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

The ecstatic roar made the soundproof walls of the server room tremble slightly.

Xiao Liu slumped in his gaming chair, panting heavily.

Sweat soaked through his thick, black-rimmed glasses.

He looked at his fingertips, which were red, swollen, and bleeding from the high-frequency tapping, and then at the white virtual flag lowering on the screen.

The immense impact of surviving such a catastrophe and witnessing history left him feeling like a dried-out lump of mud.

I leaned back limply in the chair.

The entire public channel on the dark web has been completely overwhelmed by the boiling stream of data.

Those top hackers and assassins who usually hide in the dark corners of the world, each defying the other.

Right now, everyone is using the most enthusiastic characters.

The screen was flooded with people worshipping the name "Abyss".

"One man against the entire cybersecurity agencies of Europe and America!"

"Destroy the quantum computer defense array in five minutes!"

"Is the Abyss boss trying to strip the Western cyberpunk world naked and hang it on the city walls?!"

The screen was filled with exclamation marks and words of awe.

It's enough to make any tech fanatic feel excited, or even develop a sense of arrogance and dominance.

But Chen Yuan merely glanced coldly at the scrolling subtitles.

Not a ripple appeared in his unfathomable black eyes.

It was as if they had just overturned several national-level security defense lines.

It wasn't as satisfying as removing the shrimp vein in the kitchen this morning.

His large, well-defined hands rested on the keyboard once more.

They did not enjoy the glory of the victors.

Long, slender fingers flew across several unfamiliar keys.

"Click".

The last Enter key was pressed.

All the underlying data traces related to the counterattack that just happened are displayed on the screen.

This includes complex reverse tracing code and residual nodes of decoy programs.

In less than a second, it was like a handful of burning paper ash.

It was completely wiped out from all servers in the world.

Leave no evidence and give the other party no chance to review the situation later.

Chen Yuan reached out and pressed the main power switch on the control panel.

"Buzz—"

The liquid-cooled servers in the server room, running at full capacity, let out a final, muffled sigh.

It fell into utter silence.

The four huge curved screens went black simultaneously.

It silenced all the frenzied worship on the dark web and the cries of despair in the Western world, silencing them in the darkness.

Chen Yuan raised his left hand and glanced at the time on his wristwatch.

5:45 PM.

It's almost dinnertime.

His face was always tense, exuding a chilling, demonic aura.

The lines softened visibly the moment the time was displayed.

Chen Yuan stood up and ripped off the annoying dark blue tie around his neck.

He casually tossed it onto the large black walnut wood desk.

He also took off his haute couture suit jacket, which smelled of ozone from the computer room.

"You can handle the rest of the cleanup yourselves."

He strode out of the server room, unbuttoning the top two buttons of his shirt collar as he walked.

His tone was so calm, it was as if he were simply telling someone to remember to lock the door after get off work.

"Behave yourself for now and don't provoke those foreign devils anymore."

"I've been very busy lately and haven't had time to clean up your messes."

Chu Feng and Xiao Liu stood there, stunned.

Watching his boss's hurried figure, as if he were rushing off to some multi-million dollar project.

"Boss, where are you going?"

Chu Feng swallowed hard and couldn't help but ask a question.

"The whole world is looking for you right now, should we set off some smoke bombs...?"

Chen Yuan stopped in front of the heavy metal explosion-proof door.

He didn't even turn his head.

"I'm busy."

"I'm going upstairs to cut ribs for my wife."

He uttered a statement that was enough to shatter the worldview of hackers worldwide.

The blast door slowly closed behind Chen Yuan, completely blocking out his tall, imposing figure.

Chu Feng and Xiao Liu were left looking completely bewildered.

They looked at each other in the dark server room.

That god who just trampled the global cybersecurity system underfoot.

That dark web tyrant who wouldn't even glance at the surrender document from a multinational conglomerate.

They're in a hurry to leave now.

He only did it to go back and cook dinner for his wife?!

Genting Manor, open kitchen on the first floor.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone through the huge French windows, casting a warm orange glow on the floor.

Chen Yuan had already changed into a clean white cotton short-sleeved shirt.

She wore that familiar black apron around her waist.

He stood in front of the kitchen counter.

He held in his hand the legendary knife "Dragon Scale," which he had won in the culinary competition.

On the cutting board.

There were two top-quality spare ribs freshly shaved off a black pig.

The meat is tender and has a clear texture.

The blade flashed a cold, eerie light in the sunlight.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

The cleaver landed on the solid wood cutting board with a steady, rhythmic thud.

The ribs were cut evenly into two-centimeter-long pieces.

Not a single bone was broken; the cut was as smooth as a mirror.

This technique allows for precise control of assassination-level power on a kitchen cutting board.

If those Western hackers who were trembling in fear on the dark web saw this...

He would probably vomit three liters of blood on the spot.

Heat oil in a wok.

The azure flames of the gas licked the bottom of the flat-bottomed black iron pan.

Chen Yuan put the chopped ribs into a wok with oil that was 70% hot.

Sizzle—!

A crisp popping sound.

The surface of the ribs tightened rapidly under the intense heat, turning an enticing golden color.

Squeeze out excess oil.

Chen Yuan steadily tossed the wok with his wrist.

Add the secret-recipe aged vinegar, rock sugar, and a little bit of Shaoxing wine to remove the fishy smell.

The sweet and sour sauce churned violently in the pot, producing fine, viscous bubbles.

A rich, intensely sweet and sour aroma, carrying the purest, most earthy flavor of everyday life.

It instantly and domineeringly permeated the spacious and bright kitchen.

This smell.

It brings me more peace of mind than any complex perfume.

It was also the only territory that Chen Yuan wanted to protect with his life.

So what if you're ruthless and decisive on the dark web?

So what if you control trillions of dollars in venture capital?

All power and wealth.

In the end, it's all just to be able to stand peacefully in front of the stove for this moment.

He cooked her favorite meal for the girl he cherished most.

This is Chen Yuan's greatest ambition in this life.

The ribs were coated with a layer of amber-colored gravy in the pot.

Chen Yuan turned off the stove fire and prepared to plate the food.

Just then.

The semi-transparent glass sliding door to the kitchen was gently pulled open a crack from the outside.

Plop, plop.

The familiar, light footsteps of rabbit slippers echoed at the doorway.

Chen Yuan paused for a moment.

A layer of unyielding indulgence and warmth shone in his deep black eyes.

The kitchen door opened, and Shen Wanzhou poked her head out and sniffed, "Honey, are you making sweet and sour pork ribs? I can smell the aroma."