My Ares Son-in-Law

Xiao Chen sat on the sofa in the living room, his brows slightly furrowed, playing with an exquisite lighter in his hand, with a hint of amusement in his eyes.

This crazy banging on the door was undoubtedly a provocation to him, but also a sign - the visitor was not friendly, and it was definitely not an ordinary visit. He smiled faintly, as if he was not surprised by this sudden situation, but rather had a kind of faint expectation.

He stood up, walked towards the door calmly. On the way, he picked up a pack of cigarettes from the coffee table, took out a cigarette and lit it. In the smoke, his eyes became more profound.

Walking to the electric gate, he pressed the remote control. With a slight mechanical sound, the heavy gate slowly slid open to both sides, as if it was setting the stage for the coming storm.

Outside the door, a black business car was clearly visible, with a cold luster on the body of the car, which was out of tune with the surrounding environment.

The car door was wide open, like the gaping mouth of a wild animal, foreshadowing danger. Beside the car, more than a dozen men were ready to go. Some were standing or standing, staring at Xiao Chen with sharp eyes, as if they wanted to see his every move.

These men were all burly and muscular, clearly not ordinary men. What was even more striking was the weapons in their hands, which gleamed with cold light and were extremely sharp. Both the material and the workmanship revealed something extraordinary, which made people shudder.

Facing this sudden encirclement, Xiao Chen was not panicked at all, but even more calm. He took a deep breath of cigarette and exhaled slowly, the smoke drew a beautiful arc in the air, as if silently announcing his calmness and uninhibitedness.

Although these people call themselves warriors and wear the same dark-colored uniforms, their postures reveal a well-trained aura, but upon closer inspection, their auras are scattered and the fluctuations of their spiritual energy are weak. They are obviously low-level warriors who have not yet touched the essence of martial arts and have not even been able to successfully condense the dragon veins in their bodies.

Some of them held long swords, while others held short sticks, but those weapons in their hands looked more like decorations than weapons, lacking the sharpness and edge they should have.

Xiao Chen's gaze swept lightly over them, without any ripples in his eyes, as if he was looking at a group of insignificant ants.

A long time ago, such an opponent might have been worthy of a fight in his eyes, but now, with his cultivation improving day by day, he had long since disdained the strength of these low-level warriors, and had even lost interest in paying them any extra attention.

He stood leisurely at the threshold, holding a slender cigarette in his hand and taking a light puff. Amid the smoke, his face looked both mysterious and indifferent.

As he slowly exhaled a string of perfect smoke rings, a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. In that smile, there were both memories of past glory and contempt for those who overestimated their own abilities.

"Who is the fool who dares to send a bunch of you rabble to die?" His voice was not loud, but it was clearly heard by everyone, carrying with it a majesty and coldness that could not be ignored.

Next to the black business car, a young man was holding a smartphone, and the light on the screen reflected his stern face.

Sometimes he stared at Xiao Chen, sometimes he lowered his head to operate his mobile phone, his serious look seemed as if he was carrying out an important task. Whether it was the excitement of the live broadcast or recording this rare scene for later recollection, he seemed so focused.

There was a hint of joking and disdain in his words, "You are indeed very courageous. People outside have said that you are very skilled. Today, I see that you are indeed worthy of your reputation." After saying that, he continued filming, as if he wanted to capture every detail of the confrontation. Xiao Chen's eyes narrowed slightly, and a sharp light flashed in the gaps between his eyes, as if he could see through the secrets deep in people's hearts.

"It's probably not that kid Bai Ming," he whispered to himself, with a hint of disdain and sarcasm in his tone.

"He knows my methods very well, how could he be so foolish as to send a bunch of you weak trash to die? My past opponents, even those who knew a little about me, would never make such a rash decision... From this point of view, the mastermind behind this is most likely the self-proclaimed but in fact ordinary Wang Hao."

The young man's face turned even colder when he heard this, and a mocking arc appeared at the corner of his mouth, but his voice was still as cold as ice: "I don't need to know the grudges and hatreds you are talking about. My duty is only to carry out the boss's orders, and I don't ask about anything else."

His words revealed the indifference and determination of a professional killer, as if he had no emotional fluctuations at all about what was about to happen.

Xiao Chen gently shook the cigarette in his hand, and the ashes drifted away in the wind, leaving behind a trail of tiny traces.

He raised his head and looked at the young man, his eyes were both scrutinizing and amusing. "I will naturally find out your boss's identity, there is no need to rush. Now, I am more interested in how you guys plan to deal with me? Do you plan to teach me a lesson first and then destroy my cultivation, or do you plan to kill me directly? No matter which one, I am willing to accompany you to the end."

There was a gleam of ruthlessness in the young man's eyes. He slowly took a step forward, and the air around him seemed to freeze because of his movement.

"You are quite self-aware," he said coldly, with a mixture of admiration and murderous intent in his voice. "Just as you said, nothing will be missing. However, we will not rush for success. We will play this game slowly until you are completely desperate, and then let you taste the bitter fruit of failure."

As his words fell, the air around him seemed to become heavier, and an invisible pressure quietly spread, allowing everyone present to feel the impending crisis and bloodshed.

There was a hint of teasing and helplessness in Xiao Chen's chuckle, as if he had seen through the grudges and hatreds in this world.

"This is hatred for me to the core," he muttered to himself, with a complex emotion flashing in his eyes, with both insight into the dark side of human nature and indifferent acceptance of the coming storm, "Killing me is not enough to satisfy your hatred, you even want to torture me first, making my life worse than death, and they will not stop until the last moment."

Seeing this, the young man sneered, as if he was enjoying the cruel drama that was about to be staged. He raised his mobile phone, and the red dot on the screen flashed, starting to record the violence. At the same time, he waved his hand violently, and said in a low and powerful voice: "Go, destroy him!"

Following his order, the thugs rushed towards Xiao Chen like wild beasts, holding sharp blades and heavy sticks. Their eyes were full of violence and fanaticism, as if they could get some twisted pleasure as long as they could hurt Xiao Chen.

However, facing this surging attack, Xiao Chen seemed unusually calm. He continued to smoke leisurely, and in the smoke, his face seemed particularly calm. (End of this chapter)