My Ares Son-in-Law

These few words struck like a heavy hammer into everyone's heart, announcing the end of an era and the demise of a power.

The piercing, ear-piercing sound of the siren, like a sharp blade, mercilessly tore apart the stagnant, lifeless silence of midnight.

At this moment, on the cold and hard cement floor of the abandoned factory, the blood that had flowed freely earlier had gradually condensed into dark red ice crystals in the bone-chilling cold.

The ice crystals shimmered with an eerie and sinister light, like cold marks left by death, telling of the tragedy and horror that had just occurred here.

Police cars roared to a stop outside the abandoned factory, their flashing lights illuminating the surroundings as if it were daytime.

Zhou Hongyan was the first to yank open the car door. She stood tall and straight, her eyes cold and stern. Her leather boots slammed heavily on the frost-covered ground, and with a "crack," the frost crumbled under her feet. The crisp sound was particularly clear in the silent air.

Behind her, the members of the Yama Palace filed out one after another like well-trained cheetahs.

Holding blinding flashlights, the intense beams of light, like sharp swords, cleaved open the dark entrance to the warehouse, temporarily dispelling the endless darkness.

As they approached the warehouse, a strong, nauseating stench assaulted their nostrils.

The stench was mixed with the pungent smell of rust and the sour, putrid odor of some ruptured organ. These smells intertwined like an invisible giant wave, carrying a suffocating pressure, and slammed hard into everyone's face.

Many people subconsciously frowned and covered their mouths and noses with their hands, but the smell still stubbornly entered their nasal cavities, making their stomachs churn.

"Seal off the scene!"
The first and second teams of trace evidence inspection are advanced!
The rest of you, keep watch on the perimeter!

Zhou Hongyan's voice was like a bowstring stretched to its limit, exceptionally clear and powerful in the cold night.

Her gaze was firm and cold as she swept over everyone around her, as if instilling courage and strength in them with her aura.

She forced herself not to look at the half-congealed, enormous pool of blood at her feet, which resembled the mouth of a demon.

The pool of blood stretched from the warehouse entrance into the depths of darkness, like a river of blood leading to hell, sending chills down one's spine.

However, while commands can control actions, they cannot suppress physiological instincts.

As soon as the young employees rushed into the warehouse, the overwhelming sense of death and the horrific scene made them freeze in place.

Their eyes were wide open, filled with terror and disbelief, as if they were witnessing the most horrific sight in the world.

Immediately afterwards, they could no longer control their bodies and bent over to vomit violently.

Thick, foul scum spewed from their mouths, splattering onto their stab-proof boots and mixing with the pervasive stench of death in the air to create an even more nauseating smell.

An older employee's face was deathly pale, like a blank sheet of paper, devoid of any color.

He gripped the rusty door frame tightly with both hands, his body swaying precariously, as if a gust of wind could blow him over.

His Adam's apple bobbed laboriously, each bob seeming to require all his strength.

After a long while, he managed to squeeze out a few words through gritted teeth:

"Damn... I've worked in this industry for twenty years, and I've never seen such a... such a 'clean' slaughterhouse..."

His voice trembled, filled with a deep fear and shock.

Throughout his career, this long-time employee had witnessed countless crime scenes, but what he saw before him far exceeded his expectations, filling him with unprecedented fear and helplessness. Zhou Hongyan's gaze, like a sharp scalpel, slowly swept across the entire building.

This place, which may have once been filled with goods and bustling with people, is now like a living hell, filled with an atmosphere of death and terror.

Broken cold weapons were scattered haphazardly everywhere, some stuck diagonally in the ground, others half-embedded in the twisted and deformed steel plates of shipping containers.

The containers, which were originally neatly arranged, are now completely disfigured, as if they have been kneaded by an invisible giant hand.

The blades of the cold weapons gleamed with a chilling light, as if telling the story of the madness and cruelty of the fierce battle that had just taken place.

Several corpses were piled together in an extremely bizarre posture, like dolls that had been casually manipulated by an invisible hand.

Their bodies were twisted into all sorts of unbelievable angles, and their limbs were bent in ways that defied common sense.

The fatal wounds were terrifyingly precise: the throat, the space between the eyebrows, and the heart area—all were penetrating wounds that could kill instantly.

The wounds were a bloody mess, yet they possessed an eerie neatness, as if the killer were a highly skilled but ruthless butcher, each cut precisely severing the vital organs.

Zhou Hongyan slowly squatted down, her eyes focused and calm, her fingertips gently brushing across a straight cut about an inch deep on the ground.

The edges of the cut were as smooth as a mirror, without a single rough spot or flaw, as if it had been carefully polished.

Based on her extensive experience, she judged that this was no ordinary blade. Ordinary swords would leave such a wound with torn edges and burrs, but this cut was clean and sharp enough to be chilling.

A chill crept up her spine, as if a cold hand was gently stroking her back, causing her body to tremble slightly involuntarily.

"Boss! We've found something!"

Just then, a shout came from deep within the warehouse. The voice trembled uncontrollably, as if the person shouting was also terrified by the scene before them.

Zhou Hongyan quickly stood up, her eyes instantly sharpening. She walked quickly towards the sound, her steps steady and swift.

Along the way, she carefully navigated around various obstacles; collapsed shelves and scattered goods could all pose hidden dangers.

As she rounded a collapsed shelf, a hidden freight elevator suddenly appeared before her.

The elevator was originally hidden behind the shelves and would be difficult to spot without careful observation.

At that moment, the heavy steel door opened wide, revealing the corpses of two guards lying inside.

One of them had his throat pierced by a sharp weapon and was pinned to the control panel.

His body hung limply, his hands still in the position he had been struggling with before he died, his eyes wide open, filled with terror and resentment.

Blood gushed from his throat, flowing down the control panel and forming shocking streaks on the metal surface.

The other person was slammed into the side wall of the elevator car with tremendous force, his entire chest cavity caved in, like a flattened cardboard box.

His body was pressed tightly against the side wall, his limbs dangling limply, his head tilted to one side, and a trace of blood still lingered at the corner of his mouth.

Blood flowed slowly down the stainless steel wall, reflecting an eerie, dark light under the stark white overhead lamp, like a summons from hell. (End of Chapter)