My Ares Son-in-Law

It seems that the Black Phoenix Organization and this heinous crime are indeed from the same family, and there must be some intricate connection between them.

This discovery made Zhou Hongyan both excited and nervous. She was excited because she had finally found a key clue to the case, but nervous because the next steps would be even more dangerous and difficult.

Zhou Hongyan's heart pounded wildly in her chest, like a resounding war drum, each beat striking her chest heavily.

But she didn't hesitate at all. She quickly adjusted her state, like the most precise cheetah, silently lurking in the darkness, looking for the best time to strike.

Using the surging crowd and the deafening roar of the huge sound equipment as cover, she silently followed behind Wang Biao and his group.

Her steps were light and agile, each step landing in a place that was not easily noticed, her body pressed tightly against the wall, trying to minimize her presence.

The heavy soundproof curtain fell heavily behind her, like an invisible barrier that instantly shut out the frenzied noise from the outside world.

The deafening shouts and cheers from just moments ago have now become distant and distant, leaving only a deathly silence behind the curtain.

Zhou Hongyan took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down, and cautiously observed her surroundings.

Behind the curtain was a dimly lit corridor.

The lights were dim and yellowish, as if they might go out at any moment, giving people a sinister and terrifying feeling.

The strong smell of disinfectant mixed with rust and stale blood seeped into Zhou Hongyan's nostrils, making her frown involuntarily.

The smell reminded her of the oppressive atmosphere in the hospital, but now it carried a hint of blood and sin.

The corridor floor was wet, as if it had just been mopped, but some dark red stains remained, like dried blood.

Large patches of plaster had peeled off the walls, revealing the mottled bricks underneath, making the walls look dilapidated.

Zhou Hongyan walked forward cautiously, taking each step carefully, afraid of making the slightest sound.

At the end of the corridor was a heavy iron door with peeling paint.

The iron gate looked very old, covered with rust and scratches, as if telling the story of the countless storms it had weathered.

The iron gate was half-closed, letting in a faint ray of light.

Wang Biao and his group pushed open the door and entered without the slightest hesitation.

Zhou Hongyan quickly dodged into a narrow recess next to her that was filled with mops and buckets.

The groove was small and dirty, and filled with a pungent musty smell.

She held her breath and tried to curl up as much as possible to reduce the chances of being discovered.

The cold metal bucket edge pressed against her shoulder blade, causing her a sharp pain, but she ignored it and listened intently to the sounds coming from inside the door.

She knew that every second that followed was crucial, and that any slight sound could determine her life or death and the success or failure of the mission.

Inside, the atmosphere was as oppressive as the sky before a storm, so stifling that it was hard to breathe.

Wang Biao's voice, though strained to be suppressed, still trembled with fear, like the howl of a wounded beast. It echoed faintly in the empty, cold corridor, each word like a thorn pricking one's eardrums.

"Brother Sha! Something...something terrible has happened! The entire Nanlai Group is finished! The top floor exploded! The power of the explosion was like the sky collapsing, flames shot into the sky, and thick smoke billowed. All the people we planted, and...and Lao Zhou...we can't even find a trace of their bones!"

Wang Biao's voice was choked with sobs as he spoke incoherently, his body trembling uncontrollably. He recalled the horrific explosion, his eyes filled with terror, as if the horrific scene were replaying before his eyes.

A brief, suffocating silence.

The deathly silence was like an invisible giant net, enveloping everyone inside the door and making their hearts beat faster involuntarily.

Everyone held their breath, waiting for Luo Sha's reaction; a thick atmosphere of tension and unease filled the air.

Immediately afterwards, a deep, hoarse sound, like rusty iron scraping together, rang out. The sound seemed to come from the depths of hell, carrying a chilling aura that sent shivers down one's spine.

Every word was icy, piercing coldly into one's heart: "All over? Then how did you bunch of good-for-nothings manage to crawl back?"

The voice wasn't loud, but it carried a chilling pressure that pierced to the bone, as if it could freeze one's soul.

This is none other than the infamous Luo Sha, a fearsome figure in the ancient city's martial arts world!
He sat in a large chair, his eyes cold and sharp, like two sharp daggers piercing straight at Wang Biao and the others.

Upon hearing this voice, Wang Biao's body trembled violently, and he almost collapsed to the ground.

He stammered, "Brother Sha! We...we were on the first floor dealing with...dealing with the 'goods,' which were all hard-earned and priceless. We were busy counting them when suddenly we heard a loud bang from above, followed by a violent tremor. At first, we didn't react, but when we came to our senses, we saw flames and thick smoke pouring down from upstairs. We were terrified, we didn't care about anything, we just ran...runned out!"

As Wang Biao spoke, he wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, his eyes filled with fear and pleading.

"boom!"

Before Wang Biao could finish speaking, a muffled, loud bang exploded inside the door, like a bolt from the blue.

Accompanying the loud bang was the terrifying cracking sound of bones breaking, a sound that sent chills down one's spine, as if one could hear the "crack" of bones breaking.

Immediately following was a short, piercing scream, a scream like the cry of an owl, echoing in the silent space and sending chills down one's spine.

Clearly, someone had been slammed hard against the wall or the ground by the Rakshasa, suffering severe injuries.

Wang Biao and the other men in black vests turned pale with fright, their bodies trembling like leaves.

They kept their heads down, not daring to look at Luo Sha, fearing that they would be the next to suffer.

Hearing this voice, Zhou Hongyan outside the door felt a chill run down her spine. She knew that Luo Sha's cruelty and viciousness far exceeded her imagination, and the situation ahead would be even more dangerous and complicated.

But she did not back down; instead, she became even more determined to find out the truth and bring these criminals to justice.

"waste!"

"A bunch of trash!"

Luo Sha suddenly jumped up from his chair. He was tall and strong, like a volcano about to erupt, and exuded a chilling aura of violence.

His voice suddenly rose, exploding like thunder in the small room, filled with undisguised violent killing intent. Every word was like a barbed steel whip, lashing fiercely at everyone's hearts.

"How much effort have we, Black Phoenix, poured into the South Group?"

"That's the culmination of our years of hard work, from the initial small-scale operation to its current massive scale; every step has been soaked in the blood and sweat of our brothers!" (End of Chapter)