend, so who would dare to show the slightest disrespect?
After the two left, Xiao Chen placed the envelope containing the photos on the table and tapped the paper lightly with his fingertips: "Did you deliver this to my residence?"

Huang Fengqiang's gaze swept over the photo, his eyes showing no emotion whatsoever. Instead, a stiff, foolish smile tugged at the corners of his mouth as he mumbled indistinctly, "Hehe... letter... photo... hehe..."

Xiao Chen's fingers pressed against the edge of the envelope, his voice steady yet penetrating: "I know you're not crazy."

Huang Fengqiang's silly grin suddenly stopped.

“A madman can’t hide the lingering hatred in his eyes,” Xiao Chen continued, his tone certain. “You’re just pretending to be mad, waiting for an opportunity to overthrow the Ao family. Don’t worry, I’ve completely blocked the surveillance cameras here, and the walls are soundproof. No one outside can hear anything… Only I know every word you say.”

He looked at Huang Fengqiang's suddenly tense body and softened his tone: "I know you feel wronged, I know you don't believe there is any justice in this world, and you don't trust anyone. But since you gave me the photos, you just wanted me to help you... But you won't even tell the truth, how can I help you?"

Huang Fengqiang's facial muscles twitched slightly, and something seemed to be surging in his cloudy eyes.

"Isn't he just Li Sheng, Ao Tianchen's brother-in-law?" Xiao Chen changed the subject, his tone resolute and unwavering. "Don't worry, he won't live much longer. I'll kill him myself. Not only him, but the entire Ao family, everyone involved in what happened back then, will have to pay the price for their actions."

He flicked his cigarette ash, his gaze sharp as a sword: "If the wicked go unpunished and the good are only wronged and humiliated, then what kind of king am I, the God of War?"

"You..." Huang Feng's eyes widened suddenly, his cloudy pupils contracted instantly, and he stared at Xiao Chen in disbelief, his voice hoarse as if it had been sanded: "Who do you say you are? No... impossible! The God of War has been famous for decades, how can he be so young?"

Xiao Chen took out a lighter and lit a cigarette for Huang Fengqiang. He also lit one for himself, and the smoke curled up, blurring his cold profile.

“Many times, we have no choice in the face of injustice in this world.” He took a drag of his cigarette, slowly exhaled a smoke ring, and his words fell sharply like a knife. “But some choices are in our own hands… such as whether to believe me or whether to seek justice.”

“Many people say that justice delayed is not justice.” He looked at Huang Fengqiang’s reddened eyes and said firmly, “But I don’t think so. Even if justice is delayed by ten or twenty years, as long as it comes, it is the best consolation for those who have been wronged. Otherwise, those who have died and those who have been humiliated will forever remain buried at the bottom of the sea.”

He paused, then dropped a bombshell: "I didn't know about your situation before, but now that I do, I will never stand idly by. Your family... I cannot be brought back to life, but you may not know that back then, an old man from the Underworld with a conscience secretly hid your three-year-old son and sent him to a farmer's family in the countryside to be raised."

Xiao Chen's gaze was fixed on Huang Fengqiang: "He's still alive. He's doing very well. He's eight years old now, in elementary school, and his grades are among the best."

"He...my son...is he still alive?"

Huang Feng jumped up from the chair, trembling all over. His cloudy eyes instantly became bloodshot, and tears rolled down his face like broken beads. His voice was choked and incoherent, and his hands were clenched into fists so tightly that his nails almost dug into his flesh.

After a long while, he took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his surging emotions. His face returned to its numbness, and his voice was dry: "You can go."

He's just another arrogant young man. Ao Tianchen wields immense power, and the Ao family has deep roots; how could he be brought down so easily?

But his son is still alive... That's enough. Even if he dies a pathetic death in a mental hospital, he can rest in peace.

Just as he was feeling disheartened and preparing to sit back down in his chair...

A terrifying aura, enough to freeze the air, suddenly exploded in the small meeting room!

Huang Feng suddenly opened his eyes, his hair standing on end!

Xiao Chen slowly turned around, and his entire demeanor had completely transformed! He was no longer the calm young man who had just been talking, but rather a god of death who had emerged from a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood!
His eyes were as deep as an abyss, and the surging murderous aura was almost tangible, filling the sky and the earth! A chilling aura that surpassed all things and held the power of life and death pressed down like a curtain, instantly enveloping the entire space!

The air seemed to freeze, and Huang Fengqiang even felt that he was having difficulty breathing. His heart felt like it was being squeezed by an invisible hand, and his blood was about to stop flowing!

"Huang Fengqiang!"

Xiao Chen's voice wasn't loud, but it was like a thunderclap from the heavens, carrying an immense pressure that penetrated straight to the soul, crashing down on every inch of the meeting room! The air trembled, the walls seemed to hum, and that unquestionable kingly will descended like Mount Tai pressing down!

"Now, do you still doubt my identity?" (End of Chapter)