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

Zhou Ran stood behind Chen Ya: "How do we fight?"

Chen Ya opened two systems.

One set is a fund flow chart of Qinghui Medical Trust.

One set is the global freeze application just submitted by the White Tower Council.

She overlaid the two images together, and the red freeze line almost completely overlapped with the fund transfer line of Sheng Hui back then.

Chen Ya looked up: "They're not here to collect debts, they're here to silence us."

Zhou Ran looked at the overlapping financial chart and raised his hand to press down on the white bone pen.

"Then let's establish a creditor for them first."

Chen Ya pressed the last Enter key.

On the main screen, the first list of victims of Ching Hui Medical Trust was officially released.

Name, ID number, injury details, compensation amount, and corresponding liable assets.

Line by line, it shines brightly in the global live stream.

Zhou Ran picked up his pen and wrote four characters above the list.

[The creditor is here]

The next second, the same sentence popped up in the remarks column of all the freeze applications.

Victims have priority in seeking redress for these assets.

Chen Ya looked at the data that had started to jump again, her voice steady.

On the left is the top legal team in the mortal realm.

On the right is the Underworld's Special Retribution Team.

"The sunny side, I'll go."

"Li Zhiyao, come from the shady side."

As Chen Ya finished speaking, the Yin-Yang bone fragments lit up, and the scene of the Third Hall appeared.

Li Zhiyao was standing by the Yin Law Well, with the ancient law plate hanging behind her, and she exuded an aura that kept strangers at bay.

Emperor Song leaned against the dilapidated throne, his entire physical form appearing even more ethereal than it had been three days prior. Beside him, a row of judges were engrossed in writing, their soul flames flickering and dimming.

Emperor Song raised his eyes and looked at Zhou Ran.

"Why are you dragging the underworld into your business wars in the mortal realm?"

Li Zhiyao responded calmly: "A debt of life."

Emperor Song, unable to catch his breath, pointed at Li Zhiyao and said to Zhou Ran, "You should control her."

Zhou Ran only replied with two words: "Cooperate."

Emperor Song simply closed his eyes, as if out of sight, out of mind.

"I'll be worked to death by you all sooner or later."

Fatty Wang muttered under his breath, "You were already dead."

Emperor Song's eyes snapped open, his gaze piercing like a knife.

"Drag him in here; I will interrogate him myself!"

Fatty Wang shrank his neck and immediately took a half step back.

Li Zhiyao ignored this farce. She raised her hand, and one hundred and eight light screens split off from the ancient law plate.

"For all executives of Sheng Hui, directors of Bai Ta, funders, and investment bank signatories whose names are involved in the wrongful death of souls, live experiments, virtual chip, and the Rebirth Array fund chain, the underworld will issue a recovery order."

The water in Yinlu Well surged violently.

Documents engraved with black and gold patterns shot out of the well.

The text above is not ordinary writing, but rather records of souls, causes of death, debts of life, and the flow of every piece of bloody property.

At the bottom of each document was the name of a victim.

Chen Ya raised her hand in unison.

"Lawyers from the mortal realm, receive the documents."

On the other side of the main control room, twenty-seven top lawyers stood up simultaneously.

On the computer screen in front of them, the indictment from the underworld was instantly translated into an irrefutable package of evidence.

Bank statements, death certificates, medical records, experiment numbers, board approvals, tax avoidance methods, witness testimonies...

All evidence was automatically archived, forming a complete chain of evidence.

Chen Ya issued the following instructions:

"The first batch, Oran Capital."

"The second batch: Holman Offshore Company."

"The third batch includes assets under the names of the publicly disclosed seats on the White Pagoda Council."

"Submit to local regulatory, tax, anti-money laundering agencies and the media simultaneously."

The legal team responded in unison:

"receive!"

The White Pagoda's counterattack came faster than expected.

A vice president of Oran Capital gave a public television interview, his words full of sarcasm as he faced the camera.

"These so-called underworld documents could not possibly enter any modern court. Ms. Chen Ya's attempt to package superstition as law is a trampling on the global business order and is utterly absurd."

Chen Ya watched the interview footage and tapped the screen.

He's right.

Fatty Wang paused, then asked, "Huh?"

"Documents from the underworld cannot be directly presented in court."

Chen Ya pressed the send button.

"But there are ways to launder money."

No sooner had she finished speaking than a complete map of the shell companies Oran Capital had used for tax avoidance over the past seven years appeared in the email inboxes of major financial media outlets around the world.

Beneath each shell company, the specific flow of funds for Shenghui Experiment is clearly marked. Three of these transactions directly correspond to payments made for the purchase of children with special physical conditions.

Five minutes later, local regulators announced an emergency investigation into Oran Capital.

Ten minutes later, Oran Capital's stock price opened and plummeted.

Twenty minutes later, before the vice president had even finished writing his resignation statement, the office door was pushed open and several detectives walked in.

Fatty Wang stared at everything unfolding on the screen, his mouth half-open.

"So... you really don't need a knife."

Qin San uttered a few words: "Use the knife last."

Zhou Ran watched Chen Ya's retreating figure and said, "Not bad."

Chen Ya didn't even turn her head.

"Don't praise me, I'm busy."

Zhou Ran raised his hand, and the phantom of the White Bone Brush hovered in the air.

The global live broadcast has resumed, but this time it's not a hearing, but a public press conference for Qinghui Medical Trust to pursue compensation.

In front of the camera, Chen Ya clearly listed three types of debt:

First, the debt for compensation to victims.

Second, the debt incurred in repairing the healthcare system.

Third, the debt of life.

An overseas journalist immediately asked, "Who determines the 'debt of life'?"

The scene switches to the Third Hall of the Underworld.

Within the Yin Law Well, the spirit of an elderly man who died due to a malfunction in the White Tower's chip slowly rose to the surface. His medical records, time of death, and equipment logs were displayed simultaneously beside the spirit.

Li Zhiyao spoke, her voice resounding throughout the world: "The Underworld has made its decision."

The reporter pressed further: "What if the party being sought compensation denies it?"

Zhou Ran walked in front of the camera. He spoke slowly, but deliberately, enunciating each word:

"If you owe money to a living person, go to court."

"If you owe someone a life, you'll go to the underworld."

On the other end of the screen, a commentator appointed by the White Tower Council laughed out loud: "Are you trying to threaten global capital with superstition?"

Zhou Ran looked directly into the camera: "I never threaten anyone."

The White Bone Pen fell from the sky, and a decree of retribution from the underworld was firmly nailed into the void.

The first name that appeared on the recovery order was Holman.

Meanwhile, at his private estate overseas, Holman suddenly clutched his chest, as if struck hard by something. Behind him, a dark blue chain silently emerged from the ground and bound his shadow.

He didn't die, but his shadow was dragged half an inch off his feet.

In the live broadcast, Holman's face paled visibly.

Zhou Ran's voice rang out again: "This is just a notification."

At that moment, the global live streaming channels were in an uproar.

For the first time, countless overseas media outlets fell silent.