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

Zhou Ran turned his gaze to the screen.

The seabed topographic map was quickly reconstructed.

To the southwest of Baita Island, an underwater current monitoring tunnel that has been abandoned for twenty years is prominently featured.

The tunnel starts deep in the open sea and ends directly in the underground freezing zone of the Black Tower.

Its purpose in all publicly available documents is "Cryogenic Transportation Trial of Transnational Medical Supplies".

In fact, this is a closed cold chain channel specially designed for the imperial son's samples.

Chen Ya locked onto the coordinates.

"We've found the entrance."

At the other end of the communication, all nine windows simultaneously began to disconnect.

Before the communication was cut off, a final electronically synthesized voice delivered a warning.

"You think finding the entrance will allow you to enter White Tower Island?"

Chen Ya saved all the data she tracked.

"You've got one thing wrong."

"It's not that we want to go in."

She spoke, and her voice echoed in the main control room.

"It's your debt that's so great that we have to open the door."

Communication has been completely lost.

The office returned to silence.

Chen Ya projected a complete structural diagram of the underwater cold chain channel onto the main screen.

The entrance is 1,700 meters deep.

The outer side features triple water pressure gates, ancient divine runes, and a life recognition system.

There are also seven refrigerated transfer stations in the center of the passage, each of which may store experimental samples.

Zhou Ran stood up and put away the Taihuang Black Blade on his lap.

"When are we leaving?"

"After dawn."

Chen Ya synchronized the coordinates with Qin San, the three Demon Clan Grand Dukes, and the Jiangcheng official investigation team.

"First, send unmanned equipment to confirm the seabed structure, then have the demon army seal off the perimeter."

"The people on White Tower Island already know the entrance has been exposed, and they will definitely move the samples within four hours."

Zhou Ran said, "Then we won't give them four hours."

Just as Chen Ya was about to respond, her computer screen went black without warning, and all programs were forcibly terminated.

A few seconds later, the screen lit up, turning into a blinding pure white.

There is no network access.

No program is running.

A line of ancient black characters seemed to seep out from the depths of the screen, each stroke solidifying into shape.

Identity verification complete.

Chen Ya straightened her back.

The second line of text then appears.

[The Emperor's son has a backup plan: 1% of privileges have been restored.]

Inside the evidence box, the baby's finger stopped tapping and instead, through the transparent seal, gently bent in the direction of Chen Ya.

That gesture was clearly a beckoning motion.

On the screen, the last line of text is slowly taking shape, stroke by stroke.

Welcome home, Imperial Prince's backup plan.

The ancient characters on the screen have not yet faded.

Welcome home, Imperial Prince's backup plan.

The main control room was completely silent.

Chen Ya stared at the line of text, her fingers hovering over the keyboard, motionless.

After the baby's finger in the evidence box bent, it came to rest again, as if nothing had happened.

Fatty Wang's Adam's apple bobbed.

"Mr. Chen, this... they've come knocking on our door from our hometown?"

Chen Ya ignored him.

She turned off the screen, unplugged the power cord, and had Su Qingling and Su Qingwu, the sisters, block the network gateway of the entire office.

But the screen lit up again.

There was no power supply and no signal.

The words were still hanging there.

Chen Ya stared at the line of text for three seconds before saying, "Write it down as evidence."

Zhou Ran stood behind her, the Taihuang Black Blade already half an inch out of its sheath.

Are you scared?

Chen Ya turned her head to look at him.

"I'm more afraid that the asset settlement this morning will be delayed."

Fatty Wang's lips twitched.

That's so typical of Chen Ya.

Such matters as the emperor's son's backup plan should be put on hold; the accounts must not be in disarray.

Zhou Ran raised his hand, and the illusory image of the White Bone Pen solidified, which he then gently tapped on the screen.

The line of ancient black characters was sealed into a talisman and slowly fell into the outer side of the evidence box.

"It welcomes you home."

