You got your marriage certificate and then abandoned me? I'll feed the richest woman in the wor

A sharp laugh pierced through the receiver.

Wandering through the dark and cramped alleys of the old town.

Chen Yuan moved the phone away from his ear.

The fat man was completely absorbed in his own amusement on the other end of the line.

He raised his eyelids and glanced at the pile of fermenting kitchen waste at the end of the alley.

A cold, emotionless smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"Enough with the nonsense, keep an eye on the company's future."

He pressed the red hang-up button with his thumb, silencing the fat man's incessant goose-like honking.

The phone spun around on my fingertip and then slipped into my pocket.

He straightened the collar of his windbreaker.

The cool, soapy scent briefly masked the sour, rotten smell in the air.

It's getting late.

That picky cat in the manor is probably lying on the sofa again, eagerly waiting to be fed.

Chen Yuan strode out of the dark alley against the draft.

The scene looked as if it had been cleaved open by a sharp blade.

The blinding sunlight from the old town.

They instantly plunged into the darkest abyss of Jianghai City's underground world.

An abandoned meat processing plant on the outskirts of the city.

The heavy iron door of the underground cold storage was welded shut, leaving only a hidden door that could only allow one person to pass through.

This place is perpetually shrouded in darkness, and the air is thick with the lingering stench of blood and rotting meat that cannot be washed away over the years.

A few dim, yellow incandescent bulbs hung overhead.

The light bulb was covered in grease, making the light dim.

Shen Tiancheng, wearing a wrinkled gray overcoat, sat on a broken wooden chair in the center of the cold storage.

It has been less than half a month since he was taken away by the police at Genting Highlands.

His face, which was originally shiny and fleshy, was now sunken and gaunt.

His eyes were bluish-purple, and his eyeballs were filled with bright red blood vessels.

It was like a caged beast that had been starving for three days.

That day at the manor, the evidence Chen Yuan threw in his face was fatal.

Originally, it was done using methods from the Economic Crime Bureau.

He'll never be able to climb out of that dark, iron-barred window for the rest of his life.

But Shen Tiancheng has been immersed in the business world for so many years, and his ruthlessness is far beyond that of ordinary people.

To save his life.

He hardened his heart and pushed away his most trusted personal financial director.

All the transfer records and the registered legal representatives of the overseas shell companies were completely replaced.

His trusted confidant, who had been with him for over a decade, took the blame for all the crimes.

Even in the detention center, he ended his own life with a sharpened toothbrush handle.

There is no way to verify the truth since the dead are dead.

Although the police knew that Shen Tiancheng was involved.

However, in the absence of conclusive testimony, the only recourse is due to a broken chain of evidence.

He was released on bail pending trial.

A loud crash.

The hidden door to the underground cold storage was kicked open from the outside.

Several burly men with large, exposed tattoos walked in.

The man walking at the front was wearing a black, tight-fitting vest.

He was bald, with a hideous scar running from the corner of his eye to his chin.

His muscles bulged out like boulders.

This man is Black Dragon, the notorious leader of the Black Dragon Society, the most infamous scourge of Jianghai City's underworld.

"Master Shen, you're really lucky to have survived this. You even managed to get out of jail."

Heilong pulled over a folding chair.

He straddled Shen Tiancheng with an imposing air.

He pulled a bloodstained dagger from his pocket and casually toyed with it between his fingers.

The blade reflected the dim light, stinging Shen Tiancheng's eyes.

"Stop talking nonsense."

Shen Tiancheng's voice was hoarse, as if it had been sanded.

He stretched out his right hand, which Chen Yuan had forcefully dislocated in the manor and which was still wrapped in bandages.

With trembling hands, he pulled a crumpled check from the inside pocket of his coat.

With a loud thud, it was slammed onto the rusty iron bucket in front of it.

"A bearer note worth 500 million can be exchanged at any time by a Swiss bank."

Black Dragon paused in his movements.

His gaze fell on the string of zeros on the check, and a greedy glint flashed in his eyes.

He licked his chapped lips and plunged the dagger into the cutting board beside him.

"Second Master is still so generous."

"Tell me, whose life do you want to buy?"

Shen Tiancheng stared intently at the dagger, his chest heaving violently.

His breathing was rapid, like that of a broken-down blower.

The humiliation I suffered in the detention center during this period, and the shame of being trampled underfoot by a steward.

It was like a barbed knife, constantly churning his nerves day and night.

He couldn't take it anymore.

That brat Shen Wanzhou, who hasn't even grown up yet, not only took away his power.

We need to push him to his death.

That bastard child named Chen Yuan made him lose face even more.

Since they have openly used all their connections and resources.

Then he flipped the table.

Take everything back in the most primitive and bloodiest way.

"I want to buy two people's lives."

Shen Tiancheng gritted his teeth, each word seeming to be squeezed out from blood.

"One is Shen Wanzhou, my dear niece."

"The other one is her butler named Chen Yuan."

Upon hearing the name "Shen Wanzhou," Heilong's thick, dark eyebrows furrowed.

"The head of the Shen family conglomerate? Second Master, you're really stirring up trouble."

"The security system of the Shen family's Cloud Top Manor is even more stringent than that of a bank vault."

"Those dozens of retired special forces soldiers are no pushovers, not to mention that security captain called Eagle, he's a tough nut to crack."

Although Black Dragon is greedy, he has survived in the underworld to this day because he is clear-headed.

To launch a direct assault on Cloudtop Manor would be tantamount to suicide.

"There's no need to go to the manor."

Shen Tiancheng sneered, a cunning glint flashing in his murky eyes.

"That old codger Shen Wanshan was admitted to the special care ward of the city's central hospital last night due to heart failure."

"Even if Shen Wanzhou is shy, she will definitely go to the hospital to visit her grandfather when he is about to pass away."

"As long as she steps out of that iron barrel of the manor."

"Your chance to strike will be on the route you take to the hospital."

Shen Tiancheng pushed the check forward.

"After this is done, I will control the Shen family, and you, Black Dragon, will be in charge of the rules of Jianghai City's underworld."

Heilong looked at the checks on the table, and the hesitation in his eyes was completely burned away.

The wages of avarice is death.

Five hundred million is enough for him to buy an island overseas with his brothers and become emperors.

"make a deal."

Heilong grabbed the check and stuffed it into his pocket.

"Within two days, I guarantee to deliver a big gift to Second Master on the deadly bend of the mountain road."

Several burly gangsters let out unrestrained, maniacal laughter.

The sound of dripping water from the cold storage echoed in the air.

Shen Tiancheng took a photo out of his coat pocket.

He bought it from a paparazzi at a high price; it was a candid photo of Chen Yuan and Shen Wanzhou in the car, their profiles side-by-side.

In a corner of the cold storage, scrap wood was burning in a rusty iron brazier for warmth.

The flames danced in the shadows.

Shen Tiancheng walked to the brazier.

Staring at the man in the photo who ruined his reputation.

Those deep, indifferent eyes, even in a photograph, made his wrist ache slightly.

Humiliation and resentment corroded his reason like poison.

He loosened his wrist.

Sitting in the dark basement, Shen Tiancheng threw a photo of Chen Yuan into the brazier, his eyes flashing with a crazed, venomous flame: "Since I can't beat you openly, I'll make sure you two, you adulterous couple, disappear from this world completely!"