My Ares Son-in-Law

Xiao Chen didn't kill Qin Mu, but he crippled his mind, thus avenging himself while leaving room for maneuver. It was a win-win situation, and things didn't deteriorate to the point of no return.

Li Can quickly took a sealed document from his adjutant, walked briskly to Xiao Chen, and respectfully handed it over with both hands: "Mr. Xiao, the investigation results are in, and they completely match our deductions."

"These are the preliminary evidence chains we have collected, including recordings and bank transfer records of the New Martial Society bribing troublemakers and faking drug-induced deaths. They are clear and compelling enough."

He paused, then continued his report: "In addition, the online public opinion has begun to reverse. Unexpectedly, many users who previously claimed to be 'victims' have come forward to clarify."

“They said they were bribed or coerced, and some even came forward on their own initiative to point out that this was a malicious business conspiracy against Xunjiang Group and to speak out for us…”

Changing the subject, Li Can's tone became more serious: "However, the most troublesome issue right now is the 'critically ill patients' in the hospital."

"They are all innocent ordinary people who were caught up in this mess. They are weak and unconscious. Modern medical treatment is completely ineffective for them, and no cause can be found. I wonder if you, Mr. Xiao, have any solutions..."

Before he could finish speaking, Xiao Chen nodded slowly, his tone crisp and decisive: "Take me to the nearest hospital."

"Understood!" Li Can immediately responded and hurriedly arranged for vehicles, not daring to delay for even a moment.

Xiao Chen wasn't one to meddle in other people's business, but then he thought that these people were ultimately being used as pawns by the scum of the Capital New Martial Arts Association and dragged into this turmoil because of him and the Xunjiang Group.

Those people act only for their own ends, disregarding human life and never caring about the lives of ordinary people. But Xiao Chen has his own bottom line; he will not allow these scum to use innocent people as scapegoats.

Twenty minutes later, Xiao Chen arrived at the special care ward of the Northwest First Hospital.

Standing in front of a comatose "patient's" bed, he glanced at the patient and his gaze fell on the back of the patient's neck, instantly discerning the clue.

These people's symptoms seem to vary; some have persistent high fever, some have stiff bodies, and some have weak breathing. But they all share a common feature that everyone overlooks:

Below their hairline at the back of their necks, there is an extremely fine, almost invisible grayish-blue mark, shaped like a twisted willow leaf, hidden among the hair strands, which cannot be noticed without careful observation.

This is neither a birthmark nor a lesion, but a remnant of an extremely insidious talismanic technique!

It was this talisman that secretly locked away part of their minds and vitality, forcibly creating the illusion of "near death" to deceive the world.

Xiao Chen sneered inwardly. This method was insidious and despicable, harming people invisibly. If it continued for a day or two, the damage to the body's foundation could still be reversed.

However, once more than seven days have passed, the soul will become deeply bound to the talisman and gradually dissipate, at which point it will be true brain death, and even if a god descends to earth, it will be difficult to save it.

The actions of the Imperial Capital New Martial Arts Association this time have gone completely ruthless, not even sparing innocent ordinary people. How vicious they are!
Without further delay, Xiao Chen verbally explained the specific method of circulating true energy to break the insidious talisman, as well as the key acupoints that needed to be pressed.

He personally demonstrated the technique to Li Can and two other members of the Western Martial Arts Army team who had a good foundation and high comprehension. The technique was precise and gentle, and the force was just right.

"This method is not complicated. The key is that the practitioner must have a solid foundation of internal strength, and the technique must be precise and gentle, without the slightest deviation, otherwise it will damage the patient's meridians."

Xiao Chen gave the order in a deep voice, his tone carrying an unquestionable authority.

"The three of you will split up and take your men to other hospitals with similar cases as soon as possible to provide assistance. This incident has affected several provinces, and time is of the essence. We must race against time to save all the innocent people." "Yes, Mr. Xiao!" The three responded in unison, their expressions respectful. They admired Xiao Chen even more. He possessed both extraordinary combat power and such extraordinary methods. He truly lived up to his reputation.

Three hours later, good news came from hospitals across the country. Those "patients" who had been in a coma for many days woke up one after another under the treatment methods taught by Xiao Chen. Their expressions gradually returned to clarity, and their discomfort disappeared instantly.

More importantly, after waking up, they almost unanimously recalled the events.

Before the incident, they had all briefly come into contact with a strange man who was wearing a baseball cap and a mask, whose face was not visible, but whose voice was somewhat hoarse. The man simply touched them lightly, and then they lost consciousness.

The truth has come to light, and the evidence is irrefutable.

The Western Martial Arts Army team worked closely with local police to quickly hand over the complete chain of evidence, as well as clues such as the physical characteristics and movements of the "hoarse-voiced man," to the judicial authorities.

Subsequently, the police immediately issued an official statement, revealing the whole truth of the incident and exposing the despicable acts of the Imperial Capital New Martial Arts Association in bribing troublemakers, fabricating the scene, and using insidious techniques to harm innocent ordinary people.

The announcement caused an uproar online. The previous negative public opinion against Xunjiang Group vanished instantly, replaced by netizens' anger and sympathy and support for the group.

The public opinion crisis of Xunjiang Group has finally been completely quelled.

This sudden storm, while causing considerable impact and economic losses to Xunjiang Group, had an unexpected effect after the truth came out.

The image of Xunjiang Group upholding its bottom line and caring for the innocent despite being maliciously slandered has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. Its reputation has not only not been damaged, but has become even more prominent.

Word-of-mouth soared, and many people actively supported Xunjiang Group's products, resulting in a surge in orders.

This crisis turned out to be a blessing in disguise, allowing Xunjiang Group to gain a firm foothold in Northwest China and even across the country.

……

Meanwhile, in the capital city, on the top floor of the New Martial Arts Association headquarters, in the president's office.

Qin Shanhe sat behind a large solid wood desk, staring intently at his only son, Qin Mu. His face was so gloomy it was almost dripping with water. The oppressive aura emanating from him was so palpable that it made the air in the entire office stagnant and suffocating.

At this moment, Qin Mu's eyes were unfocused, his gaze was blank, drool hung from the corner of his mouth, and he would suddenly burst into laughter, muttering "God... don't kill me."

At times, he would suddenly convulse, his eyes filled with extreme fear, screaming "Don't come any closer!" He was like a madman, completely unlike the arrogant and domineering Young Master Qin of the past.

A renowned traditional Chinese medicine doctor, highly accomplished in the field of mental health, who had been urgently summoned, was intently taking Qin Mu's pulse.

His fingers trembled slightly, his brows furrowed more and more, his expression grew increasingly serious, and fine beads of cold sweat had already seeped from his forehead. Even his breathing became cautious.

A moment later, the old Chinese medicine doctor slowly released his grip, swayed, and staggered back a step, his face ashen. (End of Chapter)