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

His large, warm hand naturally covered the back of Shen Wanzhou's head.

He pressed her slightly upturned face, filled with doubt, into his broad, sturdy chest, fitting her perfectly.

That sweet and refreshing peach scent from the shower gel.

The scent instantly filled Chen Yuan's nostrils, dispelling the last bit of chill he had brought back from the underground parking garage.

Shen Wanzhou was taken aback by his sudden intimacy.

Her cheek pressed against the man's hard pectoral muscles.

Listen to that steady and powerful heartbeat.

The tips of her ears were uncontrollably stained with a layer of ripe rouge.

She didn't struggle; instead, her two fair arms wrapped around Chen Yuan's waist.

Like a Persian cat that craves its owner's warmth, it gently rubbed against his loungewear.

"Did you run into someone you didn't like outside?"

Her muffled voice came from behind the fabric, revealing an undisguised protectiveness.

A hint of unyielding indulgence flickered in Chen Yuan's eyes.

He held her slender waist with one hand.

"They were just two blind flies, and the eagle has already swatted them dead."

His voice was deep and steady.

It was as if that ban was enough to ruin the Huangfu family's reputation in Jianghai City and crush their assets.

It really was as simple as just casually swatting two bugs to death.

The peaceful and tranquil time flowed slowly in the constant temperature air of Genting Manor.

But in Beijing, which is 2,000 kilometers away from Jianghai City.

This deep courtyard house carries the heritage of the Huangfu family for three hundred years.

The air, however, was so still it seemed as if water could drip from it.

The long rosewood table in the back room was in a mess.

The fine Ru kiln tea set was smashed to pieces.

Tea spilled onto the expensive Suzhou embroidery carpet, leaving unsightly dark brown stains.

Huangfu Wan'er was wearing the haute couture gown that had been splattered with mud and water in the underground parking garage.

It reeked of a nauseating, sewer-like stench.

She didn't change her clothes.

She just slumped in the armchair like a madwoman.

That face of a socialite, usually well-maintained and aloof.

At this moment, it was covered with hideous lines twisted by extreme humiliation and anger.

Two of the French manicure nails on her fingers broke off when she fled Jianghai City.

The oozing blood had already congealed into a dark brown scab on the fingertip.

"dad!"

She suddenly raised her head, her eyes bloodshot, almost dripping with blood.

He stared intently at the Huangfu family head, who sat in the main seat with a livid face.

"That Chen Yuan, he doesn't take our Huangfu family seriously at all!"

"He not only humiliated me in front of my bodyguards, but he also had someone drive up and splash me with dirty water!"

Huangfu Wan'er's voice was sharp and piercing, like sandpaper being rubbed.

It carried a sense of madness born of desperation.

"He's a madman! A nouveau riche who doesn't follow the rules!"

"He has cut off all our overseas ports and mines, causing us to lose billions every day."

"Now, those opportunistic fair-weather friends in Jianghai City are joining Xingchen Venture Capital in boycotting us!"

"If this continues, our Huangfu family will be bankrupt and liquidated within half a month!"

The head of the Huangfu family's chest heaved violently.

A cold, venomous light gleamed in those cloudy old eyes.

The Huangfu family has been entrenched in the capital for so many years.

When have I ever suffered such a huge loss without being able to speak out?

In terms of overt commercial attacks, they were no match for the man who controlled the ghost base stations on the dark web.

Those intricate personal connections are no match for absolute capital and technological superiority.

It's so fragile, it's not even as fragile as a piece of toilet paper.

"Since he's not leaving us a way out."

The head of the Huangfu family gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words.

Every word reeks of bloodshed.

"Then let's flip the table!"

He pulled out a black, encrypted phone without any markings from the wide sleeve of his Tang suit.

This is a special communicator used by the Huangfu family to contact their last trump card in the underworld.

"Wan'er, go and get that overseas bearer check from home."

The old man's voice was as cold and hard as iron.

"Fifty million US dollars."

"I'm putting a bounty on the dark web for the lives of those two brats from Chen Yuan!"

Upon hearing these words, Huangfu Wan'er showed no fear whatsoever.

Instead, it burst forth with a morbid ecstasy.

Yes! Kill his child!

Let that arrogant man taste the agony of unbearable pain!

He drove that sickly woman he had been protecting to the brink of madness!

"I'll go right away!"

Three days later, late at night.

There wasn't a single star in the sky above Jianghai City.

