My Ares Son-in-Law

Thinking of this, a hint of determination flashed in Wang Hao's eyes, a light mixed with indomitable spirit and calmness, as if he had made some unshakable determination.

He had no intention of escaping, because the thought of escape flashed through his mind and was immediately rejected by him firmly.

He knew very well that running away would only make him appear weaker and more vulnerable, like a helpless lamb, and more easily fall prey to cunning hunters like Xiao Chen.

He has to face it head-on, using every resource he can mobilize to resolve this sudden crisis invisibly, and showing his due tenacity and wisdom.

So he took a deep breath, trying to calm his breathing which was a little rapid due to nervousness, slowly took out his mobile phone, lightly touched the screen with his fingertips, and dialed Wang Xiong's number.

On the other end of the phone, Wang Xiong seemed to have not yet withdrawn from the lively atmosphere of the banquet. His voice was a little impatient and perfunctory: "Can't we talk about it later? I'm busy toasting Mr. Huang. This is a rare opportunity. Don't be ignorant, kid."

Wang Hao listened to the noise coming from the other end of the phone and Wang Xiong's slightly indifferent words, and he couldn't help feeling bitter and helpless. He frowned slightly, and a complex emotion flashed in his eyes, including dissatisfaction with Wang Xiong's behavior at the moment and worry about his own situation.

He thought to himself, his life was almost hanging by a thread, and this old guy was still busy toasting at the banquet, currying favor with those who might be important to him, but were of no help to his current crisis. This is really a "good" uncle, so good that he felt chilled, but had to rely on him.

Despite this, Wang Hao still suppressed his dissatisfaction and anxiety, and tried to make his voice sound calm and firm: "Uncle, I know you may be very busy now, but this matter is really urgent. I have encountered a little trouble, and I may need your help."

There was a barely perceptible pleading in his tone, which was the last ray of hope in his desperate situation.

"Uncle, someone is targeting me and wants to kill me. Do you want to do anything..." Wang Hao's voice trembled in the night, with a hint of helplessness and despair, as if this was the last phone call in his life. Every word carried his desire for life and fear of death.

His voice echoed in the empty streets, but it seemed unable to penetrate the thick darkness and find a glimmer of light in response.

Having said this, Wang Hao's voice suddenly stopped, as if it was suddenly strangled by an invisible hand, leaving only the doubts and confusion that Wang Xiong on the other end of the phone had not yet finished expressing, solidified in the air.

A figure quietly disappeared into the darkness like a ghost, and its movements were so fast that it was almost impossible to catch. It was a killer dressed in black, his face hidden in the shadow of the night and the hood, revealing only a pair of cold and ruthless eyes, as if he could see through the life and death of all living things in the world.

Before he left, he did not forget to pull out the dagger that had stabbed Wang Hao's heart. The action was skillful and cold, as if he had repeated it countless times.

The dagger was coated with a deadly poison, and it was gleaming with a faint blue light. It was an invitation from the god of death, ensuring that Wang Hao would die. The deadly poison quickly spread through Wang Hao's blood, corroding the fire of his life, and making him feel unprecedented fear and despair.

"Uncle...save me..." Wang Hao's voice was so weak that it was almost inaudible. It was his last cry, filled with reluctance to leave his family and nostalgia for life. His eyes gradually blurred, and the world in his sight began to become distorted and blurry, as if everything was moving away from him.

Bang!
Finally, Wang Hao's body fell to the ground helplessly like a pile of scattered soil. The fire of his life was completely extinguished at this moment. At the moment before his death, the only feeling he had was regret, deep and deep regret.

Regret so much! He regretted why he had offended Xiao Chen, a well-known figure in both the black and white worlds. He regretted his impulsiveness and recklessness, which had led him to this situation. His life disappeared in an instant, and he didn't even have time to leave a last word. His heart was filled with resentment and regret, but he could only accept this cruel reality helplessly.

A moment later, a figure rushed out of the hotel door like an arrow, and the hurried footsteps sounded particularly harsh in the silent night.

Wang Xiong's eyes were full of fear and disbelief. When he saw Wang Hao lying in a pool of blood, he froze in place in an instant as if he had been struck by lightning.

Then he let out a heart-wrenching cry: "Haohao! Haohao!" The voice was filled with endless despair and sorrow, as if it would tear the entire night sky apart.

Wang Hao, the young man lying on the cold ground, was his nephew, and it was his eldest brother who had repeatedly asked him to take good care of him before he died.

In Wang Xiong's heart, Wang Hao was like his own son, the softest and most precious thing in his heart. However, at this moment, this child whom he regarded as the flesh and blood of his heart died so cruelly in front of him, which made him feel heartbroken and in great pain.

Recalling the conversation on the phone just now, Wang Xiong thought that Wang Hao was joking with him and that it was just a prank between young people.

However, the scene before him made him realize instantly that all this was true, and his nephew had really left him. He could not accept this cruel reality, and he stood there as if he had lost his soul, letting the tears flow freely down his cheeks.

……

In the distance, a luxury car was parked, and Xiao Chen was sitting in the car. He was just closing his eyes and enjoying a moment of peace, but suddenly, he heard a scream from afar.

The voice was full of fear and despair, which made him frown.

He quickly signaled the driver Wang Xingyun to stop the car and wanted to see what was going on.

Due to the traffic jam, their car happened to be parked not far from the scene of the incident. Xiao Chen originally just wanted to stop for a while to see if he could find a more unobstructed route. However, he did not expect that this stop would allow him to witness the entire process of Wang Hao being killed.

There was a barely perceptible sneer in his eyes, as if he had anticipated all this.

"What's wrong, Leader?" There was a hint of curiosity and confusion in Wang Xingyun's voice. He turned to look at Xiao Chen, his eyes full of inquiry.

Xiao Chen frowned slightly, and looked through the car window at the dimly lit hotel area in the distance, as if he could see through the night and see everything that was happening there. "Turn around and go to the hotel. It seems something has happened."

His voice was calm and steady, yet it revealed a decisiveness that could not be ignored. (End of this chapter)