My Ares Son-in-Law

Ghost Strategist is the gang's strategist, the most meticulous and resourceful. He has solved many problems for the organization and is deeply trusted and valued by Situ Cang.

The other executives also seemed like powder kegs that had been lit, and they all spoke up, and for a moment, the whole space was filled with noise.

A tall, thin executive with a sinister expression slammed his hand on the armrest of his chair, stood up abruptly, his eyes filled with shock and rage, and roared at the top of his lungs:

"Humph!"

Luo Sha has gone missing. This must be some blind force in the ancient city pulling the strings behind the scenes!

They don't even take a piss and look at themselves in the mirror, to see how much they really are!

Our Black Phoenix organization has been operating in the ancient city for so many years, with deep roots. Who in the underworld or the legitimate world doesn't give us some face?

They dare to provoke us; they're practically courting death!
Another short, stout high-ranking official, exuding a violent aura, also jumped up, waving his thick arms and loudly volunteering for battle:

"The leader!"

Let me lead my men and turn that force that dares to provoke us upside down!
I want to see which fool dares to mess with me!

With our strength, crushing them is as easy as squeezing an ant!
Another high-ranking official, dressed in lavish attire and looking like a young nobleman, spoke slowly with a disdainful smile on his lips:
"These forces in the ancient city are nothing but a rabble."

Our Black Phoenix Organization has its leader, Situ Cang, as its pillar of strength. He is a powerful expert in the Heavenly River Realm with unfathomable strength, and we also have several peak experts in the Heavenly Realm assisting us.

With such power, who in the entire ancient city could rival it?
Even if they all attack together, they'll be nothing more than defeated opponents!

His words were filled with strong confidence in his own strength and extreme disdain for other forces in the ancient city.

In their view, the Black Phoenix Organization was invincible in the ancient city, and no one could challenge their authority.

Situ Cang sat upright in the dark red alloy chair, like a cold statue.

His grey-blue eyes, like ancient ice, remained calm and undisturbed as he silently watched the noisy high-ranking officials below.

However, the rhythm of his tapping on the armrest, which had been slow and steady, seemed to quicken slightly, as if a subtle worry was quietly stirring deep within him.

Finally, he slowly shook his head, and that icy voice rang out again, like a cold wind sweeping through a valley, carrying a power that pierces the heart:

"What I'm worried about is never the ancient city."

He paused slightly, his gaze seemingly piercing through the heavy alloy dome, looking towards the unknowable distance, as if endless dangers were hidden there.

"In this small ancient city, no matter what happens, we are confident in our ability to cope."

But what I'm worried about is... a thunderbolt from the sky.

The old man, known as "The Schemer," was intently stroking his beard when he heard Situ Cang's words. His hand suddenly stopped, and the few strands of his goatee trembled slightly at his fingertips.

For the first time, an undisguised look of astonishment appeared on his thin face; his eyes widened in disbelief.

"A thunderclap from outer space?"

Leader, this... this can't be, right?

The ancient city is but a corner on the edge of the chessboard, an insignificant little place in this vast world. Those powerful figures in the clouds, who control vast resources and possess extraordinary means, focus their attention on places that can bring enormous profits and influence. How could they... how could they possibly set their sights on this place?
He frowned, continuing to ponder, muttering to himself:

"The underground interests of the ancient city are nothing more than petty gains in their eyes."

Who would go to such lengths for such a small gain, sending down a force capable of instantly destroying the Rakshasa's lair?

This is completely illogical.

He simply couldn't understand what Situ Cang meant by "a thunderclap from beyond the sky." In his mind, the ancient city should be safe, and the Black Phoenix Organization's development in the ancient city wouldn't encounter too many obstacles.

The warhammer, already as massive as an iron tower, now appeared even more imposing due to its taut body.

His brows were tightly furrowed, like two knots that could not be untied. Beneath his thick brows, his large, bell-like eyes were filled with doubt and confusion.

He slapped his shiny bald head hard and said in a gruff voice:
"Chief, aren't you overthinking this?"

Our ancient city is just an inconspicuous little corner in this vast world.

Those "heavenly" Buddhas are all high-ranking and powerful figures with all-powerful eyes and ears. They control countless riches and immense power, and are busy every day vying for the great interests that can change the world order. How could they possibly care about the incense offerings of our "small temple"?

As he said this, he subconsciously swallowed, and some terrifying scenes involuntarily flashed through his mind.

What would it be like if those powerful beings from "outer heavens" descended and attacked their Black Phoenix organization?
It would probably be as easy as an elephant crushing an ant; it would be a complete and utter defeat!

Thinking of this, his body trembled slightly, but he quickly straightened his back, trying to calm himself down, muttering to himself:

"I just can't understand it, how is this possible..."

Situ Cang did not answer him, remaining quietly seated in the dark red alloy chair, like a silent mountain.

He simply raised the fingers that had been tapping the armrest slowly and steadily, as if every subtle movement contained endless profound meaning.

Deep within his grey-blue pupils, a sense of gravity, like an undercurrent beneath a layer of ice, quietly surged.

The lost signal was like a sudden bolt of lightning, shattering the seemingly peaceful night sky; the sudden and unexpected destruction was like a thunderclap, exploding in this silent space.

All of this, like a huge, ominous cloud, weighed heavily on the cold "Black Phoenix Organization," filling the entire space with a suffocating and tense atmosphere.

Situ Cang closed his eyes slightly, took a deep breath, and tried to glean some useful information from the air.

Suddenly, his nose twitched slightly, and a familiar yet terrifying feeling welled up inside him.

He sensed... the aura of destruction.

The aura was cold and cruel, as if death itself was whispering in one's ear, foreshadowing a great disaster that was about to befall them.

"I feel like something's not quite right..." Gui Mou murmured softly, his voice trembling slightly without his own awareness. His eyes unconsciously scanned his surroundings, trying to find the source of the anomaly in the seemingly ordinary environment.

His face was as somber as the sky before a storm, his brows furrowed tightly, his eyes filled with vigilance and worry. He took a deep breath and said in a low, serious voice:

"It would be best to send someone out to check the situation. I have a vague feeling that something is coming this way; the aura is terrifying, like a ferocious beast lurking in the darkness, ready to pounce and devour us at any moment." (End of Chapter)