My Ares Son-in-Law

Zhou Hongyan knew that this involved more than just a small Black Phoenix organization; it might trigger a storm that would shake the underworld.

Meanwhile, deep within the labyrinthine darkness of the abandoned factory lies a place shrouded in darkness and silence—the elevator shaft.

Xiao Chen's figure flashed silently into a freight elevator that required special permissions to activate, like a ghost.

His footsteps were light and silent, as if he were walking on cotton, without making the slightest unnecessary sound.

His eyes were cold and sharp, like stars in a cold night, exuding a chilling majesty.

He tightly gripped a bloodstained metal key card he had retrieved from Luo Sha's corpse. The blood on it had dried somewhat, turning a dark red color and emitting a faint smell of blood.

He slowly walked to the elevator panel, the cold metal panel gleaming with a chilling light in the dim light.

There was only one scarlet button on the panel, clearly marked "B3". The bright red color was particularly glaring in the darkness, as if it were a sign of the entrance to hell.

"drop…………"

Xiao Chen gently swiped the key card across the sensor area, and a crisp "beep" sounded in the silent elevator shaft, like the sound of a key unlocking a mysterious world.

Immediately afterwards, the green light came on, like a ray of hope in the darkness.

The heavy elevator doors began to close slowly, the slow and steady movement as if separating two completely different worlds.

As the elevator doors gradually closed, the stench of blood and the terrifying atmosphere that permeated the upper floor were slowly shut out, leaving only a deathly silence.

The elevator began to slowly descend amidst a slight feeling of weightlessness, as if being gently pulled by an invisible hand and falling into an unknown abyss.

In the cramped elevator space, only the monotonous sound of mechanical operation echoed continuously. The creaking sound seemed to be the elevator telling the story of the countless secrets it carried and the earth-shattering events that were about to happen.

"Ding."

After an unknown amount of time, a crisp notification sound broke the long silence, like a ray of dawn in the darkness.

We've reached the third basement level.

Xiao Chen's eyes flickered slightly, and his aura instantly became sharp. He knew that the real challenge and secret might be waiting for him on this level.

The heavy alloy elevator doors emitted a deep rumble, like a sleeping behemoth slowly opening its enormous mouth, gradually sliding open to the sides.

As the crack in the door widened, an even more sinister and chilling aura than that of the upper level rushed out, as if the cold was emanating from a crack in hell, chilling one to the bone.

Outside the door was a deep and long passage, the walls of which were pieced together from pieces of peeling, mottled metal plates. The dark gray anti-rust paint that was originally applied to the metal plates had now peeled off in large patches, revealing the rusty metal underneath, which looked particularly desolate and dilapidated under the pale light.

Above, a row of stark white LED lights, radiating a chilling aura, stood in neat rows. Their glaring light bathed the passageway in a deathly white, devoid of any warmth, as if it were a cold corner forgotten by the world. The air was thick with various pungent odors: the heavy smell of engine oil, like countless fine needles piercing the nostrils; the nauseating chemical odor of disinfectant, permeating the air; and mixed among these two smells was a faint, stale, bloody stench, like an invisible thread coiling around one's heart, sending a chill down one's spine, as if countless bloody and gruesome scenes had once unfolded here.

The moment the elevator doors opened, the four guards standing like statues on either side of the doors turned their previously calm gazes toward them.

They stood tall and straight, like four ancient pine trees, steadfastly guarding their posts. They wore specially made black combat uniforms, the material of which shimmered with a metallic sheen under the light, making them appear exceptionally fine.

They were fully equipped, with sharp pistols hanging at their waists, powerful submachine guns slung on their backs, and various advanced tactical equipment on their arms. Their eyes were sharp as eagles, as if they could penetrate one's soul, far superior to the rabble of thugs in the upper echelons.

The leader had a hideous, centipede-like scar on his face, stretching from the corner of his left eye to the corner of his right mouth, which looked particularly frightening under the stark white light.

This person was Luo Sha's confidant, infamous within the Black Phoenix organization, and nicknamed "Poisonous Scorpion".

He was ruthless and merciless, killing without hesitation, and was one of Luo Sha's most capable henchmen.

"Master, you..."

The scorpion spoke habitually, its voice low and hoarse, carrying a chilling quality born from long exposure to darkness.

His gaze unconsciously fell on the sedan chair. He originally thought he would see Luo Sha's majestic figure, but the scene in front of him made his voice suddenly get stuck in his throat, like a rooster with its neck being choked, unable to make a sound!
The respect on his face instantly turned into extreme horror, his eyes widened like copper bells, and his mouth gaped open as if an egg could be stuffed inside.

Instead of the Rakshasa they had expected, they found a corpse carelessly tossed aside in a corner inside the sedan chair!
The corpse was dressed in that all-too-familiar black clothes, which looked particularly glaring under the pale light; its face was dead, its eyes wide open, frozen in a look of terror, as if it had seen the most terrifying thing in the world before it died—the Rakshasa!
Beside the gruesome corpse, a young man in a black trench coat stood silently.

His posture was as upright as a spear, like an unshakeable war god in the darkness.

The black trench coat swayed gently in the faint airflow in the corridor, making a soft rustling sound, adding to its mystery and aloofness.

He was slowly raising his head, his movements unhurried yet carrying an indescribable air of authority.

His face remained expressionless, as if nothing in the world could stir any emotion within him.

His gaze was as calm as a bottomless pool of cold water, deep and icy, devoid of any warmth or emotional fluctuation.

As his gaze slowly swept over the four people outside the door, the four guards felt a chill run from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads, as if they were being stared at by a ferocious beast, and the hairs on their bodies stood on end.

That gaze was more piercing than the cold air that filled the corridor!
Like sharp ice blades, they pierced straight into the depths of their souls, causing them to shiver involuntarily.

"Enemy attack!!!"

Scorpion was the first to react. His roar, like a rooster being strangled, was shrill and piercing, echoing in the silent corridor as if it were the call of death, instantly shattering the suffocating stillness. (End of Chapter)