My Ares Son-in-Law

The four bodyguards only felt a blur before their eyes, and suddenly a figure in a white shirt appeared in front of them, his sharp aura overwhelming them.

"boom!"

Before Liu Yanqiu could even let out a scream, she was struck as if by a speeding truck, her body flying out and crashing heavily onto a bookshelf three meters away.

The heavy solid wood bookshelf collapsed with a crash, and hardcover books slammed into her. She immediately coughed up a mouthful of blood, her body went limp, and she fainted on the spot.

"Crack...knock..."

Two crisp, piercing sounds of bones cracking rang out almost simultaneously.

The wrists of the two bodyguards holding Zhou Keying's shoulders were broken, the white bone fragments piercing through her skin and exposed to the air, a shocking sight, and the stench of blood was overwhelming.

Before the two could even cry out in pain, Xiao Chen's fist, carrying a fierce wind, had already slammed into their chests. The force of the punch was so powerful that it even stirred up visible air waves.

The two bodyguards were instantly sent flying like kites with broken strings, crashing heavily into the wall. They spat out another mouthful of blood, their bodies went limp and collapsed to the ground, completely losing consciousness and unable to get up again.

The remaining two bodyguards were terrified, their faces ashen. They instinctively let go and scrambled backward, not even daring to look each other in the eye.

Xiao Chen didn't even spare a glance for them, his gaze remaining fixed on Zhou Keying the entire time.

He slowly squatted down, his gaze meeting Zhou Keying's as she knelt on the ground. The coldness in his eyes faded slightly, replaced by a hint of gentleness.

Zhou Keying's tears instantly burst forth, gushing out in torrents. Her lips trembled uncontrollably, and she choked out a broken and weak syllable:
“Xiao…Xiao Chen…”

This cry contained the relief of surviving a disaster, the long-suppressed fear and collapse, and a heart full of grievances and dependence.

Xiao Chen comforted Zhou Keying: "It's alright, everything's alright now. As long as I'm here, you're safe!"

Zhou Keying burst into tears.

She didn't say anything, she just buried her face in Xiao Chen's arms and cried, because she couldn't say anything. If Xiao Chen hadn't come today, she would have been ruined.

She is really scared now.

The despair I felt just now was truly indescribable.

A thousand words stuck in my throat, ultimately turning into suppressed sobs.

Xiao Chen felt a little awkward. Although he sympathized with Zhou Keying, there was a difference between men and women. He tried his best not to make his actions too ambiguous. He simply patted Zhou Keying's back gently and quietly injected his immortal power into her body to help her calm down.

The warm current, like the melting spring water, gently flowed over every nerve that was stretched to its limit, quickly neutralizing the effects of the drug in her body.

The heat, drowsiness, and soreness all disappeared, replaced by an unprecedented peace and tranquility, as if I had returned to the time when I was a child and was held in someone's arms, without fear or the need to pretend to be strong.

Zhou Keying's crying gradually subsided, her breathing became even and long, and glistening teardrops still clung to her long eyelashes as she fell into a deep sleep in his warm and comforting embrace.

Xiao Chen looked down at the sleeping face of the person in his arms, and after confirming that she was alright, he carefully placed her on the sofa next to him.

He took off his white shirt, revealing his strong and muscular upper body, covered with crisscrossing old scars that concealed a past unknown to others.

He gently draped the shirt over Zhou Keying, carefully tucking in the collar to cover her disheveled clothes and protect her completely.

After doing all this, he slowly stood up and turned around.

Inside the office, Huang Dabao stood trembling, along with two terrified bodyguards. The two bodyguards stared at the shattered window, their unconscious, vomiting blood, and Liu Yanqiu lying on the ground. Their gazes towards Xiao Chen were filled with extreme fear, as if they were looking at a vengeful ghost crawling out of hell.

"Run...run fast!"

It's unclear who yelled first, but the two bodyguards instantly turned around and rushed towards the door like madmen, wanting nothing more than to escape this living hell.

Xiao Chen didn't even turn his head, nor did he glance at him again.

He simply flicked his wrist behind him, the movement light and unassuming, without the slightest ripple.

There was no strong wind, no sound, and no warning.

The two sprinting bodyguards came to an abrupt halt, their figures frozen in place.

After a brief pause of a fraction of a second, the two bodies disintegrated from head to toe, like sand sculptures scattered by a gale, turning into black ashes scattered across the sky.

Clothing, skin, muscles, bones—all vanished into nothingness, leaving no trace of blood, no corpse, no mark whatsoever.

Two living people vanished from the world completely, scattered with the wind.

Huang Dabao stood frozen in place, his legs trembling violently like a sieve, his crotch already soaked, a fishy smell permeating the air, his lips quivering so badly that he couldn't utter a single word.

His mind went completely blank, utterly blank, filled only with endless terror. How could a person... how could a person turn into ashes so easily? This was no ordinary thing; it was sorcery, the power of demons and gods!
Xiao Chen still didn't look at him. He slowly walked to Liu Yanqiu, who was lying on the ground, and looked down at the unconscious woman whose face was covered in blood.

Liu Yanqiu was in a terrible state; she was covered in blood, and her expensive clothes were a mess.

But Xiao Chen had no sympathy for the woman: "You're a woman too, you should know the despair of a woman being bullied, yet you treated her like this, just because she's prettier than you, you're insanely jealous?"

“You know better than anyone what kind of person your husband is. Instead of teaching him a lesson, you're bullying a victim. You deserve to be hit!”

Xiao Chen raised his foot and kicked Liu Yanqiu hard.

Liu Yanqiu flew out and crashed hard into the desk next to her, barking like a dog in pain, looking just like a boiled pig.

She scrambled to her feet in terror, staring at Xiao Chen with fear in her eyes, but even more so with anger: "You...you...what are you?!"

She couldn't understand how her bodyguards, all martial artists with considerable strength, could be so easily defeated by Xiao Chen alone.

Now, no one can help her, and she is experiencing the same despair as Zhou Keying.

However, she truly deserved it!

Xiao Chen simply stared coldly at Liu Yanqiu: "What am I? I am a martial artist who cannot bear to see the suffering of the world, a war god who is disgusted by the oppression of the kind! I am Zhou Keying's friend!"

Liu Yanqiu was stunned.

That's not what she asked. She just didn't understand how a martial artist could be so strong.

"You're probably not a martial artist, you're a cultivator, someone above martial artists. I know you can't touch me. The person behind me is also a cultivator, and he's in charge of all of you. If you kill me today, he definitely won't let you off the hook!"

Liu Yanqiu threatened. (End of Chapter)