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

The jarring question echoed beneath the golden dome of the hall.

It carried a ruthless, all-or-nothing attitude.

Representatives from several vassal families nearby also joined in with a burst of laughter.

The laughter revealed contempt and disdain for the identity of "living off a woman".

Chen Yuan leaned back in the armchair in the third row.

There wasn't a spark of anger in those deep black eyes that the Zhao family patriarch was pointing at.

Instead, a faint smile spread across her face.

This laughter wasn't a laugh born of extreme anger.

It's like watching a group of insects desperately trying to climb out of a glass jar, unaware that the lid has long been welded shut.

He unbuttoned the first button of his suit jacket with one hand.

He stood up from his seat with a calm and composed movement.

His tall, upright figure stood out under the bright lights of the venue.

Instantly, a long, imposing silhouette was drawn out.

He ignored the clamor of the Zhao family head.

Chen Yuan strode forward, walking step by step down the red-carpeted aisle towards the podium.

The leather shoes made a very soft sound as they stepped on the carpet.

But every step.

It was like a heavy hammer blow, striking the hearts of everyone present.

Shen Wanzhou stood at the edge of the podium.

She watched the man walking towards her.

Her tense back completely relaxed, and her peach blossom eyes sparkled with undisguised dependence.

She took half a step back, voluntarily giving up the central podium position.

Chen Yuan walked to the front of the podium.

A large, bony hand reached into the inside pocket of his suit jacket.

He pulled out a tiny USB flash drive that was completely black and had no markings.

The metal casing flashed a cold light under the spotlight.

"Click".

He neatly and efficiently inserted the USB drive into the main control port on the lectern.

Chen Yuan's fingers tapped the keyboard a couple of times randomly.

A giant high-definition LED screen directly in front of the lobby.

The scene suddenly changed.

The promotional video for the chamber of commerce that was originally playing has disappeared.

Instead.

It is a deep black background.

Followed by.

Countless green lines of code cascaded down the screen like a waterfall.

Accompanied by a faint electrical hum, encrypted folders were forcibly unpacked on the screen one by one.

The first thing that popped up was a bold red title.

"Details of Zhao's Ocean Trade - Southeast Asia Route 37 Smuggling".

These words were spoken.

The head of the Zhao family, who was originally standing in the corridor, pointing his finger at Chen Yuan and shouting, was now gone.

The cold smile on his face froze instantly.

Those triangular eyes widened suddenly, and the red blood vessels in their sockets expanded outwards at a visible speed.

On the screen, there are high-definition shipping documents and hidden forged customs clearance documents.

There are also several photos of core members of the Zhao family conducting cash transactions with foreign arms dealers on the high seas.

It was magnified clearly before everyone's eyes.

"You...where did you get this fake stuff from!"

The Zhao family patriarch's voice began to tremble, and his tone changed.

The finger he extended trembled incessantly, like a sieve.

"This is slander! I'm going to sue you for defamation!"

Chen Yuan didn't even glance at him.

My fingers tapped the keyboard again.

The second file exploded on the screen.

"Qian's Real Estate Holdings - Dual Contracts and Tax Evasion Records for Plot No. 3 in the West City".

A dense list of bank transaction records scrolled across the screen.

Each sum of money went through a laundering process involving more than a dozen overseas shell companies.

The final point of connection is the overseas family trust of the Qian family.

Those fake accounts that they thought were flawless.

Now it's like a dissected corpse, laid bare on the operating table.

The Qian family patriarch's old face was flushed with anger just moments before.

At that moment, with a "whoosh," all the blood drained away.

It was as pale as a piece of paper that had just been pulled out of ice water.

He opened his mouth, making strange "clucking" sounds from his throat, unable to squeeze out even a single syllable.

My legs felt as limp as two cooked noodles.

With a "thump," he slumped back into his chair.

Large beads of cold sweat poured down his forehead.

It splashed onto the expensive haute couture trousers, spreading out dark water stains.

The scrolling on the screen did not stop.

"Sun's Mining - A Map of the Cover-up and Money Laundering Path of the Northwest No. 7 Mine Disaster".

"Zhou Family Medical - Rebate Sharing Table for Inflated Prices of Imported Medical Devices"

One after another.

Several long-established families that rank among the top ten in Jianghai City.

Hidden beneath the glamorous facade of these conglomerates are all the shady, bullet-proof accounts of the past.

The USB drive was turned upside down.

This is hardly a business gathering.

This is clearly a premeditated, one-sided public trial!

The dark web's reputation as the "Abyss" is well-deserved.

For the past two weeks, Chen Yuan has been working with Xiao Liu, a junior high school student, and his older sister.

They had already thoroughly exposed these families' dirty secrets through web crawlers, leaving not a trace.

The entire venue was deathly silent.

All that remained was the faint electrical hum of data scrolling across the screen.

Those small and medium-sized enterprise representatives who were just making trouble with the head of the Zhao family.

At that moment, they all wished they could bury their heads in their crotches.

Even breathing was deliberately suppressed to the extreme.

They were afraid that if they made the slightest noise, the living deity on the stage would notice them.

They even put their own company's name on that death-bringing screen.

too frightening.

This is a kind of information asymmetry attack that exploits the fatal weaknesses of everyone.

It's even more despairing than having a gun pointed at their heads.

All of these pieces of evidence can be handed over to the Economic Crime Investigation Bureau.

All the heads of families present here will spend the rest of their lives behind bars, operating sewing machines.

The head of the Zhao family was trembling, barely managing to stand by holding onto the back of the chair in front of him.

He looked at the irrefutable evidence on the screen, evidence that was enough to bring the entire Zhao family to ruin.

My heart was pounding wildly in my chest like a drum.

Insufficient blood supply caused his vision to blur intermittently.

"Chen Yuan... do you think you can scare us with these fake things?"

He gritted his teeth, still making his last desperate struggle.

They tried to use a fierce exterior to mask their inner fear.

"Our families have been rooted in Jianghai City for over a century."

"Even if these things are real, if we join forces, you won't be leaving this house today!"

Upon hearing this, Chen Yuan's smile finally widened.

It's a kind of pity that comes from someone in a superior position watching their prey do futile work in a trap.

He did not get angry.

They didn't call security.

Chen Yuan placed his hands on the podium, looking down at the trembling group of powerful figures: "You think I'm discussing this with you? I'm just here to inform you."