My Ares Son-in-Law

Warhammer had been listening casually to Ghost Strategist's slightly worried words, but when Ghost Strategist finished speaking, he was slightly taken aback, a brief look of surprise flashing in his eyes, as if he had been startled by Ghost Strategist's sudden caution.

But in just a moment, the corners of his mouth slowly turned up, forming a carefree arc. Then, a hearty laugh, tinged with a hint of disdain, burst from his mouth. The laugh echoed in the slightly oppressive space, carrying a sense of indifference to Gui Mou's worries.

He strode forward, walked to Gui Mou's side, and then patted Gui Mou's shoulder forcefully.

When that palm fell, it carried a force that should not be underestimated. It was so strong that Gui Mou's originally steady body swayed slightly, as if he had been blown by a sudden whirlwind.

"You're overthinking this, you cunning scheme."

As Warhammer spoke, he gently shook his head, a relaxed expression on his face.
"You should think about this carefully. This isn't a place where just any Tom, Dick, or Harry can come in."

It's like a dangerous fortress hidden in the darkness, with numerous checkpoints and unseen dangers.

Which fool would dare to come here rashly? That would be like jumping into a fire pit, as if they thought they had too much time on their hands and were deliberately looking for death!
"Just relax and stop being so suspicious and scaring yourself."

Warhammer shouted nonchalantly, his voice so loud it seemed to pierce the somewhat oppressive space.

His eyes revealed an absolute confidence in his own strength; his gaze was like a burning flame, fiery and bright, as if no difficulty in the world could stop him, and no danger could threaten him.

"hope so."

Just then, Situ Cang, the leader of the Black Phoenix Organization who had been silent all along, slowly spoke.

He lowered his head slightly, gently stroking his chin with one hand, a gesture that appeared somewhat profound and mysterious.

His eyes were as somber as the sky before a storm, filled with dark clouds, making it impossible to discern his innermost thoughts.

Then, as if suddenly remembering something more important, his tone abruptly turned cold, and his voice became low and serious.
"Where is that batch of 'goods'?"

Has the 'passage' over to the Russians in the north been cleared?

"Rest assured, Chief!"

Upon hearing Situ Cang's question, a burly, menacing-looking hall master immediately perked up. He took a sudden step forward, forcefully pounding his chest as if he were about to crush it.

His eyes gleamed with greed, like a starving beast eyeing delicious food, revealing an extreme desire for enormous wealth.

"All the joints in Harbin have been cleared!"

I have assigned my most capable subordinates and used every means at my disposal to eliminate any forces that might stand in our way.

As long as this batch of 'goods' is transported in from the glacier and distributed within our territory... hehe."

At this point, he couldn't help but chuckle, a laugh filled with pride and a bright vision for the future.

"That's not a small matter of tens of millions, it's billions!"

Billions upon billions flowing in!

"At that time, our Black Phoenix Organization will be able to use this wealth to reach even greater heights, trampling the entire ancient city and even the western region under our feet, making everyone bow down to us!"

The barely suppressed excitement that had been simmering in the council chamber suddenly erupted like a powder keg, bursting into a series of low, suppressed laughs. The laughter rose and fell, hissing like venomous snakes crawling from the shadows, spreading wildly through the air.

A strange atmosphere permeated the air, a mixture of the stench of money and cold-bloodedness, like a pool of foul-smelling sewage that made people frown, yet were irresistibly tempted by the enormous profits hidden within.

"Nanlai Group? Hmph!"

A tall, thin man with sinister eyes broke the brief silence first. A slight smirk played on his lips, his voice filled with mockery.
"That's just a shell on the surface!"
It's like a gorgeous yet fragile coat that will break with the slightest tug.

Even if it's lost, it doesn't matter. To our Black Phoenix Organization, it's utterly insignificant.

Another gang leader, with a face full of scars and a physique as strong as a bear, echoed:
"That's right!
Once this new 'golden waterway' is fully opened, our Black Phoenix Organization will be something else!

The economic lifeline of the ancient city will be firmly in our hands. At that time, we will be the true uncrowned kings of this ancient city!

Government officials and business tycoons alike have to defer to us!

As he spoke, he waved his arm vigorously, as if he had already grasped the entire ancient city in his hands.

"As for those who are addicted to 'goods'..."

A man with a pointed face and cunning eyes spoke in a sarcastic tone, his face carrying a cold and cruel expression.

"Their families were destroyed, and they became walking corpses; that's their own fault!"
Who cares whether they live or die?

Their fate is but a mere speck of dust on our Black Phoenix Organization's path to the top; even if we trample them underfoot, they will leave no trace!

Upon hearing this, everyone nodded in agreement, their faces revealing greedy and smug smiles.

They seemed to already see the mountains of wealth and feel the supreme power.

Faced with this readily available and immense wealth, they were completely intoxicated, as if they had already touched that cold and dazzling power, which was like a sharp sword, radiating an alluring cold light, making them eager to grasp it in their hands.

However, just as everyone was immersed in this beautiful fantasy, losing all sense of time...

"Boom!!!"

A terrifying roar, seemingly from the depths of hell, exploded above everyone's heads without warning!

The sound was like a thunderclap in a clear sky, or like a giant hammer smashing the top of one's head, making one's eardrums feel like they were about to burst, as if countless steel needles were stabbing wildly inside the ears.

Everyone's hearts felt like they were about to leap out of their chests, and their bodies trembled involuntarily. The smug smiles on their faces froze instantly, replaced by fear and panic.

Immediately afterwards, everyone was horrified to see that the heavy, century-old ironwood door of the council hall, a symbol of the Black Phoenix Organization's supreme authority, was being violently torn apart by an invisible force.

The hard ironwood groaned in pain under the force, and wood chips flew everywhere.

In an instant, the door exploded open, shattering into pieces of varying sizes, scattering across the ground like kites with broken strings. (End of Chapter)