After I stopped trying, a rich woman trained me into a demon emperor.

Chen Ya nodded.

"Are you representing Oran Capital?"

"Yes."

"very good."

Chen Ya opened a new document.

"Orlan Capital has provided Sheng Hui with seven bridge loans totaling $4.2 billion over the past five years."

Of this, $1.6 billion went into the White Tower Medical Cloud System, which was actually used for the production of Virtual Reality chips.

The investment bank representative's face froze.

"This is just a normal investment activity."

"Your risk control report clearly states the purpose of the chip."

The investment banker's pupils shrank to a single point.

"This is commercial espionage!"

Chen Ya completely ignored his accusations and directly projected a document onto the main screen.

The document header features the internal logo of Oran Capital, and the title is: [“White Tower Project” Special Investment Risk Assessment Report].

Chen Ya's finger swept across the screen, precisely zooming in on a passage.

[...The source of the project's core component, the "Virtual Realm Chip," carries both legal and ethical risks, but its unique energy conductivity is expected to generate returns exceeding 700%. It is recommended that it be classified as top secret and accounted for under the name of a "novel biosensor."]

The channel was completely silent.

The live stream chat went completely crazy.

"700% return? That's paid for with lives?"

"Orlan Capital! I even bought shares in their funds!"

"This is the devil's deal!"

Chen Ya's voice rang out again, clear and cold.

"Aohang Capital, you are not investors, you are accomplices."

"According to international conventions, funds that finance crimes against humanity should be considered criminal assets."

"So, the $4.2 billion you invested in Sheng Hui, and all the profits generated from that investment..."

Chen Ya paused for a moment, her gaze sweeping over every horrified face on the screen.

"Now, it belongs to the victims."

boom!

The entire online meeting was like a pond tossed with a giant rock.

If the previous debates were debating, this is now a public execution.

The representative from Oran Capital opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single sound. He then realized that his speaking privileges had been revoked.

Chen Ya's gaze shifted to the next window.

"Next, who wants to talk about equity?"

No one answered.

Those pharmaceutical company representatives and fund managers who were just moments ago so aggressive now wished they could turn off their cameras.

They finally realized that Chen Ya was not responding to their lawyer's letter.

She was using this global live broadcast to dismantle Sheng Hui's entire network of interests.

None of them will escape.

Seeing that no one spoke, Chen Ya opened the third list.

Global Medical Alliance

"You're demanding compensation for the Santa Maria?"

She accessed the hospital ship's internal surveillance footage, which showed Eileen personally ordering, "Kill all those who know the truth."

"The ship belongs to Sheng Hui, and Sheng Hui killed the people. Now, you want me to pay compensation?"

Chen Ya's gaze fell on the window of the alliance chairman.

"Not only will I not compensate,"

She pulled up a new document.

"I also demand that the alliance revoke global protection for 370 patents held by Sheng Hui and all its affiliates."

"These patents are stained with blood."

"They should belong to all of humanity."

The alliance chairman, an elderly man with white hair, suddenly stood up from his seat.

"You don't have that right!"

Behind Chen Ya, the Taihuang Black Blade on Zhou Ran's lap trembled slightly.

The white bone pen hung on his shoulder, and a trace of black and gold light shone through the cracks in the pen tip.

Zhou Ran didn't move, but a chilling killing intent pierced through the screen, silencing all three hundred-plus windows in the conference channel. A cold sweat ran down everyone's spine.

Chen Ya met the Alliance Chairman's gaze and spoke clearly.

"Now, we have it."

Without any further action, an internal email popped up on the screen.

[Risk Warning: This batch of chips will be used for non-public human energy experiments. It is recommended to account for them separately as medical device consumables.]

The recipient of the email was none other than the seemingly respectable investment bank representative from the video conference.

Inside the hall, Fatty Wang gasped.

"This combination of punches was executed with great skill and strategy."

The investment bank representative's face flushed red, and his voice tightened: "Forgery!"

Chen Ya's gaze shifted to Zhou Ran.

"This is troublesome."

Zhou Ran raised his hand, and the phantom of the white bone pen appeared out of thin air on the email.

The pen tip touches it lightly.

Blood seeped from every place that required a signature.

That wasn't some kind of red light effect; it was real blood.

Every forged, replaced, or encrypted contract signature was twisted and deformed in the blood.

The real signature emerged.

The actual approval records have come to light.

The actual notes emerged.

The screen was filled with names, one after another popping up.

The investment bank representative's face fell completely, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.

Zhou Ran put down his pen and said only one sentence.

"Say it again, it's a forgery."

No one answered.

Chen Ya continued to advance the agenda.

"The second item."

She retrieved the replacement data for the Shenghui White Tower medical system.

"The White Tower system has implanted 13,622 intervention nodes in the cloud of Jiangcheng's hospitals."

"These nodes will not directly cause death."

"They will only cause a one percent error in medication dosage, extend emergency room queues by thirty seconds, and shift intensive care parameters by a tiny bit."

"Every time it's done like an accident."

She paused for a moment, letting the fact take hold.

"In the past seven years, the preliminary statistics show that 941 people have died or been indirectly harmed because of these events."

In the chat, a representative from a medical alliance immediately retorted: "This figure lacks third-party verification, and we do not recognize it."

Chen Ya nodded.

"So I hired a third party."

Screen display switching.

The badge of the Jiangcheng official investigation team.

An aerial view of the temporary trial bench in the third court of the underworld.

The intricate patterns on the ancient pitch plate.

Finally, the image freezes on the edge of the Yinlu Well.

Li Zhiyao appeared in the shot.

Behind her, Zhao Tao, bound by chains of judgment, knelt by the well, his entire soul dim and lifeless.

Li Zhiyao spoke, and her voice was clearly transmitted to the global live broadcast.

"The verification of the soul registers in the Underworld revealed a total of 879 soul registers related to deaths caused by the White Pagoda's intervention, with 62 others still under investigation."

The medical alliance representative was speechless.

"This...this has no legal standing in any court!"

"Then let's look at the evidence from the living world."

Chen Ya's tone remained completely calm.

The next second, 941 medical records, surveillance videos, equipment logs, maintenance records, doctors' statements, and family members' testimonies flooded the screen like a waterfall.

Each document bears the stamps indicating that it has been submitted to official bodies, media outlets, and regulatory agencies.

Chen Ya looked at the people on the screen.

"The underworld is in charge of the accounts of the dead."

"The hospital is responsible for the medical records of living people."

"The regulatory body is responsible for the process."