My Ares Son-in-Law

Xiao Chen didn't turn around, like a cold statue. Only his icy, emotionless voice echoed, striking Zhou Hongyan's heart clearly:
"Clean up the trash."

The voice was like the north wind in the dead of winter, sending a chill down Zhou Hongyan's spine.

"Don't follow me, I won't pick up trash a second time."

Xiao Chen added that the resolute and indifferent tone in his words made Zhou Hongyan's heart sink.

She felt a burning sensation on her cheeks, as if she had been slapped in public.

She stood there blankly, watching Xiao Chen's figure disappear behind the curtain, her heart filled with mixed feelings—embarrassment, disappointment, and a touch of indescribable grievance.

The moment the words fell, it was as if time itself froze for a second because of this sudden action.

A black object, carrying his unique body heat and the faint, lingering scent of gunpowder, was casually tossed over by him.

The movement was graceful and swift; the object traced a short but clear arc in the air, like a shooting star streaking across the night sky, carrying a mysterious and elusive quality.

Zhou Hongyan subconsciously reached out and caught the object steadily.

The moment she touched it, a cold, hard sensation spread from her fingertips throughout her body, causing her to tremble slightly.

Upon closer inspection, she realized that what she was holding was a uniquely shaped, matte black mobile phone.

This phone has a sharp, angular design, quite different from the smooth, rounded consumer phones on the market. It looks like a mysterious weapon from the future.

With just one glance, Zhou Hongyan's blood seemed to freeze instantly, as if she had been frozen in place by a spell.

As a member of the Underworld, she received the most rigorous and comprehensive equipment identification training.

Through countless days and nights of arduous training, she became intimately familiar with the characteristics and details of various equipment, able to detect even the slightest difference, such as a single screw.

The phone in front of you is definitely not any consumer phone on the market!
Her gaze was fixed on the phone, and she began to examine it carefully.

That special interface is completely different from that of ordinary mobile phones. It is more compact and precise, as if it was designed to adapt to some special environment. The reinforced body has a heavy feel to the touch, as if it can withstand any violent impact or collision. And there is that extremely small special triangular mark on the back, which looks like circuit etching. It is almost hard to notice if you don't look closely.

This mark is like a mysterious code, hiding countless unknown secrets.

A thought suddenly flashed through Zhou Hongyan's mind, her eyes widened instantly, and an expression of disbelief appeared on her face.

This is an encrypted communication terminal used exclusively by agents of the Black Hawk Intelligence Agency's "Dark Web"!

Codenamed "Ghost Messenger"!
In the dark world of intelligence, the "Ghost Messenger" is like a legend. It possesses the most advanced encryption technology, which can ensure the absolute security of information during transmission. It is an important tool for Black Hawk agents to communicate with headquarters and transmit classified information.

How did he end up with this phone?!

Zhou Hongyan frowned deeply, her heart filled with doubt and shock.

She recalled the thrilling battle she had fought against the Black Phoenix Organization and Luo Sha. Could this phone be somehow connected to them?
A hint of wariness and curiosity flashed in her eyes, and her mind began to race.

What is its relationship with the Black Phoenix Organization and the Rahu?
Did the Black Phoenix Organization steal this phone from the Black Hawk Society, or did Xiao Chen have some kind of secret deal with the Black Hawk Society? Or perhaps, Xiao Chen himself is an undercover agent sent by the Black Hawk Society, deliberately exposing this phone to her? What astonishing secrets are stored inside?
Zhou Hongyan's heart started racing involuntarily. She could feel her heart pounding violently in her chest, as if it were about to burst out of her chest.

This phone is like Pandora's box; once opened, it will unleash countless unknown dangers and secrets.

She gripped her phone tightly, her fingers turning white from the force, her eyes filled with determination and resolve.

No matter what, she was determined to unravel the mystery behind the phone and uncover the truth hidden in the darkness.

Countless thunderous questions, like a surging tide, roared through Zhou Hongyan's mind in an instant!
Every question was like a sharp dagger, piercing her nerves.

Her eyes widened, and she looked up abruptly, her gaze filled with urgency and resentment. She opened her mouth, wanting to immediately catch up with him and pour out all the questions swirling in her mind to Xiao Chen, to get a clear and unambiguous answer.

However, fate always seems to play tricks on us.

Just as she was about to speak, the previously still curtain suddenly began to sway gently, as if it were being gently touched by an invisible hand.

Immediately afterwards, Xiao Chen's tall and stern figure, like a ghost, disappeared behind the curtain.

All that remained was the cold air, as if the faint smell of gunpowder still lingered on him, and the deathly silent corridor, so quiet it made one's heart race.

The silence was like a giant black hole, swallowing up all of Zhou Hongyan's voice and courage.

Zhou Hongyan gripped the cold "Ghost Messenger" tightly in her hand, as if she wanted to convey all her doubts and anger through the force of her grip.

The sharp edges of the metal cut into her palms, causing a sharp pain that traveled along her nerve endings to her heart, but it also made her more alert.

She took a deep breath, a breath that seemed to carry endless determination and strength, forcing her somewhat panicked heart, which was filled with shock, to calm down.

She knew perfectly well that now was definitely not the time to investigate Xiao Chen's identity!
This phone is like a powerful information bomb; if not handled properly, it could trigger an unpredictable disaster.

This must be reported immediately!

The thought flashed through her mind like lightning, firm and unwavering.

She dragged her still somewhat weak body, as if all her strength had been drained away, making every step she took so difficult.

Even so, she still suppressed the lingering embarrassment, which burned like a fire on her cheeks, but she couldn't care less.

She quickly straightened her torn trouser leg, her fingers trembling slightly as she tried to make herself look less disheveled.

Then, limping but with a clear goal, she rushed toward the exit she had come from.

Although his steps were unsteady, they were filled with determination and urgency, as if each step was a race against time.

She had to find a place with a signal immediately!
Only by reporting the situation of this phone promptly can potential dangers be avoided. (End of Chapter)