My Ares Son-in-Law

Zhao Liushi's words revealed his desire for revenge and his confidence in the power of high-tech weapons.

Bai Maoxiang heard this, a hint of appreciation flashed in his eyes, and he nodded and said, "Brother Zhao is right. It is better to be prepared than to be caught unprepared. Besides, we don't know if there are other forces behind that kid. Bringing these weapons can at least make us feel more at ease. I admire your caution."

After the two reached an agreement, they began to prepare intensively. Bai Maoxiang personally checked every piece of equipment to ensure that there was no problem. There was a fierce light flashing in his eyes, which was a deep hatred for the enemy and a firm determination for the upcoming revenge.

"Let's go!" After everything was packed up, Bai Maoxiang stood up suddenly, his voice low and powerful, "Let's go find that bastard and take revenge. I want to use his head to commemorate my poor, innocent son!" His tone was full of grief and anger, as if he wanted to pour all his emotions into this revenge.

"Okay!" Zhao Liushi followed closely behind, also with a firm look in his eyes and a loud voice. The two walked side by side, followed by a group of equally excited rich second-generations.

"Well done to both seniors!" the rich second generations shouted one after another, their voices filled with admiration and excitement, as if they were also infected by Bai Maoxiang and Zhao Liushi's determination for revenge.

"Long live Aramco Group!" someone shouted, the voice resounding throughout the room, full of loyalty and pride for the group.

"Let's go! Let's deal with them!" With this order, everyone rushed out of the room and headed towards where Xiao Chen was.

Their steps were firm and powerful, their faces were filled with the pleasure of revenge and the desire for victory. At this moment, they seemed to have seen the scene of Xiao Chen falling at their feet, and the glory and victory that belonged to them.

A group of people, like a group of angry hurricanes, approached Zhao Liang's temporary residence on the artificial island. Their angry whispers and hurried footsteps could be vaguely heard in the streets and alleys. Obviously, someone had already informed them of Xiao Chen and Zhao Liang's whereabouts in advance.

To call it a home is actually a bit of an exaggeration. It is just a small house made up of a few simple containers. The exterior is mottled and the traces of wind and rain erosion are clearly visible. It seems like a forgotten corner on this prosperous artificial island. But it is this humble residence that is carrying Zhao Liang's hope for rebirth.

Inside the room, the atmosphere was tense and solemn. Xiao Chen was concentrating on treating Zhao Liang. His hands seemed to have magic power, gently applying a special ointment on Zhao Liang's body. The ointment exuded a faint herbal fragrance, and every touch seemed to inject new vitality into Zhao Liang's injured body.

Zhao Liang lay quietly on the bed, his body almost covered by the ointment, with only his pale face and tightly closed eyes showing.

Although his breathing was weak, every rise and fall revealed the tenacity of life.

Guangzhi's brutal blow not only broke many of his bones, but also left indelible burn marks on his skin. Those scars were like ferocious monsters trying to devour his vitality, but Xiao Chen's appearance was like a ray of light, illuminating his path to rebirth.

He didn't know yet that underneath the calmness at this moment there was an undercurrent. Bai Maoxiang and Zhao Liushi were leading a group of pampered rich second-generations, like a pack of wolves driven by anger, and were approaching this simple container house step by step.

However, even when the news reached Xiao Chen's ears, he just smiled calmly, as if the storms in the outside world had nothing to do with him. When mentioning Guangzhi, Xiao Chen's eyes flashed with a hint of coldness. The bastard's method was indeed cruel. Not only did Zhao Liang suffer the pain of fractures, but he also left burns that were difficult to heal. Those scars, like brand marks, recorded the suffering and torture that Zhao Liang had experienced.

But Xiao Chen knew in his heart that Guangzhi's death was his own fault and he was not wronged at all.

Under Xiao Chen's meticulous treatment, a miracle quietly happened. The medicine perfectly merged with the immortal power flowing in his body, turning into a stream of warm power that penetrated into every inch of Zhao Liang's skin and every bone.

This force seemed to have life. It roamed and repaired Zhao Liang's body, reconnecting the broken bones and smoothing the burned skin bit by bit.

Time seemed to speed up at this moment. When the last trace of the drug dissipated into the air, Zhao Liang slowly opened his eyes. He was stunned for a moment, then looked down at his body, his face full of disbelief.

The scars that once caused him so much pain had now disappeared without a trace, leaving only some dirt and mess to prove their existence.

Zhao Liang sat up suddenly and looked at Xiao Chen in shock, with complex emotions flashing in his eyes. There was gratitude, because Xiao Chen saved his life; there was surprise, because the speed of recovery was beyond imagination; there was also a trace of fear, thinking back to Guangzhi's cruel methods, he couldn't help but feel lucky to have met a noble person like Xiao Chen.

"Is this... is this true?" Zhao Liang's voice trembled slightly, as if he still couldn't believe what he saw. Xiao Chen smiled and nodded. His calmness and confidence dispelled the last bit of doubt in Zhao Liang's heart.

"Oh my god! Mr. Xiao, your medical skills are simply amazing. I, Zhao Liang, have finally opened my eyes!" Zhao Liang stared at Xiao Chen with eyes wide open, his face full of disbelief, his tone full of shock and awe. He gestured with his hands, as if he wanted to remember every detail of this miracle.

"Honestly, Mr. Xiao, I think your medical skills are even more frightening than your legendary martial arts! Although the road of martial arts is long and difficult, at least there is hope and a goal to practice; but your medical skills are like immortal skills that fell directly from the sky. People can't grasp the edge, but they have to believe in it."

Zhao Liang's words were filled with infinite admiration for Xiao Chen's medical skills, and his words revealed an indescribable feeling of awe.

Xiao Chen just smiled when he heard this. In that smile, he was helpless about Zhao Liang's exaggerated words, and also confident in his medical skills. He didn't explain too much, because in his opinion, this extraordinary ability was itself an indescribable miracle that could not be explained in a few words.

"Brother Zhao, you are too kind. My medical skills are just some trifling tricks. How can they be compared with real magic?" Xiao Chen's words were a little humble, but his calmness and confidence could not be concealed.

He knew in his heart that although his medical skills could not be compared with those of a true god, he was still the undisputed number one in the world, and no one could surpass him. (End of this chapter)