My Ares Son-in-Law

There was a cold light flashing in Xiao Chen's eyes, a kind of resoluteness and dominance that showed no mercy to life.

"What a big tone!" Qiu Dao hadn't spoken yet, but a man with a crew cut beside him couldn't help but speak first. His eyes revealed disdain and anger, as if he was mocking Xiao Chen's arrogance.

The shaved man was burly and muscular, like a beast ready to attack. He clenched his fists, veins bulging, and was obviously very dissatisfied with Xiao Chen's provocation.

They came out together to carry out the mission today, and they already felt that it was a bit of a waste of talent. After all, Xiao Chen was just an unknown little character in their eyes. It was simply an insult to them to ask so many of them to work together.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Chen was so arrogant, not only fearless, but also boastful, which made their anger even more difficult to contain. The eyes of the man with the short hair flashed with cold murderous intent, as if it would burst out at any time and completely devour Xiao Chen.

"Brother Dao, I'm going to kill him!" The ground under the man's feet seemed unable to bear his strength. He stepped on it suddenly, and gravel flew and dust flew. He was like a cheetah, bursting out at an astonishing speed in an instant, and rushed straight towards Xiao Chen.

That speed is definitely beyond the limit of what humans can achieve. Even the famous sprinter Bolt cannot compare with it.

However, in Xiao Chen's eyes, this crew-haired man was just an ordinary warrior who had not even condensed his dragon veins. His speed, in Xiao Chen's opinion, was as slow as a snail and was not worth worrying about at all.

The man with a crew cut was in front of Xiao Chen in the blink of an eye. His eyes were wide open and his face was ferocious, as if he wanted to eat Xiao Chen alive.

He punched out suddenly, gathering all his strength into his fist, which actually made a thunderous sound, shaking the air around it.

This time, he aimed at Xiao Chen's head, clearly intending to kill him with one blow, not giving Xiao Chen any chance to survive. The fist whistled, carrying a breath of death, and rushed straight to Xiao Chen's face.

However, facing this fatal blow, Xiao Chen seemed unusually calm. Not only did he not dodge, he did not even make a defensive move. He still stood there, holding a cigarette in his hand, and took a leisurely puff, as if he did not care about the impending danger.

His eyes were full of contempt, as if he was watching an ant struggling. Xiao Chen knew that his strength was far superior to that of the shaved man, so he was not worried about getting hurt.

The crew cut was furious at the moment, his face flushed red, his eyes seemed to be spitting fire. He had never seen anyone who took them so lightly, this was simply a great insult to these masters.

He roared, his voice as deafening as a wild beast, and the power of his fist increased a little at this moment. The fist seemed to have condensed all the power between heaven and earth, and with an unstoppable momentum, it smashed towards Xiao Chen fiercely.

In the distance, Qiu Dao showed a sinister smile, which was full of cruelty and enjoyment.

He knew very well how powerful the Cuntou was, especially his fist, which was nicknamed the Thunder Fist. Whenever the Cuntou punched, there seemed to be a real thunderous sound. Although it was not real thunder and lightning, its power was as terrible as thunder and lightning, enough to scare any enemy.

Qiu Dao also took out a cigarette, lit it, took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled the smoke. He liked the feeling of being in control of everything, and liked watching the prey howl in despair in front of him, and being tortured to death bit by bit.

At this moment, he seemed to have seen Xiao Chen falling down and heard his painful groan.

Qiu Dao's eyes sparkled with excitement. He was looking forward to the upcoming victory and the pleasure of crushing the enemy. However, he didn't know that Xiao Chen was not as vulnerable as he imagined, and the result of this battle was far from what he expected.

"Bang!" A deafening sound echoed in the air, as if even the surrounding air was torn apart by this force. This loud sound shocked everyone's heart, and they all turned their eyes to the source of the sound.

Qiu Dao heard the loud noise and showed a smug smile on his face. He turned around, waved his hand, and said in a condescending manner: "It's over, let's all go home. I told Director Bai a long time ago that it's not necessary to use so many people to deal with a mere nobody. Look, isn't this solved?"

However, before he could finish his words, a shrill scream came from behind him. The voice was full of pain and despair, as if it was telling some unknown tragedy.

Hearing the screams, the others turned their heads to look, their faces filled with surprise and confusion.

What just happened? They had no idea, because everything happened in the blink of an eye, so fast that they couldn't react at all.

But at this moment, they clearly saw the man with the crew cut kneeling on the ground, kneeling in front of Xiao Chen. His once proud and upright body was now like a kite with a broken string, lifeless.

The hand of the man with the crew cut that had punched out had been twisted badly like a pretzel. The thunder fist that he once was proud of had now become his greatest shame.

His face was filled with pain and unwillingness, but no matter how he struggled, he could not escape Xiao Chen's suppression.

Xiao Chen still stood there, holding a cigarette in his hand, and took a leisurely puff, as if everything that had just happened had nothing to do with him.

He placed one foot on the man's forehead with just the right amount of force, preventing him from raising his head but not really endangering his life.

His eyes were full of indifference and contempt, as if telling everyone that he was the real strong one and anyone who challenged him would pay the price.

"what happened!"

Qiu Dao was stunned, as if he had been struck by lightning. He stood there in a daze, his eyes full of confusion and puzzlement. His heartbeat accelerated, his thoughts were in a mess, as if the whole world had lost its color at this moment, leaving only endless confusion and shock.

In just a moment of looking back, what happened? How could this happen? This question kept echoing in his mind, but he could not find any answer. The air around him seemed to freeze, and even breathing became extremely difficult.

Click!

Suddenly, a clear and decisive voice broke through the gloomy atmosphere, like a sharp blade breaking through the air, striking Qiu Dao's heart.

As the voice sounded, Qiu Dao's eyes instantly turned scarlet. It was a flame of anger, pain, and unwillingness, burning fiercely and almost swallowing him up.

"Second!"

Qiu Dao cried out in shock, his voice filled with uncontrollable grief and anger. (End of this chapter)