Chen Ya picked up the folder, her voice devoid of emotion.

"Then let it queue up first."

After daybreak, Qinghui Medical Trust officially took over all of Shenghui's assets within the Xia Kingdom.

The receiving location was set up at the Jiangcheng Temporary Joint Investigation Center.

Outside the hall, official vehicles filled three streets.

All of Sheng Hui's hospitals, pharmaceutical companies, laboratory equipment warehouses, charitable foundations, and the remaining interfaces of Baita Medical Cloud have entered the handover process.

Media reporters were kept out of the three security lines.

The news had already spread throughout the country.

Saint Radiance has fallen.

Qinghui was served.

Chen Ya sat in the main seat, with the official investigation team on her left and Xiao's legal, auditing, and medical teams on her right.

Zhou Ran did not sit in the main seat, but sat down half a step behind Chen Ya, with the black knife lying across his lap.

He was neither a bodyguard nor a subordinate. The fact that he sat there succinctly said: "Anyone who wants to touch this table, ask for a knife first."

At nine o'clock in the morning, the first batch of representatives of domestic capital entered the venue.

There were quite a few people there.

Jiangnan Pharmaceutical Alliance, Northern Health and Wellness Group, Haidong Medical Capital, three large private equity firms, and two industry alliances operating under the guise of public welfare.

They all had smiles on their faces, looking confident of victory.

The assets left behind by Sheng Hui are too substantial.

Hospitals, pharmaceutical companies, equipment distributors, cloud systems, patient data, and charitable foundation accounts.

Any piece cut off would be enough to feed a group of people.

The chairman of Jiangnan Pharmaceutical Union is surnamed Lu. He is in his early sixties and has his hair combed slicked back.

After he sat down, his gaze first fell on Chen Ya, then swept over Zhou Ran behind her.

"Mr. Chen, Mr. Zhou, we're not here to steal anything."

Fatty Wang muttered under his breath by the door, "Usually, if it starts like this, it's someone coming to steal something."

Qin San stood beside him, his expression unchanged.

"Shut up and take notes."

Fatty Wang immediately pulled out a small notebook.

Chairman Lu continued, "Shenghui Assets involves too many things, and Qinghui Trust is a newly established company with limited management experience. We are willing to jointly establish a governance committee to assist Qinghui in stabilizing the medical order."

Chen Ya opened the file.

"Governance Committee?"

"That's right," Chairman Lu explained with a smile. "We provide the personnel, the channels, and the management system. Qinghui retains the public welfare name, but the actual operation is handled by a professional organization. Everyone is doing this for the good of the patients."

Chen Ya raised her eyes.

How many do you want?

The young vice president next to Chairman Lu eagerly answered.

"Chairman Lu's idea is joint governance. The preliminary plan is that Sheng Hui's pharmaceutical companies will be managed by Jiangnan Pharmaceutical Alliance, the cloud-based medical system will be connected by Beijing Health and Wellness, and the charitable foundation will be managed by Haidong Medical Capital. Qinghui will retain 20% of the supervisory rights."

The hall fell silent for a moment.

The pen in Fatty Wang's hand snapped with a "crack".

"Twenty percent of the supervisory power?"

He raised his head.

"You guys really know how to divide the cake; you're not even leaving anyone a plate."

Chairman Lu frowned.

"Who is this?"

Fatty Wang straightened his chest.

"Temporary security consultant for Qinghui, part-time mover."

Chairman Lu stopped looking at him and turned to Chen Ya instead.

"Mr. Chen, the market has its own rules; it's not run by force. We've all heard about Mr. Zhou's strength. But hospitals need medicine, patients need equipment, and foundations need to operate through global channels. You can't expect a monk to run a pharmaceutical factory, can you?"

Zhou Ran remained completely still.

Chen Ya ignored him and simply pushed out the first audit checklist.

The projection screen lights up.

The first line of text is clearly displayed.