My Ares Son-in-Law

"Dead?" Wang Hao muttered to himself, his voice trembling with disbelief, "Wang Dadao is dead?"

This news was like a bolt from the blue to him. Wang Dadao, the man who was well connected in both the black and white worlds, ruthless, and powerful, actually died like this?
Wang Hao's face instantly turned ferocious, and he shouted viciously: "Don't joke with me! I'm Wang Hao, from the same village as your Boss Wang. Just tell him who I am and he'll know who I am! This kind of joke is not funny!"

However, the voice of the receptionist was still calm and firm: "I'm sorry, our President Wang has indeed passed away. I heard that he offended some powerful person and was killed. We have already informed all relatives and friends of this news. If you don't believe it, you can check it online."

Although the receptionist was dissatisfied with Wang Hao's attitude, her years of professional ethics made her understand that there were many people in this world whom they could not afford to offend.

Especially now, the company is in a precarious situation, and she doesn't want to bring unnecessary trouble to the company because of a momentary anger. So, she could only suppress her displeasure and try to respond to Wang Hao politely.

"Someone came to my house and killed me?" Wang Hao's voice trembled slightly, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth. His heartbeat inexplicably accelerated, as if an invisible hand was tightly grasping his heart, making him feel suffocated by fear.

His eyes were full of confusion and uneasiness, and he always felt that something extremely unfavorable to him had happened quietly.

He tried to calm himself down and tried to get more information from the front desk: "Do you know who that person is?" There was a hint of urgency in his voice, as if he was looking for a ray of light in the darkness.

The receptionist sighed softly, with a helpless look in her eyes: "I asked Mr. Wang, but he told me not to meddle in other people's business. I can only tell you that a young man went to the company to find Mr. Wang, and then Mr. Wang died. Even Daotuo, the best fighter of our Dadao Company, died. That scene was really..."

When she said this, her voice choked up a little, as if she recalled that heart-wrenching scene.

"Young man?" Wang Hao's heartbeat became faster and faster, as if it was about to jump out of his chest. A familiar figure flashed through his mind, the one with a calm and determined look, the young man with amazing medical skills - Xiao Chen.

An inexplicable panic gripped his heart like a tide, making him feel an unprecedented sense of crisis.

"Is that person called Xiao Chen?" Wang Hao's voice was filled with uncertainty, but more of it was fear and nervousness. He stared at the front desk, as if trying to find the answer from her eyes.

The woman sighed, with a hint of helplessness and confusion in her voice: "I don't know, but he looks about seventeen or eighteen years old, very handsome, with delicate features that seem to be carved out, making people unforgettable at first sight.

I’m not sure about the rest, they didn’t tell me the details, and now the company has been taken over by Mr. Wang, so many things have become confusing…”

Wang Hao didn't want to listen to the rest of the conversation. His mind was completely occupied by the words "seventeen or eighteen years old" and "handsome". He hung up the phone abruptly, as if listening for another second would suffocate him.

He squatted on the roadside, looking particularly lonely and helpless in the night. He took out a cigarette with trembling hands, but he was reluctant to light it. The cigarette trembled slightly between his fingers, just like his heart at the moment, confused and full of thoughts. "Seventeen or eighteen years old, handsome?" Wang Hao silently recited these two words in his heart, and the figure of Xiao Chen emerged in his mind involuntarily. That young man who was always calm and confident, that young man with amazing medical skills, isn't he this age, isn't he this appearance?

Although Wang Hao was unwilling to admit it in his heart, the fact was before him: Xiao Chen was indeed very handsome, and the aura he radiated from the inside out could not be ignored.

At this moment, Wang Hao's heart was filled with fear and anxiety. He seemed to see a situation that he could not control quietly forming.

He asked Wang Dadao to kill Xiao Chen. He thought it was a perfect conspiracy, but Xiao Chen was like a ghost. He came to his door and killed Wang Dadao inside Dadao Company, the place that once made countless people tremble in fear. He also got rid of Daotuo, the top master of Dadao Company.

This series of events seemed like an absurd nightmare, which Wang Hao still cannot believe.

Moreover, all of this happened before, but he was totally unaware of it until now when he learned about it from others. Wang Hao's heart was filled with regret and fear. He seemed to see a whirlpool of fate that he could not escape, swallowing him up bit by bit.

Wait, if that person is really Xiao Chen, then doesn't he already know that he was the one who commissioned Wang Dadao to kill him? As soon as this thought came to his mind, Wang Hao felt an unprecedented fear surge in his heart. If Wang Dadao is dead, then the next target will be himself, right?

At this moment, his heart seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible hand, beating violently, and every beat seemed to remind him that the shadow of death was approaching.

He suddenly remembered what Xiao Chen had said at the banquet. His deep eyes seemed to be able to see through people's hearts. He said that he had a bloody disaster and that he would not live long...

Wang Hao's forehead was covered with beads of sweat, and he felt an unprecedented despair and helplessness. He understood that Xiao Chen was not someone who would easily let his enemies go, and his doomsday might not be far away.

More cold sweat slowly flowed down Wang Hao's forehead, slid down his tense cheeks, and dripped onto the dry ground, making a subtle but audible sound.

Every word Xiao Chen said was like a sharp blade, cutting through his inner peace, making him wonder if Xiao Chen had already figured out that he was the manipulator behind all this, and if he was going to come knocking on his door, even at any cost, including taking his life?

Once this idea took root, it spread wildly in Wang Hao's mind, making him feel unprecedented panic and anxiety. He couldn't just sit there and wait for death, he had to take action to fight for a chance of survival.

An idea flashed through Wang Hao's mind quickly - find Uncle Wang Xiong. Uncle Wang Xiong holds a pivotal position in Tianhai and is his solid backing. Moreover, Uncle Wang Xiong has the support of Shadow King behind him. Wang Dadao is nothing in front of Shadow King.

With this network of relationships, would Wang Hao be afraid of a mere Xiao Chen? Even if Xiao Chen had extraordinary medical skills and abilities, and could easily kill Wang Dadao, he would never be able to easily move himself under the protection of Uncle Wang Xiong and Shadow King. (End of this chapter)