Thick, dark clouds, like a giant black cloth, tightly covered the bustling city.

Not even a sliver of moonlight could penetrate.

Halfway up the mountain in Genting Manor, it is so quiet that you can only hear the rustling of the wind through the leaves of the plane trees.

It is located in a blind spot of surveillance, less than 100 meters from the towering electric fence on the outskirts of the manor.

Several figures dressed in black, tight-fitting night clothes, like ghosts.

They emerged silently from the muddy bushes.

They are "Blood Scorpions".

A top-tier assassin organization that operates year-round in the Middle East and Eastern Europe and consistently ranks among the top ten on the international dark web assassin rankings.

This group of people has the blood of politicians and tycoons from various countries on their hands.

Proficient in various special infiltration and assassination techniques.

The leader, codenamed "Stinger," wore a black tactical mask.

Only a pair of sharp, lifeless eyes, like those of a hawk, were visible.

He knelt on one knee on the damp grass.

He raised his wrist and glanced at the countdown on his tactical watch.

2:45 a.m.

This is precisely when people are most relaxed and sleeping the most soundly.

"The target is the nursery on the left side of the second floor."

Sting gave instructions to his four men behind him in very low English through a throat microphone.

"The employer's demand is to capture the twins alive and bring them back to the capital as a bargaining chip."

"If security forces obstruct the process, cut the throat immediately, leaving no survivors."

He made a tactical hand signal.

The four assassins immediately dispersed.

Their movements were as light as a group of wild cats flitting through the night.

Not a single sound was made as the dry branches were crushed.

They removed specially made silencer hooks from the tactical lanyards on their waists.

The surface of this hook is coated with a special sound-absorbing coating.

It was thrown onto the metal railing, and even the most sensitive voice-activated sensor couldn't detect the movement.

Whoosh.

The grappling hook took off into the air.

It firmly hooked onto the five-meter-high blast-proof wall of the Cloud Top Manor.

Poison Sting tugged at the rope to confirm that it could bear the weight.

With a sudden stomp of his legs, he transformed into a giant black bat.

They quickly climbed up the rope.

At this moment, in the underground control room of Genting Manor.

The hundreds of surveillance screens on the four walls emitted a cold, eerie blue light.

The eagle, wearing a black vest, sat in front of the control panel.

His broad back muscles were taut, and the scar that ran across half his face looked particularly ferocious under the blue light.

He was holding a cup of espresso that had gone cold.

His eyes, like radar, scanned every corner of the screen without blinking.

Sudden.

A tiny, barely noticeable red dot appeared in the lower right corner of the main control screen.

No external infrared alarm was triggered.

It did not trigger a large-scale alarm on the thermal imager.

However, military-grade micro-vibration sensors are buried in the soil surrounding the manor.

Yet it accurately captured those subtle pressures that weren't caused by the slightest rustling of wind.

Eagle put down his coffee cup and quickly tapped a few keys on the keyboard.

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Five figures dressed in black, climbing over the wall, were clearly exposed on the screen.

"court death."

The eagle sneered, a cruel smile curving its lips.

He reached for the walkie-talkie at his waist, just about to notify the sentries in the yard to close in.

The heavy metal explosion-proof door of the central control room was silently pushed open from the outside.

Chen Yuan was wearing that black silk bathrobe.

He wasn't wearing shoes; he was barefoot on the floor.

His tall and imposing figure entered the control room filled with electronic equipment.

He didn't speak.

His deep, dark eyes looked past the eagle's shoulder and landed on the enlarged screen.

Watching the five dark figures who had already climbed over the wall and were using the bushes as cover, they crept towards the nursery in the main building.

In that instant, Chen Yuan's entire body...

A terrifying killing intent erupted, enough to freeze the air in the entire control room.

This murderous aura is different from the indifference during business battles.

This is a kind of brutality that arises when someone's absolute taboo has been touched, and they want to skin the other person alive, tear them apart, and grind them into mincemeat.

In the nursery.

The two little lives he had protected with his life were sleeping there.

She was the apple of Shen Wanzhou's eye, born after she risked half her life.

No matter how much the Huangfu family tries to manipulate things in the business world, he can treat it all as a boring numbers game.

But they dared to extend their dirty hands into his home.

Reaching out to those two sleeping little faces.

This is like pulling out the dragon's reverse scale!

Chen Yuan stared at the few suspicious red dots on the screen, his slender fingers slowly cracking his knuckles: "The Huangfu family dares to plot against my child, they're tired of living."