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

This statement seemed to be a response to the thick, dark cloud rolling in from the horizon.

Large, dark cumulonimbus clouds moved at a terrifying speed visible to the naked eye.

It swallowed up the bright sunshine that Jianghai City originally had.

A strong wind swept up from the ground, carrying a pungent, earthy smell and a cold, damp atmosphere.

The wind blew the tall plane trees in the manor violently, and the branches made snapping sounds as they succumbed to the strain.

*Snap*

Several thick tree branches were snapped off and smashed onto the asphalt road.

This was far more than just an ordinary summer downpour.

In the digital world, invisible to the naked eye.

A long-planned, devastating global catastrophe has begun without warning, drawing back its bloody curtain.

Wall Street.

Those old capitalist families whose limbs were severed and whose vitality was greatly damaged by Chen Yuan's "ghost base station" ten years ago.

Like a group of venomous snakes that have been lurking in the shadows for ten years.

Today, they have finally found what they believe to be the perfect opportunity for revenge.

They partnered with some of the world's largest short-selling funds.

It triggered a financial tsunami ten times more intense than the subprime mortgage crisis of that year.

Their target was China, and specifically Star Ventures, the company that had once trampled them underfoot.

Jianghai City, as the beating heart of China's economy, bears the brunt of the impact.

In just one morning.

An invisible haze seemed to hang over the entire city.

In the skyscrapers of the Financial Avenue in the city center.

These were once white-collar workers and traders, dressed in suits and exuding confidence.

They looked like a bunch of headless flies.

The documents were swept haphazardly onto the floor.

The piercing ringing of telephones rose and fell, blaring like a death knell at every workstation.

"Chairman! Our company's cash flow has dried up! Overseas suppliers are collectively demanding early payment!"

"It's hit the daily limit down! Everything's hit the daily limit down! The market has been completely hammered down!"

"The bank rejected our bridge loan application, saying they had issued a strict order from above to completely tighten credit!"

Desperate screams and cries of despair.

It spreads throughout this once-prosperous city built with money.

Countless small and medium-sized enterprises that have worked hard for decades are now facing a massive short-selling operation worth trillions of dollars.

Like a fragile, withered leaf in a tsunami.

It didn't even make a splash before it was slammed to death on the beach.

The CEO's office on the top floor of the Xingchen Venture Capital Building.

The air pressure here is so low that it can squeeze a person's internal organs until they bleed.

Wang Kai stood in front of that huge floor-to-ceiling window.

Ten years of pampered living had caused him to gain a considerable amount of weight.

The once well-fitting haute couture suit was now tightly constricting his overweight body.

The hair, meticulously styled with hairspray, is now soaked with sweat.

A few strands of messy hair clung awkwardly to his broad forehead.

He gripped the bulletproof glass curtain wall tightly with both hands.

His knuckles were deathly pale from excessive force.

Outside the glass, the sky over Jianghai City was gloomy and oppressive, and the rain was pouring down.

Inside the glass are dozens of large financial monitoring screens flashing with a glaring red light.

"Mr. Wang! The first line of defense has collapsed!"

The chief risk officer stumbled into the office.

The tablet computer in my hand was shaking violently.

"The other side mobilized the equivalent of more than three national sovereign wealth funds."

"Our defensive positions in Europe and North America have been forcibly breached by them using junk bonds and poison assets!"

"That massive influx of funds is now traveling along the funding bridge, heading straight for our domestic parent stock market!"

Wang Kai's breath hitched.

It felt like a scalding hot iron had been shoved into his chest, burning him so much that he didn't even have the strength to swallow.

He turned around abruptly.

The greasy, middle-aged man's face had lost all color.

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

"What are Xiao Liu and Chu Feng doing on the dark web?!"

Wang Kai yelled at the top of his lungs, his voice completely distorted.

It was filled with an undisguised panic and despair.

"We can't stop him, Mr. Wang!"

The risk control officer's voice trembled with tears.

"This time, the other party not only spent a lot of money, but also joined forces with top Western hacker consortia."

"They used a computing black hole to forcibly lock down half of the nodes of our ghost base station."

"Director Xiao Liu has been fighting the fire for three hours straight, and his fingers are bleeding from the pounding."

"But their offensive is too fierce, we...we can't hold on!"

Star Capital, a super empire that has stood firm in Jianghai City for ten years.

Today, it has finally faced its most fatal crisis.

Wang Kai's legs went weak.

His 200-pound body slumped heavily onto the leather boss's chair behind him.

The chair creaked under the weight.

He stared at the red drop lines cascading down the screen like a waterfall.

The descent of each line.

This means that hundreds of billions of assets evaporated in an instant.

It represents countless families losing everything and committing suicide by jumping off buildings.

Wang Kai is just an executor with a bit of business acumen.

Faced with this world-class nuclear war of capital.

With his meager skills, he wasn't even qualified to be cannon fodder.

"Prepare the car..."

Wang Kai suddenly jumped up from his chair.

He grabbed the car keys from the table, without even taking his suit jacket.

"Get the car ready! We're heading to Genting Resort!"

He rushed out of the office like a madman.

He didn't even bother to look at the two assistants who were carrying coffee when he knocked them over.

Right now, the only thing in the entire country that can stop this doomsday tsunami is...

Only that man who has sheathed his sword in the manor for ten years!

Half an hour later.

The black SUV, in the raging wind and rain, resembled a runaway buffalo.

They forced their way up to the mountainside road of Yunding Manor.

Without slowing down even when cornering, the tires screeched as they spun out on the wet asphalt.

The car came to a sudden stop at the bottom of the steps of the main building.

Due to inertia, Wang Kai's head slammed hard against the back of the seat in front of him.

But he didn't care about the pain at all.

He kicked the car door open without even opening an umbrella.

They rushed straight into the torrential rain.

The rain instantly soaked his expensive shirt to the bone.

It clung tightly to the body covered in fat.

His leather shoes slipped on the steps.

He scrambled and stumbled into the manor gate.

in the hall.

The crystal chandelier casts a soft, warm light.

Chen Yuan, wearing a simple black cotton T-shirt, sat on the leather sofa.

He was holding a cup of freshly brewed hot tea.

Wisps of white steam rose from the top of the teacup.

And the apocalyptic storm outside.

This creates the most extreme and stark contrast.

Wang Kai was soaked to the bone, looking like a drowned rat just pulled out of the water.

Covered in biting cold and mud, they stumbled and staggered into the hall.

A string of dirty watermarks was instantly left on the expensive Persian carpet by someone stepping on it.

"Brother Yuan!"

He saw the man sitting on the sofa.

After being tense for hours and on the verge of breaking, my nerves finally snapped at this moment.

Wang Kai's knees buckled.

Standing before this brother who had once led him from a basement in an urban village to become the world's richest man.

They lost all face and dignity.

Wang Kai knelt down in front of Chen Yuan with a thud, crying his heart out: "Brother Yuan, foreign capital has joined forces to short sell ten trillion yuan worth of goods! They're going to tear the very fabric of China's economy apart!"