My Son-in-law Is A War God
Chapter 1367 - 1368: Brother, Can You Do Me a Favor?

Chapter 1367: Chapter 1368: Brother, Can You Do Me a Favor?

Xiao Chen didn’t like owing favors.

So pointing out some guidance for Qu Hongbo was just a way to repay a favor.

"It’s a great honor."

Qu Hongbo was overjoyed.

The two went into the training room and came out half an hour later.

Qu Hongbo’s face was glowing with energy, his inner strength noticeably more refined, making him stronger than before.

"Alright, if there’s nothing else, we’re leaving. Remember, my identity—I don’t want you telling anyone about it. If word leaks out:

I’ll show no mercy."

The last three words dripped with killing intent as Xiao Chen unleashed an awe-inspiring aura, making the two tremble as if their lives had reached their end.

They broke out in cold sweat.

Terrifying—it was just his presence, and already it was so overwhelming. If he truly made a move, he could kill them instantly.

After Xiao Chen left, Qu Hongbo and Qu Zhenyu both felt an overwhelming sense of relief.

"Son, you’ve really found yourself a strong backer."

Xiao Chen’s involvement with the Qu Family matters ended here. He left the Qus’ and returned home.

Shang Qingcheng, Liu Xin, and Huang Ningxia had gone out shopping.

The Capital City is indeed bustling, perfect for leisurely strolls.

There were people secretly protecting them, so Xiao Chen naturally didn’t worry.

Jiang Meng had gone to the company, while Flora went to hang out with Han Fei’er.

Xiao Chen’s father Xiao Enze was playing chess in the yard with Ye Jianguo.

The whole house—it seemed only Xiao Chen was bored out of his mind.

"Bro, can you help me with something?"

Huang Ningxia’s daughter Zhang Erya appeared.

It was the weekend. While Jiang Meng, the chairwoman, kept busy, Zhang Erya had some free time.

Her expression carried tension, as if she wanted to say something but held back.

"Go ahead, you’re my mother’s daughter. Even though we’re half-siblings, I’ve always treated you as my little sister."

Xiao Chen smiled.

He thought, perfect—finding himself something to do sounded good.

"My younger brother was beaten up."

Zhang Erya said.

Xiao Chen then remembered Zhang Erya had a younger brother named Zhang Erqiang, studying in the Capital City.

"Is it serious?"

Xiao Chen frowned.

Although he hadn’t met him, Zhang Erqiang was also Huang Ningxia’s son, which made him Xiao Chen’s brother. Someone dared harm his brother—how could that be allowed?

"Quite serious. He’s in the hospital."

Zhang Erya replied.

"Are hospital fees an issue?"

"No, no, no—it’s not about money."

Zhang Erya shook her head. "I have a job now, and my salary isn’t bad. Plus, my sister-in-law takes good care of me. The problem is, even with my brother so gravely injured, those people still won’t let him go. They even threatened him further. I had no choice but to come to you, big brother."

"Got it. Let’s head to the hospital first."

Xiao Chen nodded slightly. Even if Zhang Erqiang had nothing to do with him, Xiao Chen, as the King Yama War God, wouldn’t tolerate such situations. Letting this slide? Absolutely not.

At that moment, in Tonghua City’s Chang Family estate.

Chang Ziru was stomping Qu Sheng into the ground, his face bloodied, yet not stopping.

"What can you even do? What can you do? I told you to secretly support Qu Zhenjun to become the Family Head’s heir, but what did you do?

Why is it Qu Zhenyu, that waste, who became the heir instead?

I spent all that money, and in the end, it all went down the drain."

Qu Sheng clutched his head, shielding his vital spots, enduring Chang Ziru’s brutal beating.

He dared not resist, nor refute anything—getting beaten was far better than dying.

The Shang Family in Tonghua City couldn’t afford to provoke the Chang Family there, even less so the impoverished Qu Family.

"With you like this, you think you can take over Dashang Group? Has your brain been eaten by a dog?"

Chang Ziru stomped Qu Sheng hard again, then snarled at him, "I’ll give you one last chance. I better not see Xiao Chen or Jiang Meng again. Take them out for me, and I’ll overlook everything you’ve done.

If you can’t, then just wait to lose your head. I won’t show mercy.

Now get out!"

Qu Sheng limped away.

His face covered in blood.

Utterly dejected.

He hated Chang Ziru.

But he didn’t dare provoke Chang Ziru.

"Xiao Chen, Jiang Meng—just wait, I’ll make sure you die."

Thinking about Qu Zhenyu’s smug demeanor—if not for that piece of paper, Qu Zhenjun would’ve been the Qu Family’s heir by now. Truly infuriating.

"A bunch of clowns. Guess I’ll have to come up with another plan."

Chang Ziru’s eyes gleamed maliciously, and he removed the ring from his finger.

Under the ring, on his finger, was a tiny Satan emblem.

"As long as I kill Xiao Chen, I can officially join Hades Organization! This mark will then become real."

Chang Ziru sneered coldly.

Xiao Chen and Zhang Erya arrived at the hospital and saw Zhang Erqiang in the ICU room. Xiao Chen’s expression soured.

To beat someone up so badly and still remain at large—who could be behind it?

"How’s his condition?"

Xiao Chen asked the attending doctor.

"He hasn’t yet passed the critical phase. Whoever did this—what ruthless people!"

The doctor sighed.

"No matter what, you’ll save him. Gather the best doctors in the hospital to have a consultation."

Xiao Chen ordered.

"That might be a bit challenging."

The doctor shook his head. "To be blunt, you’re not exactly special clients; this kind of treatment isn’t easy to arrange."

Xiao Chen understood what he meant.

So he directly dialed a number.

The doctor froze for a moment but said nothing. The patient inside was indeed in critical condition, and if the hospital’s experts could convene, the crisis might be averted.

Still, he didn’t think much of it—Xiao Chen didn’t seem like anyone particularly influential.

However, ten minutes later, the hospital’s director, vice dean, and over ten medical experts and professors all showed up.

"How’s the patient’s condition?"

The director asked the attending doctor.

"Still in the critical phase—very troublesome."

The doctor answered honestly.

"Folks, the patient inside is extremely important. We must save him with full commitment; otherwise, we’ll be in serious trouble. Let’s go."

More than ten experts rushed into the ICU.

The attending doctor was left standing there, stunned.

Good heavens—truly, you can’t judge a book by its cover.

Zhang Erya looked at Xiao Chen with admiration. If she’d come to him sooner, maybe things wouldn’t have gotten this bad.

Half an hour later, the team of experts finally managed some emergency procedures to wake Zhang Erqiang up.

This was the power of influence.

If it weren’t for Xiao Chen, Zhang Erqiang’s fate might have been death.

No suspense about it.

As soon as Zhang Erqiang woke up, he muttered a woman’s name: "Xiaolin, save Xiaolin!"

"Brother, you’ve just regained consciousness, don’t worry about other people now."

Zhang Erya said, anxious.

"Sis, you don’t understand. Xiaolin sacrificed herself and willingly went with those scumbags to save me. She’s a good girl—I can’t let her fall into their hands, especially because of me."

Zhang Erqiang struggled to sit up.

But Xiao Chen stopped him. "Who took your girlfriend? The location—I’ll handle it. You’re in no condition to do anything; focus on recovering."

"Who are you?"

Zhang Erqiang was stunned.

"He’s our mom’s other son—our brother. The person I’ve told you about in those stories is him."

Zhang Erya explained.