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

At the bottom of the screen, a string of scarlet numbers began to jump: 09:59.

Wang Pangzi's throat went dry, and his eyelids twitched uncontrollably.

"How did they know that Emperor Bone had just approached President Chen?"

Lin Qingxue's gaze fell on the evidence box.

"When the Imperial Bone moves abnormally, White Tower Island will also react."

Xu Youwei raised her right hand, which was pierced with a broken hairpin.

The silver eye in her palm did not open, but it trembled violently beneath her skin.

"There are disciples of the Old Gods on the other end of the communication channel."

Chen Ya's fingers remained firmly on the keyboard, without the slightest tremor. She glanced at the countdown timer and simply said to Zhou Ran, "Connect."

Zhou Ran asked, "What do you need me to do?"

Chen Ya turned around: "Stand behind me."

"that's all?"

"Your presence is more effective than a hundred lawyer's letters."

Zhou Ran didn't ask any more questions, and pulled up a chair to sit down behind Chen Ya.

The Taihuang Black Blade rested horizontally on his knee.

"You're talking business," he began, his tone calm.

"I'll take responsibility for keeping the negotiating table from collapsing."

Chen Ya opened the communication.

The screen was divided into nine windows.

The people in the eight windows are all wearing white masks, and the last window is a string of constantly changing data code.

A monotone electronic voice emanated from the speaker.

"Ms. Chen Ya, we are finally meeting in person."

"If you don't even dare to show your faces, it doesn't count as a meeting."

"Identity has no meaning for us."

"Then your assets are meaningless."

The other party paused for a moment.

"Return the imperial prince's remains, and we can cease pursuing compensation."

Chen Ya asked, "In what capacity should I demand its return?"

"The White Tower Council is the rightful custodian of the Imperial Bones."

"Keep the documents safe."

"It involves top secret."

"Proof of ownership".

"This information cannot be disclosed to the public."

"Records of the origin of the remains".

"Ms. Chen Ya, you are not qualified to ask questions."

Chen Ya raised her hand and cut off the other party's audio stream.

All nine windows are muted simultaneously.

Fatty Wang stared, his mouth agape for a long time, speechless: "You can talk like this?"

Chen Ya said, "Without a subject, without proof, and without a source, the other party only has threats and is not qualified to negotiate."

She reopened her voice.

"Now, I'll set the terms."

"First, lift all freezes."

"Second, hand over the list of the underlying shareholders of Baita Island."

"Third, open up the experimental records of the imperial prince's samples."

The electronic synthesized sound had no intonation, yet it made the surrounding air tense.

"Do you think you can fight against the global financial clearing system by relying on a single business team from the Xia Kingdom?"

"You don't understand global asset trusts, cross-border freezes, or how many banks and funds the White Tower Council controls."

Chen Ya did not refute.

She pressed only one key.

Thirty-seven folders instantly filled the home screen.

[Black Gull No. 1 Fund.]

DeepBlue Healthcare Charitable Trust.

[Fire Seed Biotechnology Investment Pool]

[Eternal Life Club Family Asset Trust Plan.]

There are a total of 37 shell funds.

For the first time, the image in front of the nine White Tower council members' windows shook slightly.

Chen Ya continued clicking.

The flow of funds from the nine money laundering accounts was clearly presented on the screen, like a map that had been peeled back.

The funds flowed from the Sheng Hui Charitable Foundation into an offshore company, then through medical procurement, equipment leasing, and fraudulent insurance, before finally ending up with the security contractors on the outskirts of Baita Island.

Each entry is marked with the date, signatory, and beneficiary.

The synthesized voice attempted to argue: "This data is insufficient to prove..."

Chen Ya opened the last two files.

Two private trust agreements appeared on the screen.

[Beneficiary: Lane Holman.]

[Beneficiary: Simon Gray.]

Both are minors.

The total assets of the trust amount to US$730 million.

Chen Ya stated calmly.

"Trust for the illegitimate children of two board members."

Before the words were even finished, two of the nine windows suddenly went black.

No one spoke in the channel anymore.

Fatty Wang's mouth opened wider and wider.

"How...how could they find this out?"

Chen Yadao said, "They used Sheng Hui Asia's medical projects to launder money for the trust back then."

"If needed, I can make public the birth certificate, paternity test results, and reimbursement records for birthday gifts every year."

Finally, a voice pierced through the electronic disguise, carrying suppressed anger.

"You dare!"

Chen Ya's gaze was precisely fixed on the corresponding window.

"Fifth seat, Mr. Gray."

"So you can speak normally after all."

On the other end of the screen, all that remained was the heavy panting, like that of a broken bellows.

Chen Ya raised her hand and dragged all the documents into the global release backend of Qinghui Medical Trust.

"For every minute the second freeze is extended, I will publicly disclose one shell fund."

"For every three minutes I extend this period, I will disclose one money laundering account."

"Within ten minutes, the two private trusts, along with the lists of beneficiaries, were handed over to the media and regulatory agencies."

Her voice was resolute.

"You have eight minutes and twelve seconds left."

The synthesized voice stopped working.

Five seconds later, the countdown on the screen abruptly stopped.

A series of notifications popped up in the back-end of Qinghui Medical Trust.

The first batch of freezes has been lifted.

[The second batch of custody restrictions has been withdrawn.]

Three healthcare funds have withdrawn their asset preservation applications.

Fatty Wang couldn't hold back and slammed his hand on the table.

"pretty!"

Chen Ya raised her eyes and glanced at him indifferently.

Fatty Wang silently withdrew his hand and sat up straight.

"I'm happy for the victims."

The synthesized voice on the screen sounded again, this time with an unusual tone: "Chen Ya, you really do look a lot like him."

As soon as he finished speaking, the baby's fingers began tapping again in the evidence box in the office.

thump.

thump.

thump.

Each tap creates a data ripple that travels upstream along the communication link.

Chen Ya looked at the evidence box, then at the screen.

Instead of shutting down the communication, she kept her tracking program attached to the data ripples like a leech.

The White Pagoda Council wants to use the imperial bones to confirm her identity.

She is also using the Emperor's Bone to find the true coordinates of White Tower Island.

"Su Qingling, Su Qingwu."

Chen Ya spoke.

The two sisters formed hand seals simultaneously.

The blind array of the manor quietly changed, and all the positioning signals from the White Tower Council were redirected to the seventeen false nodes outside Jiangcheng.

"Xiao Rou".

"The Gu has already established a communication link."

A nearly transparent little worm was clinging to the edge of the screen, its body shimmering faintly as the data stream transmitted.

"Lin Qingxue".

"The other party has nine relay nodes, eight of which are fake."

Lin Qingxue opened her eyes under the black silk.

"A real waterway is sinking to the bottom of the sea."

"Xu Youwei".

Xu Youwei's silver eye in her palm opened a crack.

"I see the air conditioning."

"It's medical cold chain."

Chen Ya's ten fingers left a trail of afterimages on the keyboard.

On the publicly available map of Baita Island, she crossed out the port, airport, and sea lanes one by one.

"White Pagoda Island does not need to transport the Imperial Son's samples from the harbor."

"The conventional dock is used by military contractors and peripheral testing personnel."

"The real samples don't go on the ground."