My Ares Son-in-Law

Although it was May, which should have been the warm season of late spring and early summer, the capital seemed to be shrouded in an inexplicable chill, and a biting cold wind was blowing.

The cold wind was like a group of mad beasts, roaring wildly between heaven and earth, carrying with it bone-chilling coldness and endless frenzy.

It was like a sharp blade, madly hitting the extremely solid steel outer wall of the Yama Palace headquarters base, making a series of teeth-grinding friction sounds, as if it wanted to tear the steel fortress into pieces.

Huangtian sat quietly in the combat command room, which was the core of Yama Palace. Various advanced instruments flashed cold light, as if telling the mystery and power of this place.

His eyes were fixed like an eagle's, sharp and deep, as if they could penetrate the darkness of the night and see through all the secrets of the world.

He gently clenched his five fingers in the air, as if an invisible force was gathering in his palm.

The laptop computer placed two meters away defied common sense and flew to his calloused palm with a whoosh, as if pulled by an invisible thread.

The metal shell made a slight collision sound when it came into contact with the palm. It was particularly clear in this base where it was so quiet that you could hear your heartbeat, like a sudden alarm.

The sound startled the snowy owl perched in the corner, causing it to let out a sharp cry. The cry broke the tranquility of the night and added a bit of tension to the atmosphere.

"This little girl is really restless. With her family background, why would she go to a small place to be an agent? She asks me to solve cases all day long. It's really troublesome. I am the commander-in-chief of the Yama Palace after all. Why do I, Huangtian, have nothing to do all day long?" Huangtian muttered as he kicked the tactical backpack at his feet with his military boots.

The combat boots collided with the backpack, and the metal buckles hit the ground with a crisp sound that echoed in the empty room.

He felt helpless. Zhou Hongyan, this girl, came from a prominent family and could have lived a pampered life, but she chose to be an agent in a small place and caused him trouble from time to time.

As the commander-in-chief of Yama Palace, he shoulders the heavy responsibility of protecting national security and fighting against all evil forces, but he is often dragged by her to solve some seemingly insignificant small cases.

Unzipping his tactical backpack, he began searching for the data cable.

While searching, the cuff of his camouflage uniform slipped off, revealing a hideous scar on his forearm.

The scar was winding on the forearm like a centipede, with a terrifying dark red color, as if telling of the life-and-death struggle in the past.

That was the mark left by the machete wound thrown by the leader of an extremist organization while on a mission in the Middle East last year.

At that time, the war was raging and the air was filled with smoke. They launched a thrilling battle with the extremist organization.

The leader was highly skilled in martial arts and ruthless in his attack. The blow almost took his life, but he finally completed the task with his strong will and extraordinary skills.

This scar is his medal of honor, but also a pain that can never be erased from his heart.

Although he complained, Huangtian still turned on the computer and logged into the encrypted mailbox.

The incandescent lights in the base were crackling overhead, flickering from time to time, as if they would go out at any moment.

The faint, flickering light made his angular face appear bright and dim, and his shadow on the wall also became distorted, as if he was a ghost walking out of the darkness.

When the video sent by Zhou Hongyan began to download, his fingers tapping on the table quickened with every advance in the progress bar.

The fingers were like dense drum beats, as if beating a war drum, playing a prelude to the upcoming battle. The sound of knuckles hitting the table echoed in the empty room, and each sound struck his tense heartstrings.

He knew very well that Zhou Hongyan would not look for him for no reason. There must be important clues hidden in this video, and perhaps another difficult battle was waiting for him.

Just a few seconds into the video, an unhappy look suddenly appeared on Huang Tian's originally calm and handsome face.

That look was like a huge rock thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples of dissatisfaction.

He casually grabbed the cold sandwich on the table, and took a big bite as if to vent his frustration on the food.

Bread crumbs fell like snowflakes on the table covered with tactical maps. The densely packed marks and lines seemed to be covered by this sudden "snow".

"What's so good about analyzing such a trivial fight? Could it be that this young man was beaten to death by these bodyguards? It's really possible." He chewed a sandwich and spoke unclearly, his voice full of disdain and ridicule.

He glanced at the screen, his lips slightly turned down, with a hint of contempt in his eyes.

"Looking at the gestures of these bodyguards, they must be retired special forces soldiers. Tsk tsk tsk, a group of special forces soldiers actually bullied a weak kid. How shameful..."

As he muttered, his other hand unconsciously rubbed the bayonet at his waist.

The bayonet flashed a cold light under the dim light, as if it was his loyal partner. The texture of the metal transmitted through his fingertips calmed his originally irritable mood a little.

He leaned back in his chair, crossed his legs, and looked nonchalant, as if he had decided that the video was worthless and was ready to hastily end this "boring" viewing.

Just as he was casually preparing to close the video, a golden light flashed across the screen like lightning.

The light was dazzling, instantly illuminating the entire screen, as if it was a ray of hope suddenly shooting out from the dark abyss.

Huangtian's pupils suddenly shrank like needle tips, and his eyes were full of shock and disbelief.

His body seemed to be hit by an invisible force. He sat up straight like a spring and his knees hit the corner of the table heavily.

The intense pain made him groan and beads of sweat instantly appeared on his forehead, but he was completely unaware of it, as if the knock was just a trivial matter.

At this moment, all his attention was firmly attracted by the picture in front of him. He pressed the edge of the screen with both hands, his knuckles turned white due to the force, as if he wanted to see through the screen and explore the secret behind the golden light.

"This is..." His voice was hoarse, as if his throat was strangled by an invisible hand. His Adam's apple rolled up and down, and the veins on his forehead bulged like a winding earthworm.

The appearance of the golden light completely overturned his previous judgment and made him realize that this video was far from as simple as he had imagined.

He rewound the video repeatedly, and each time he rewound it, his eyes became more focused, as if he was looking for some crucial clue.

Every frame was magnified to the extreme, and his eyes were almost glued to the screen, not missing any tiny details.

When he saw the Nine Yang Palm Qi emerging from Xiao Chen's palm, cold sweat instantly soaked his camouflage uniform. (End of this chapter)