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

The pungent smell of cheap cologne mingled with the greasy sweat of a dozen burly men.

It fermented wildly in the closed imperial box.

The deafening heavy metal dance music was still relentlessly bombarding my eardrums.

Chen Yuan stood at the door.

That face, with its sharp features and cold, hard features.

His facial features contorted for a rare moment.

His deep, dark eyes were fixed on the group of muscular men in front of him who were still flirting with him.

My stomach churned violently, even more nauseating than when I saw dismembered limbs scattered all over the dark web.

His fingers tightened suddenly around his suit jacket.

The veins on the back of his hand bulged out, looking particularly frightening against his pale skin.

The fat man was still recklessly pushing forward.

"Brother Yuan, I really went through a lot of trouble..."

"roll!"

A deep, somber word, imbued with pure murderous intent.

It was forced out from between Chen Yuan's teeth.

The volume wasn't loud, but it felt like an invisible shockwave.

It instantly pierced through the noisy, heavy bass music.

Chen Yuan did not draw his sword, nor did he use any dark web methods.

He simply raised his long, powerful right leg.

Pointing at the huge tempered glass coffee table in the very center of the private room, which is three meters long and weighs several hundred kilograms.

He kicked it hard.

boom!

A deafening roar.

The heavy tempered glass tabletop shattered into countless ice cracks on the spot under the terrifying force.

The heavy solid wood base is adorned with royal salutes, fine fruit platters, and crystal wine glasses arranged on the coffee table.

It looks like a handcart that has been hit by a high-speed train.

He leaped into the air and swept across the group of muscular men.

Splash!

The bottle shattered, and glass shards flew everywhere.

The liquor mixed with ice cubes exploded into splashes in mid-air.

"ah--!"

The ten muscular men who had been dancing so energetically just moments before were now screaming in a distorted voice.

Even the muscles covered in baby oil were trembling.

They scrambled away, covering their heads and crawling to avoid the flying glass shards.

Some people lost a shoe while running and stepped barefoot on the broken glass, wincing in pain.

Less than ten seconds.

What was originally an eye-watering "hot dance performance" in the private room turned into a disaster scene of utter chaos.

The group of burly men rushed out the door as if they had seen a living Yama.

It runs faster than a rabbit.

The private room fell silent again.

Only the subwoofer remained, stubbornly emitting a dull thumping sound.

Fat Wang Kai stood frozen in place.

The face, which was full of fleshy muscles, instantly lost all color.

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

He was completely unaware that the Royal Salute glass he was holding had spilled all over his hands.

My legs felt like they were filled with lead, and I couldn't move an inch.

He finally realized that his self-righteous cleverness was a facade.

Just what kind of bottom line did they cross with this boss of the abyss?

Chen Yuan took a step forward.

I walked across the broken glass on the floor to a leather armchair in the corner.

He sat down.

Her legs were crossed casually.

He reached out and took an unopened bottle of whiskey from the unaffected liquor shelf next to him.

With a flick of the thumb.

With a click, the bottle cap was opened.

Without taking a glass, he tilted his head back and gulped down a large mouthful of strong liquor.

The spicy liquid slid down my throat into my stomach, barely suppressing the nausea.

"Wang Kai".

Chen Yuan slammed the wine bottle down on the armrest beside him.

His voice was so cold it could drop ice crystals.

"Is your brain filled with mush?"

The fat man's legs went weak, and he knelt down on the Persian carpet with a thud.

His obese body trembled like an electric sieve.

"Yuan...Brother Yuan...I was wrong!"

"I...I thought you weren't interested in women...after all, you didn't even date that romantic widow..."

"I am heterosexual."

Chen Yuan coldly interrupted him.

His dark eyes stared at the fat man, revealing a helpless frustration at his son's lack of ambition.

"I'm only not interested in women other than my wife."

"It's not that I'm interested in men!"

These words struck the fat man like a heavy hammer blow.

They completely straightened out his thought process.

He swallowed hard, nodding repeatedly like a garlic press.

"Yes, yes, yes! Brother Yuan, I'll remember! I'll never do anything like these ridiculous things again!"

Chen Yuan pinched the bridge of his nose.

I'm too lazy to waste any more words on this single-celled organism.

He couldn't stand this smoky, chaotic place for even a second longer.

I just want to get back to the manor as soon as possible and see the cat that's locked in the master bedroom, probably sulking under the covers.

He stood up, just about to open the door to the private room and leave.

The encrypted phone in my pocket suddenly started vibrating at a high frequency, piercingly loud.

It stood out starkly in the deathly quiet private room.

Chen Yuan stopped in his tracks.

I took out my phone, and the name "Eagle" was flashing on the screen.

Logically, the eagles should be setting up defenses around the manor at this time, preparing for tomorrow's wedding procession.

Why would they suddenly call the dedicated line?

A hint of doubt arose in Chen Yuan's mind, and he swiped his thumb to answer the call.

"explain."

His voice still carried the lingering coldness and hardness from before.

On the other end of the phone was Eagle, the security captain who was always as calm as a mountain and remained unfazed even when facing international criminals.

At this moment, his breathing was so heavy it sounded like he was running a marathon.

"Mr. Chen... Mr. Chen."

The eagle's voice, unusually, carried a slight tremor.

It was as if I had seen something more terrifying than the end of the world.

Chen Yuan's brows furrowed instantly, and a dangerous aura emanated from his very bones.

"Has something happened to Wanzhou?"

His fingers tightened around the phone, and the edge of the screen made a faint sound of protest.

"No...nothing happened."

Eagle quickly denied it, but what he said next made Chen Yuan's heart stop even more than if something had happened.

"It's...it's Miss Leng Yue."

The eagle seemed to be searching for the right words, its tone full of difficult struggle.

"Miss Lengyue said that today is the last day for the young lady to say goodbye to being single."

"We need to broaden her horizons."

Chen Yuan's eyes darkened instantly, and he narrowed them dangerously.

"What did she do?"

There was an eerie silence on the other end of the phone for two seconds.

Eagle swallowed hard on the other end of the phone, his voice trembling: "Mr. Chen, Miss Leng Yue has arranged ten... ten muscular male models for the eldest young lady, and they're dancing in the manor right now."