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

The progress bar on the screen instantly filled up.

The red confirmation prompt box flashed a blinding light in the cold night.

Chen Yuan put his phone back in his coat pocket.

He stepped onto the cement floor of the rooftop with his leather shoes and turned to walk towards the stairwell.

His steps were steady, without the slightest ripple from the order to crush the company with hundreds of billions just issued.

at the same time.

In the underground cold storage of that abandoned meat processing plant on the outskirts of Jianghai City.

The air was still filled with the lingering smell of rust and the acrid stench of sewers.

The few dim incandescent lights overhead flickered and crackled.

Like a dying patient who could breathe their last at any moment.

Shen Tiancheng leaned back in the rusty iron chair.

His dislocated right hand, wrapped in bandages, rested on his knee.

He held a large Cohiba cigar between his left and right hands.

The smoke swirled and rose in the cold, damp air.

He stared at the iron brazier in the corner.

Chen Yuan's photos have long been burned to ashes.

Only a few crimson embers lingered in the ashes.

Judging by the timing, Heilong's dump truck should have knocked that despicable couple off the cliff at the deadly bend by now.

As long as Shen Wanzhou dies.

Even if the old man in the hospital bed wakes up, he'll be a cripple with one foot in the grave.

Ultimately, the entire Shen family conglomerate will fall into the hands of Shen Tiancheng.

Thinking of this, a twisted smile appeared on his gaunt face.

The fat on his face twitched twice.

"Second Master...Second Master!"

The heavy, hidden door to the cold storage was suddenly kicked open from the outside.

The door hinges made a teeth-grinding grinding sound.

A trusted henchman in a black suit tumbled in.

He stepped into a puddle of unidentified slime and fell flat on his face.

The documents in the briefcase were scattered all over the floor.

"What's the panic! You useless thing!"

Shen Tiancheng frowned unhappily, shaking a bit of ash from his cigar.

"Did you get a call from Heilongjiang?"

The henchman lay on the ground, too exhausted to even get up.

His face was ashen, as if it were covered with a layer of whitewash.

Cold sweat dripped down his chin from his forehead.

"No...no..."

The henchman's voice trembled uncontrollably, tinged with a heavy sob.

"Black Dragon is dead! News has come from the mountain road that two dump trucks collided, plunged off a cliff, and exploded!"

"Black Dragon's men weren't even pieced together into a complete corpse!"

These words struck Shen Tiancheng like a heavy hammer blow to the chest.

His hand holding the cigar suddenly froze.

He burned his finger with a cigarette butt, but he seemed not to feel the pain.

"What did you say?"

He stood up abruptly, and because he stood up so quickly, his vision went black for a moment.

"Heilong is dead? Then where's Shen Wanzhou's car? Where's Chen Yuan?!"

The henchman swallowed hard, his voice even softer.

"They...they drove into the underground parking garage of the downtown hospital unharmed."

Shen Tiancheng's legs instantly lost their strength.

He plopped back down onto the rusty iron chair.

The chair made a crisp "creak" sound.

Failed.

The most ruthless underground boss in Jianghai City didn't even manage to touch a hair on that butler's head.

Instead, he got himself involved.

The combined attack of those two heavy dump trucks would have taken a toll on even an armored vehicle.

Is that Chen Yuan a human or a ghost?

"bite--"

A piercing alarm suddenly blared in the cold storage room.

The sound came from the black laptop that the henchman had left on the ground.

Followed by.

Shen Tiancheng's private encrypted phone in his pocket also began to vibrate wildly.

The high-frequency rotation of the motor pressed against my thigh, making me feel uneasy like a death knell.

He frantically pulled out his phone and swiped the screen.

The notification bar was densely packed with red missed call alerts.

He has a private trust manager in the Cayman Islands and a client representative at a Swiss bank.

And the CEOs of the three listed technology companies he secretly controls.

With trembling hands, he dialed the number of the offshore trust manager.

"Feed? What happened?"

"Mr. Shen! All four of your North American fund pool accounts have been frozen by the International Anti-Money Laundering Center within just one minute!"

The voice on the other end of the phone was filled with desperate hysteria.

"There is an unknown, massive data stream that has not only hacked into our servers."

"They even packaged up all your shady dealings from the past five years and sent them to the China Securities Regulatory Commission and Interpol!"

Shen Tiancheng's mind went blank.

It felt as if ten thousand tons of explosives were detonating right next to my ears.

It blew his soul and spirit to smithereens.

His overseas funds were his last resort.

He spent billions to build a multi-layered encrypted springboard for this escape route.

Now, in just a few minutes, he's been completely exposed?

Before he could even recover from this devastating news...

The laptop screen on the ground flickered twice, displaying a real-time stock market chart for Jianghai City.

The henchman crawled over on all fours, staring intently at the screen.

"Second...Second Master..."

The henchman's voice no longer sounded human; it was as if it were being torn from his throat.

"The three companies we hold controlling stakes in domestically."

"The stock was forcibly shorted by a leveraged fund of over 20 billion."

"In three minutes, it broke through the bottom line, and the market has completely collapsed."

"The Securities and Futures Commission officials have already gone to the company headquarters with seals on the premises!"

Shen Tiancheng's pupils contracted to the size of pinpoints.

He shoved aside the metal bucket in front of him and strode to the computer.

on the screen.

Those three candlesticks, representing the culmination of his life's work, resembled three glaring bloodstains.

Without any setbacks or buffers.

A straight line, crashing straight down into the abyss at the very bottom.

That was a massacre without any reservation.

He wasn't given even a second to react or have a chance to buy more shares.

All escape routes, all chips.

Compared to this unseen adversary, we are like toys made of paper.

It was trampled into a pile of mud.

"How could this happen... How is this possible..."

Shen Tiancheng's eyes were bloodshot, so red they looked like they were about to bleed.

That was a business empire he had painstakingly built up over twenty years.

In just half an hour.

It evaporated completely from the world without even a splash.

He recalled what had just happened at Cloud Top Manor.

The young man in the apron had an indifferent look in his eyes, as if he were looking at a dead object.

"It's him...it's Chen Yuanqian's!"

Shen Tiancheng suddenly realized what was happening, his voice hoarse like a broken gong.

"That butler! He's the mastermind behind Star Ventures!"

He finally understood what kind of being he had offended.

He's not some gigolo who lives off a woman at all.

Instead, it is an ancient, ferocious god capable of crushing the entire Shen family at any moment.

In front of this man.

His scheming and plots, which he was so proud of, are not even a joke.

The temperature inside the cold storage seemed to have dropped below freezing.

He was so cold that his blood felt like it was flowing backwards.

The kneecap made a cracking sound as it succumbed to the strain.

Shen Tiancheng stared at the red lines on the screen, all of which had plummeted to their lowest points. His legs gave way, and he knelt on the ground, letting out a distorted roar: "Chen Yuan... just what kind of monster is he?!"