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

The soft, melodious melody echoed between the curved stone walls of the cave hotel.

It possesses a magical power that can turn even the finest steel into something as soft as silk.

Chen Yuan lowered his head.

His deep black eyes gazed at the pair of peach blossom eyes so close to his.

It was filled with unreserved trust, sparkling like a hidden galaxy.

"I'll do it, as long as you can eat it, I'll cook for you for the rest of my life."

The rough fingertips gently brushed across the girl's pert nose.

Chen Yuan's voice was hoarse and deep, revealing an unyielding indulgence.

He put his arm around Shen Wanzhou's waist and placed a gentle kiss on her smooth forehead.

Two days later.

Istanbul, Turkey, home to the famous Grand Bazaar.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, the sunlight was cut into mottled light and shadow by the colorful stained glass lampshades overhead.

This is a maze-like indoor market with a history of over 500 years.

The air was thick with the smells of barbecue spices, cheap perfume, and musty, aged leather.

The crowds were overwhelming.

The crowds of tourists mingled together with vendors shouting their wares in various languages.

Chen Yuan was wearing a simple, plain black casual trench coat.

He had one hand in his pocket.

With his other hand, he held Shen Wanzhou's hand tightly with his fingers intertwined.

In this crowded passageway, his tall and upright figure stood out like a moving breakwater.

The crowd that was pushing and shoving was cleverly kept at least half a meter away.

Shen Wanzhou is wearing a bohemian-style long dress today.

He was wearing a wide-brimmed straw hat.

She wasn't wearing a mask, and her delicate, fair face was exposed to the air without any cover.

Despite the dense presence of strangers around her, she instinctively moved closer to Chen Yuan.

But her steps were light and quick.

They even dared to reach out their other hand to touch the soft tassels when passing by a stall selling hand-woven carpets.

On the ring finger.

The exquisite 18-carat pink diamond appeared as she raised her hand.

Under the refraction of sunlight, it bursts out with a dazzling, cherry blossom-colored halo.

This dazzling light shines in the dimly lit market.

It was even more glaring than a high-wattage searchlight.

It was just a dozen meters away from them, behind a small stall selling copperware.

Three pairs of eyes, as greedy as hungry wolves, were fixed on the pink halo.

"Big brother, you're a fat sheep."

A white man wearing a baseball cap, as thin as a bamboo pole, spoke quickly in a low voice in Turkish.

He pulled a miniature high-powered telescope from his pocket and quickly locked onto Shen Wanzhou's fingers.

"A flawless pink diamond with perfect clarity, weighing at least eighteen carats!"

"My God, this stone is definitely worth over fifty million US dollars!"

The man he called "Big Brother" was a burly man with a thick beard and a scar running down his eye.

He was wearing a large leather jacket, which concealed the bulging, hard object at his waist.

These three individuals are members of the "Flying Gang," an international jewel thief organization that operates in the black markets of Europe and the Middle East.

They specifically target wealthy single men wearing expensive jewelry at major tourist attractions.

Scarface narrowed his eyes and coldly sized up Chen Yuan and Shen Wanzhou.

"The man looks like a gigolo on vacation, and the woman is even more like a porcelain doll that could be crushed with a single touch."

"There's not even a security guard around. It's like a piece of fat meat delivered to our door. We'd be doing God a disservice if we didn't take it."

He licked his chapped lips, reached into his leather jacket, and touched the cold handle of the butterfly knife.

"Wait until they reach that dead-end alley ahead without surveillance cameras, then make your move."

"Be quick! If you can't get the ring off, just chop off the finger along with it!"

Chen Yuan led Shen Wanzhou through the bustling main road.

Shen Wanzhou's attention was completely drawn to a roadside stall selling antique music boxes.

She grabbed Chen Yuan's arm, wanting to go over and see what was going on.

To avoid the crowds, they turned into a relatively quiet narrow alley.

The alley was dimly lit, and the ground was paved with uneven cobblestones.

On both sides were piles of discarded cardboard boxes and wooden baskets from vendors.

The aroma of spices in the air was replaced by a musty, damp smell that had never seen the sun.

I had only walked in less than ten meters.

Chen Yuan suddenly stopped in his tracks.

His once gentle black eyes instantly froze into a layer of frost.

His dangerous intuition, honed over years in the dark web, made him sense an unusual killing intent in the air.

He pulled Shen Wanzhou behind him with his other hand.

His broad back completely blocked her view.

"What's wrong?"

Shen Wanzhou bumped into the man's strong back and poked her head out in confusion.

Before he could finish speaking...

A series of hurried footsteps sounded simultaneously from both the front and back of the alley.

boom!

An abandoned wooden basket was kicked away roughly.

Scarface, with two of his men, one in front and two behind, cornered them in this dead-end alley less than two meters wide.

All three men brandished sharp, cold weapons.

The tall, thin man held a military dagger with a blood groove in his hand.

Scarface then leisurely tossed aside a butterfly knife.

The blades whirred in the dim light, producing a sickening metallic scraping sound.

"Beautiful lady."

Scarface spoke broken English, his eyes fixed greedily on Shen Wanzhou's left hand.

"Take off that ring and throw it to me."

"We seek wealth, not death."

"If you dare to scream, I guarantee this knife will bloom into a blood-red flower on your pretty face."

Seeing this sudden turn of events and the gleaming blade.

Shen Wanzhou's pupils contracted sharply.

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

The sense of security that had just been established in the market was instantly shattered by this real threat of violence.

She instinctively let out a short scream.

She gripped the back of Chen Yuan's trench coat tightly with both hands.

The knuckles were pale and bloodless.

My body was trembling uncontrollably.

Chen Yuan felt the trembling coming from the girl behind him.

The temperature in the retina dropped to absolute zero.

That terrifying aura of the Dark Web Asura, which had been suppressed due to the honeymoon.

At this moment, it was released without reservation, like a flood bursting its banks.

The surrounding air seemed to become thick and suffocating under this oppressive feeling.

"Just a few small fry like you?"

Chen Yuan's voice was so cold and sharp it felt like it was scraping his bones.

He didn't even glance at the two knives.

With a flick of his wrist, his gaze locked onto a flat-bottomed iron pot in a pile of abandoned junk at the edge of the alley.

Those were kitchen utensils discarded by nearby vendors, and the bottom of the pot was covered with a thick layer of black ash.

Scarface looked at the Chinese man who was not only unafraid but also mocking him.

The fat on his face twitched suddenly.

I felt that my professional dignity had been greatly insulted.

The ringleader, brandishing a sharp butterfly knife, approached and sneered in English, "Hand over the diamonds, or I'll kill you two, you young lovers, in a foreign land!"