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"Yaoyao, don't be afraid."

Liu Ming gently stroked Nangong Yao's soft hair, her voice as gentle as if she were coaxing a frightened child.

But anyone who dared to look directly into his eyes at that moment would be terrified. Deep within those unfathomable pupils, a murderous aura, colder than the dead of winter, was boiling and burning wildly!

Dragons have scales that cannot be touched; to touch them is certain death.

Zhao Ruihu and those rats hiding in the shadows thought that by cutting off the Nangong Group's funding chain, they could force Liu Ming to bow his head and admit defeat. They believed that the power of capital could crush everything and trample on other people's hard work and dignity at will.

They were wrong. And terribly wrong.

"Wipe away your tears and go wash your face." Liu Ming placed the bowl of hot porridge on the table and patted Nangong Yao on the shoulder.

"Leave the rest to me."

"Liu Ming..." Nangong Yao raised her head, her eyes still red, but a glimmer of hope had rekindled in them. She knew this man too well; whenever he showed this expression, it meant someone was about to suffer a terrible fate.

Liu Ming didn't offer any further explanation. He strode out of the CEO's office and went straight to the core server room located on the third basement floor of the building, which was originally used solely for network security protection.

"Boss."

Ghost Hand was already waiting here. He sat in front of the row of servers that shimmered with a cold blue light, his fingers interlaced, his eyes revealing an barely suppressed excitement.

"You've arrived."

Liu Ming pulled out a chair and sat down directly in front of the control panel.

This main control console is specially made and is directly connected to Dragon Shield Security's secret military channel, which is not subject to any domestic network control.

"Have you figured out the situation?" Liu Ming stared at the ghastly green stock market candlestick charts on the screen, her voice as cold as a knife.

"We've got it all figured out." Ghost Hand tapped the keyboard, and a complex chart of fund flows instantly appeared on the screen.

"The main force behind this short selling of the Nangong Group is two private equity funds secretly controlled by the Zhao family. But they alone cannot handle such a large market."

The real masterminds behind this were Wall Street's Quantum Capital and several long-established comprador conglomerates. They channeled at least 30 billion yuan of speculative capital into China in batches through hundreds of offshore accounts.

"Three hundred billion? That's quite an appetite."

Liu Ming sneered. These bloodsuckers wanted to take advantage of the Nangong Group's broken cash flow, use the most brutal means to dump the shares, and then devour all of Nangong Yao's hard work over the past few years at rock-bottom prices.

This is no longer a financial war. This is a one-sided massacre.

"How much money does Nangong Group have in its accounts right now?" Liu Ming asked.

"Less than two hundred million." Ghost Hand glanced at the data and shook his head. "If the other party continues to use this overwhelming amount of funds to dump shares when the market opens tomorrow, Nangong Group's stock price will completely collapse in less than half an hour. At that time, those pledged shares will be forcibly liquidated, and Nangong Yao... will really go bankrupt."

"Bankruptcy?"

Liu Ming's eyes turned terrifying in an instant. The arrogance and domineering aura emanating from his very bones made the temperature in the entire server room seem to drop several degrees.

"The person in this world who could bankrupt her hasn't been born yet."

He pulled out an extremely antique-looking, bronze-like key-shaped USB flash drive from his inner pocket.

This is a keepsake left to him by his mother before she passed away.

It was also his ultimate trump card, which he had kept hidden deep inside, unknown even to Elder Lin.

"Ghost hands."

Liu Ming inserted the USB drive into the only physical interface on the main control panel.

"Connect me to the Swiss bank, the Cayman Islands trust, and... the underlying protocols for those three dormant accounts."

Ghost Hand stared at the interface that popped up on the screen, requiring triple verification of retina, fingerprint, and dynamic skeletal password, his palms sweating profusely.

He knew this account existed. It was the legendary "Morningstar" fund.

A mysterious fund pool so large that it could make any country tremble, which was founded by Liu Ming's mother overseas and later completely shelved.

"Boss, are you sure you want to use 'Morning Star'?" Ghost Hand swallowed hard, his voice trembling. "If this money floods into the Chinese stock market, it'll be a tsunami! The China Securities Regulatory Commission will definitely notice immediately..."

"So what if I noticed? If the sky falls, I'll hold it up."

Liu Ming didn't hesitate at all. He leaned down and aimed his eyes at the scanner.

"Beep—Authentication successful. Welcome back, Commander."

The cold, mechanical sound echoed in the server room.

On the screen, the number representing the available balance of the Morningstar fund began to jump wildly.

A dizzying string of zeros finally settled on an astronomical number.

Ghost Hand nearly slid off his chair when he saw the number.

"My God... this is fucking... how much money is this...?"

"That's not important."

Liu Ming's hands hovered above the keyboard. He stared at the red dots on the screen representing enemy funds, like a general about to give the order to fire.

"Ghost Hand, distribute all the funds into five hundred alias accounts. Maximize the leverage."

"The market will open at 9:30 tomorrow."

A near-manic, bloodthirsty glint flashed in Liu Ming's eyes.

He pressed the Enter key abruptly!

"Want to eat meat?"

"I'm afraid you'll break your teeth."