My Ares Son-in-Law

Qin Mu took a step forward slowly, looking directly at the old man, and said word by word: "Mo Que, there is no need to involve innocent people in the grudge between you and me. If you really want to kill me, I, Qin Mu, will not run away or avoid you. But if you can let the others go, I can consider sparing your life!"

Mo Que heard this and a cruel smile appeared on his lips. His voice was low and sinister, as if it came from the underworld: "Qin Mu, do you think you still have a choice today? Do you think your sacrifice can buy their safety? Let me tell you, today, not only will you die, but your whole family, and everyone related to you, will not be able to escape from my grasp!"

As he spoke, the aura around Mo Que became more and more violent, like a volcano about to erupt, which made people shudder.

Qin Mu's eyes gradually lost their former gentleness, and were replaced by an unfathomable coldness, like the most biting cold wind in winter, penetrating people's hearts.

"You lunatic!" His voice was low and powerful, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, carrying uncontrollable anger and disappointment.

"Back then, we made the same aspiration and vowed to carve out a niche in the martial arts world. We worked hand in hand and pursued great undertakings together. We were so innocent and trusting of each other at that time. However, it was you who strayed from the right path step by step and embarked on a road of no return. You put me in danger several times and tried to devour me."

A complex emotion flashed across Qin Mu's eyes, a remembrance of the good old days and helplessness over the cruelty of reality.

"I have shown mercy to you countless times because of our past friendship and have not been able to kill you. I always thought that you would turn back and regain your innocence and kindness. But you regarded this tolerance as weakness. Not only did you not show any remorse, but you became even more aggressive and your desire for revenge grew day by day."

Having said that, Qin Mu couldn't help but clench his fists, his knuckles turning white from the force, and his voice became louder, filled with uncontrollable anger.

"It would be fine if you wanted to avenge me alone, but why did you extend your hatred to my family? They are so innocent, why should they bear your anger and hatred? Do you still have any humanity?"

The old man opposite, facing Qin Mu's accusations, not only did he not feel the slightest bit of guilt or reflection, but he laughed out loud, and that laughter was full of distortion and madness.

"Human nature? Hahahaha!" He laughed so hard that he almost couldn't breathe, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.

"If you want to blame someone, blame yourself, Qin Mu, for being too kind and naive! Do you think your tolerance can influence me? Do you think your forbearance can make me turn back? You are wrong, absolutely wrong! It is your kindness that gave me a chance to breathe and gave me the strength to make a comeback!"

The old man's eyes suddenly turned vicious, like an enraged beast ready for a final bite.

"Back then, you shouldn't have simply kicked me out of the company. You should have killed me directly, cut off the roots, and put an end to all future troubles! In this way, everything today wouldn't have happened, and your family wouldn't have been implicated. But unfortunately, you missed that opportunity, and now, everything is too late!"

Mo Que's eyes were like deep black holes, fixed on Qin Mu. Madness and resentment were intertwined in his eyes, as if he wanted to engrave Qin Mu's figure in his heart forever, making it his everlasting obsession.

His voice was low and hoarse, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, carrying endless resentment and unwillingness: "That company, every inch of land, every achievement, are the joint efforts of the two of us, and our common dream. But now, you have made it the glory enjoyed exclusively by your Qin family, and I can only wander in this world, all alone, with no one caring about me." At this point, a trace of unwillingness and despair flashed in Mo Que's eyes, but was immediately replaced by an even crazier flame.

"I refused to accept it! I was unwilling to be abandoned by fate and trampled under the feet of your Qin family! I prayed to the heavens, praying that they could see my unwillingness and anger. Finally, the heavens heard my call and let me have an adventure in the wilderness. I had the honor of becoming a disciple of a peerless master."

His tone was full of nostalgia and emotion for those years, as if that time was the most precious treasure in his life.

"Thirty years, a full thirty years. I gave up the prosperity and temptations of the world, endured loneliness and solitude, and practiced martial arts day after day, year after year. I gave up the joy of a life of debauchery and the warmth of reuniting with my family, just to be able to take revenge one day and take the lives of you, Qin Mu, and everyone in your Qin family with my own hands!"

Mo Que clenched his fist tightly, veins bulging, as if he wanted to concentrate all his anger and strength into this one punch.

His eyes were full of determination and madness, like a beast about to pounce on its prey, preparing for the final fatal blow. "Today is the time for my revenge! I want to let you, the Qin family, know that the price of offending me is something you will never be able to bear!"

At this time, the sunlight shone through the sparse clouds and sprinkled on the ground in patches. Xiao Chen's figure appeared particularly steady in the interweaving of light and shadow.

He slowly took out an exquisite cigarette from his pocket, flicked it with his fingertips, and as the sparks jumped, a wisp of light blue smoke rose slowly and lingered around him, adding a bit of mystery and unruliness to him.

He shook his head gently, his eyes showing both emotion for the past and helplessness towards the reality: "Qin Mu, that person, I know him. Although he acts decisively, deep in his heart he has a rare tolerance and compassion.

If you, Mo Que, can really return from studying abroad, sincerely repent, and are willing to show yourself in a new look, I believe that he will never be stingy in giving you a chance to start over. It's a pity that these thirty years seem to have only improved your martial arts, but in terms of tempering your personality and character, you seem to be going further and further away. "

There was a hint of regret in Xiao Chen's words. His words were like a breeze, trying to blow away the haze in Mo Que's heart, but he seemed powerless to change anything.

As for Mo Que, in response to Xiao Chen's words, a sneer appeared on his face, and that smile was full of disdain and ridicule.

He looked Xiao Chen up and down, his eyes flashing with contempt. "Humph, you little brat, you dare to stand up for others? Who do you think you are? A guest of honor of the Qin family? So what? Today, since you stand on Qin Mu's side, you are destined to bear my anger with them. Just enjoy these last moments, because soon, you will fall into the endless darkness with them."

Mo Que's words were full of threats and cruelty, and his eyes were like a sharp blade, piercing Xiao Chen's heart. (End of this chapter)