My Ares Son-in-Law

Upon hearing Jiang Xuanxuan's praise, Zhou Hao's face instantly lit up with a smile, his eyes narrowing into slits.

Zhou Hao quickly waved his hand, his tone obsequious:
"Don't be so polite, Xuanxuan. Why are you being so formal with me? It's my duty to make sure you eat well and have fun."

As he spoke, he seemed to suddenly remember something, turned to look at Xiao Chen in the corner, his eyes full of mockery and sarcasm, and deliberately raised his voice to ask:

"Xiao Chen, this is probably the first time you've ever seen a meal of this caliber in your life, right? Are you stunned? You should thank me properly for getting this meal."

Xiao Chen raised his eyes, a cold smile curving his lips, his eyes full of disdain. He sneered, "Who gave you the confidence to say such ignorant things?"

Zhou Hao scoffed as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world, his tone becoming increasingly arrogant:

"You dare to talk back? You eat my food and drink my drinks, and you still dare to talk to me like that! Let me tell you, if you've ever eaten this kind of meal before, I'll rip my head off and give it to you as a stool!"

Xiao Chen smiled calmly, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes, inwardly sneering...

How could Zhou Hao, a frog in a well, possibly imagine the life he had lived before?

Such a meal was nothing more than an ordinary, everyday meal in his social circle back then; it wasn't even considered a proper meal.

After all, he was once the Dragon Kingdom's God of War, who dominated the battlefield and intimidated all sides, and later became the God of War King who held immense power and was feared by all!

Such a lavish display was nothing more than a trivial matter to him.

Seeing that Xiao Chen was still maintaining such a humble yet arrogant attitude even after all this, Zhou Xiaoyu was furious. She slammed her hand on the table and snapped at him in a shrill voice:
"Xiao Chen, you useless piece of trash! How dare you talk to my brother like that? Believe me or not, I'll have someone kick you out right now! I kindly offered you a meal, and you're already putting on airs. You're such an ungrateful piece of trash!"

Zhou Xiaoyu had barely finished speaking, and before Xiao Chen could even open his mouth, a violent impact suddenly rang out...

"boom!"

The heavy solid wood door of the private room was kicked open violently, the door panel slamming against the wall with a deafening sound, startling everyone in the room.

Immediately afterwards, a rough and furious voice boomed in the private room, making everyone's eardrums hurt: "Where did you bunch of blind fools come from? Who gave you permission to enter this private room! You're asking for trouble!"

As soon as the words were spoken, a man dressed in a tailor-made designer suit, with a thick gold necklace around his neck and a hideous scar running from his forehead to his chin, stormed in angrily.

His eyes were fierce, and he exuded a terrifying aura; he was clearly not someone to be trifled with.

The man gripped the gold-embossed register tightly in one hand and held an iron rod as thick as an arm in the other. The rod swayed slightly in his hand, making a soft "whooshing" sound, and the fat on his face trembled slightly with anger.

Behind him followed a dozen burly thugs covered in tattoos, each with a fierce and menacing look. As soon as they entered, they dispersed and instantly surrounded everyone in the private room, blocking all escape routes.

The people in the private room were instantly stunned. Their smiles froze, replaced by deep terror. They were so frightened that they didn't dare to breathe, a chill running down their spines... What on earth was going on? Why did so many fierce-looking people suddenly barge in?
No one knew that the scarred man at the head of the group was none other than Master Wan's most trusted right-hand man... Su Daqiang.

Su Daqiang had worked with Master Wan in the western region for many years, and his hands were stained with blood. He was ruthless and a prominent figure in the martial arts circle of the entire western region, and no one dared to provoke him easily.

This time, Master Wan personally instructed him that an extremely distinguished Mr. Xiao wanted to use this top-tier private room, and that he must keep a close eye on it.

Everything must be arranged properly, without the slightest mistake. If the important guest's business is delayed, the person in charge will be held responsible.

Su Daqiang dared not be negligent in the slightest and personally supervised the entire process.

But to his surprise, when he came to check the usage of the private room, he found that this specially reserved top-tier private room had been signed and occupied by a nobody named Zhou Hao, who was even holding a lavish banquet inside. He was immediately both anxious and furious.

What's infuriating is that this Zhou Hao, who doesn't know his own limitations, actually dared to occupy the private room he reserved for his VIP guests. He was simply ignorant of his own limitations, showing no respect for Su Daqiang or for Master Wan.

The urgent matter is that the top-tier banquet in this private room is prepared to the highest standards. There is only this one table in the entire club. If a truly distinguished guest comes and there is no place to sit or no food, he will have no way to explain it to Master Wan.

Zhou Hao was so frightened by this sudden turn of events that his heart pounded and his face turned deathly pale. However, he forced himself to remain calm, stood up, and questioned Su Daqiang in a deep voice:

"What are you doing? I booked this private room in advance and paid the deposit. What are you doing here causing trouble? Have you mistaken me for someone else?"

Su Daqiang's gaze swept across the room like a knife, finally landing on Zhou Hao. He pointed a short, stubby finger at Zhou Hao and demanded sharply, "You are Zhou Hao?"

Zhou Hao felt a chill run down his spine under Su Daqiang's gaze, but in order to save face in front of Jiang Xuanxuan, he forced a haughty demeanor, puffed out his chest, and replied with a stiff upper lip:

"That's right, it's me! I'm from the Zhou family in the capital. You'd better think carefully. If you dare to touch me, you'll face the consequences!"

Upon hearing this, Su Daqiang's lips curled into a cold and cruel smile, his eyes flashing with even more murderous intent. He said in a cold voice, "The Zhou family of the capital? I think you're tired of living! Drag him over here!"

As soon as he finished speaking, two burly men standing at the front immediately stepped forward and, as if picking up a chick, grabbed Zhou Hao's arm and, ignoring his struggles, dragged him to Su Daqiang.

"What are you doing? Let me go! I'm from the Zhou family, try touching me!" Zhou Hao was terrified and struggled to shout, his voice already trembling with tears, all traces of his previous arrogance gone.

"Stop talking nonsense!" a burly man snapped impatiently, raising his foot to kick Zhou Hao's knee hard with a swift and vicious motion.

With a soft "crack," accompanied by Zhou Hao's piercing scream, his legs buckled and he collapsed heavily to his knees in front of Su Daqiang. A piercing pain shot through his knees, causing his whole body to convulse, and cold sweat instantly soaked the back of his clothes.

Su Daqiang looked down at Zhou Hao, who was kneeling on the ground, his cold gaze slowly sweeping over him like a venomous snake's hiss, sending chills down Zhou Hao's spine. The murderous aura emanating from him seemed to devour him. (End of Chapter)