My Ares Son-in-Law

The martial arts officer held the document high with both hands and announced in a loud and authoritative voice: "We have received instructions from higher command that, in order to ensure information security, all media equipment present, including cameras, video cameras, and mobile phones, must undergo our unified inspection and have relevant video materials involving specific individuals and conversations deleted! Please cooperate with our work!"

The sound, like rolling thunder, echoed in the air, making it clear to every reporter.

Upon hearing this, the crowd, which had been preparing to scatter like birds and beasts, suddenly rippled like a calm lake surface thrown with a boulder, causing another violent commotion and uproar.

The sound was like boiling water exploding in a pot, noisy and chaotic, rising and falling in waves.

"Why should we? Don't we have any hope for press freedom?"

A young, hot-blooded reporter, his face flushed red and veins bulging on his neck, raised the microphone high and shouted at the top of his lungs.

He looked as if he were fighting for the sacred right of freedom of the press, his eyes burning with furious flames.

"You are violating our right to know! We have the right to report this!"

Another experienced veteran reporter, hands on hips, spoke with righteous indignation.

His eyes revealed a firmness and an inviolability. His years as a journalist had taught him the importance of the public's right to know, and at this moment he felt it was his responsibility to fight for this right for his colleagues.

"What right do you have to delete our material?!"

Another reporter echoed loudly, his voice tinged with grievance and resentment.

These materials may have taken them a lot of time and effort to capture. Every frame and every shot is the result of their hard work. How can he accept that they are being ruthlessly deleted?

Complaints and doubts arose one after another, like a tide, and the reporters were agitated, making the atmosphere at the scene extremely tense and oppressive.

They huddled together, venting their frustrations one after another, as if they wanted to unleash all their anger.

However, at that moment, the martial arts commander, who was in charge, stood there expressionless, like a cold statue.

He slowly pulled another dark blue ID card from his jacket pocket, bearing the insignia of the martial arts army and specific words. His movements were unhurried, yet carried an undeniable air of authority.

He held his identification high, clearly displaying it to everyone.

Under the sunlight, the document shimmered with a mysterious and solemn light, and the patterns on the emblem seemed to have a life of their own, exuding an awe-inspiring aura.

In an instant, all the noise and protests seemed to be suddenly choked by an invisible hand, and came to an abrupt end!

A deathly silence fell over the scene, as if time itself had frozen.

Shock and horror were written all over everyone's faces. Their eyes were wide open and their mouths were slightly open, but they could not make a sound.

He looked as if he had been frozen in place, standing there blankly.

The six words on that document have the power to silence anyone!
Martial Arts Army Special Intelligence Bureau!

These six words struck everyone's heart like a heavy hammer.

The Martial Arts Army Special Intelligence Bureau was a mysterious and powerful entity, possessing power and means beyond the imagination of ordinary people, responsible for handling all kinds of special, urgent, and highly classified intelligence and affairs. Although the reporters present were usually very knowledgeable, they couldn't help but feel awe in the face of this resounding name, and all their resistance and doubts vanished at that moment.

……

In the distance, in a dimly lit corner shrouded in the shadows of tall buildings, a car remained parked quietly.

The car body gleamed with a cold luster in the dim light, like a lurking beast, ready to devour its prey at any moment.

Inside the car, Chen Ziyan's face was ashen. She slowly lowered the window, and a gentle breeze carrying a faint scent of dust brushed her cheek, but it failed to dispel the heavy gloom in her eyes.

She took one last deep look at the "Xunjiang Group" building, which gleamed in the bright sunlight. The building soared into the clouds, its glass curtain wall reflecting dazzling light, like an inviolable steel fortress.

Her beautiful eyes were now churning with complex emotions that were almost impossible to suppress.

Anger, like a raging fire, spread wildly in her heart, burning her internal organs with a dull ache.

The sense of defeat was like a heavy boulder, pressing down on her and making her feel suffocated, giving her a profound sense of powerlessness for the first time.

The intense resentment was like a sharp thorn, piercing her heart and constantly reminding her of this defeat.

Her slender fingers gripped the edge of the leather seat tightly, her knuckles turning white from the force, her nails almost digging into the soft, expensive leather, as if only in this way could she alleviate the pain and anger in her heart.

She knew that things had come to this point and there was no going back.

Whether it's the once-dominant and seemingly impregnable Xunjiang Group, or Xiao Chen, who has undergone a complete transformation and appears to be surrounded by a mysterious aura, the Chen family probably no longer has any qualifications or ability to shake them.

The Chen family was once a powerful force in this land, but now, facing such a formidable opponent, they appear so small and vulnerable.

I originally thought that Xiao Chen was just an unknown nobody, insignificant, who was just using the name of the God of War to fish in troubled waters and try to gain some benefits.

However, it now appears that the situation is not so simple.

Xiao Chen, who suddenly appeared, was like a shooting star that suddenly streaked across the night sky, carrying dazzling light and terrifying energy, making him impossible to ignore.

Who exactly is Xiao Chen, a brand new person carrying terrifying energy and an unknown background?

What secret is hidden behind him?
Is it really related to the legendary and renowned God of War King?
These questions, like heavy question marks, kept swirling in Chen Ziyan's mind, leaving her completely baffled.

"Miss Chen! Miss Chen, you can't leave! If you leave, what will happen to me, Wang Haishan!"

Just then, a shrill scream suddenly came from outside the car.

Wang Haishan scrambled to the side of the car, his clothes disheveled, his face streaked with tears and snot, looking as pathetic as a stray dog.

He reached out his trembling hands, trying to grab Chen Ziyan's arm, his voice filled with despair and panic, as if he had lost his last lifeline.

He knew in his heart that if Chen Ziyan left like this, he would be in dire straits, and those he had offended would certainly not hesitate to take revenge on him. (End of Chapter)