My Ares Son-in-Law

A biting wind, carrying dust from the street, rushed into the coffee shop, lifting the hem of Xiao Chen's black trench coat and making it flutter loudly.

The customers in the surrounding booths had already screamed and scattered in terror, but the atmosphere in the corner where they were located was extremely eerie.

Qin Xianglan froze on the spot, her body as if under a spell. After her heart stopped beating for three seconds, it suddenly began to pound wildly in her chest, with such force that it seemed to break free of the restraints on her ribs.

Blood rushed to my head, my ears were ringing, my vision blurred, my hands and feet were ice cold, and I almost lost consciousness.

She stared intently at the deadly bullet on the table, then slowly turned her stiff neck to look at Xiao Chen…

He remained standing in the same spot, his posture upright, his eyebrows unmoved, his eyelids slightly lowered, and his face expressionless, as if he had merely brushed the dust off his sleeves.

Broken glass, howling cold wind, scattering crowds, deadly sniper shots—all of these were insignificant background elements to him.

A moment later, Xiao Chen raised his eyes, his gaze falling on Qin Xianglan's pale, bloodless face. His tone remained indifferent, without a ripple of emotion: "Good luck."

He caught a bullet from a supersonic sniper rifle with his bare hands?

Still just a few meters away, it arrived first despite being behind, relying solely on a hand made of flesh and blood.

Qin Xianglan's pupils dilated in shock, her mind went completely blank as if she had been struck by a heavy hammer.

Born into the Qin family, she had seen countless top martial artists... There were internal martial arts masters who could split bricks and shatter stones, top bodyguards who could move through a hail of bullets, and even reclusive experts who were rumored to be able to dodge ordinary bullets.

But those people's limits were like child's play in the face of this scene!
Supersonic armor-piercing projectile! With an initial velocity exceeding 1,200 meters per second, it is powerful enough to tear through the steel plates of an armored vehicle. Its kinetic energy is so great that even a glancing blow can cause a fatal injury!
Xiao Chen not only accurately predicted the bullet's trajectory, but also arrived at a speed far exceeding that of the bullet, using an invisible barrier half an inch in front of his palm to forcefully stop the deadly bullet!

This is beyond the comprehension of a "powerful martial artist"!

This is simply...inhuman!
A chill even more bone-chilling than when she faced death directly shot from the soles of Qin Xianglan's feet to the top of her head, making the hairs on her body stand on end.

This time, the fear didn't come from the deadly threat of an assassin lurking in the shadows, but from the unfathomable young man before them... His strength had become so terrifying that it instilled despair in people!

She snapped back to reality, suppressing the turmoil surging within her, and with trembling fingertips, pulled a specially made, encrypted phone—completely black and without any markings—from her limited-edition Hermès handbag.

The moment she pressed her fingerprint to unlock, the paleness and fear on her face completely vanished, replaced by a chilling, icy killing intent.

“I was attacked in a booth on the second floor of ‘Genting Cafe’.”

Her voice was frighteningly calm, without a trace of emotion, yet it carried a chilling sense of oppression: "Sniper, pinpoint the high ground in the southeast block, no more than 500 meters away."

"I'll give you ten minutes. I need to see the person alive, or... the exact location of their hiding place and the identity of the assassin, down to the house number."

She paused, then added, her tone almost tangible with murderous intent: "If you're one second late, you'll be sent to the family's punishment hall."

"You know the consequences better than I do."

She hung up the phone decisively, the screen automatically dimmed, and turned to look at Xiao Chen, her eyes filled with an extremely complex expression... gratitude, fear, inquiry, and apprehension, like a spilled palette, intertwined and entangled.

"Mr. Xiao, thank you for saving my life."

Qin Xianglan took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling slightly, and said in an extremely solemn tone, "If it weren't for your intervention, I would already be a cold corpse by now."

"I, Qin Xianglan, will remember this favor, and the entire Qin family will remember it too!" "In the future, if you ever have any needs, even if it requires the Qin family to give up everything, we will never..."

"No need."

Xiao Chen's calm and even voice interrupted her.

He didn't even turn around; he simply started walking towards the stairwell.

The hem of his black trench coat swept across the shards of glass scattered on the floor, making a soft scraping sound. His voice carried along the empty corridor, tinged with a detached indifference, as if looking down upon all living beings.

"As I've said before, the Qin family's favors are of no value to me."

The moment he finished speaking, his figure disappeared around the corner of the stairs, leaving only a solitary and resolute afterimage.

Qin Xianglan stood alone beside the messy booth, frozen in place.

The broken French windows continued to drip shards of glass, the specially made armor-piercing bullet on the table still maintained its perfect streamline, and the hem of the cheongsam was soaked with the spilled coffee, making it look quite disheveled.

The cold wind howled in through the window, blowing the stray hairs on her forehead and stirring her turbulent emotions.

The impact of this man named Xiao Chen and the Reverse Scale Sword in his hand was far more deadly and far-reaching than that of the supersonic sniper bullet.

His statement, "The Qin family's favors are of no value to me," was like an ice-cold awl, shattering Qin Xianglan's last shred of composure and sense of superiority.

Countless celebrities, nobles, and scions of prominent families have spent fortunes just to have a word with Qin Xianglan.
How many top wealthy families would willingly bow down and submit to the Qin family just to obtain a verbal promise?

What those people flocked to was, in Xiao Chen's eyes, less than the dust on the roadside, and not even worth a second glance.

What she saw in his eyes was not feigned aloofness or youthful arrogance, but genuine...disdain.

This feeling stirred within her a mix of absurdity, anger, and a sense of frustration that she herself was unwilling to admit.

Her family background, looks, skills, and connections, which she was so proud of, all seemed to lose their weight in front of this man.

Qin Xianglan slowly walked back to the booth, avoiding the sharp shards of glass on the floor, and sat down on the still intact sofa, gently closing her eyes.

Slender, pale fingers pressed against her throbbing temples, trying to dispel the rare irritability and confusion.

She didn't leave, nor did she call anyone to clean up the scene; she simply waited quietly, radiating a cold aura that kept strangers at bay.

Ten minutes, no more, no less.

Light but hurried footsteps came from outside the coffee shop. Two tall men in black suits dragged a man whose limbs were twisted at bizarre angles and whose face was covered in blood. They quickly passed through the broken window area and came to Qin Xianglan.

The two men moved swiftly, their eyes sharp as eagles, exuding a strong aura of murderous intent; they were clearly top-tier assassins trained by the Qin family.

"Miss, the person has been brought."

One of them reported in a low, respectful voice, "The sniper is hiding on the rooftop of the 'Global Office Building,' about 400 meters to the southeast. We have him under control." (End of Chapter)