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

With a contemptuous sneer.

The cold wind carrying the earthy smell drifted through the Cloud Top Manor at midnight.

The poisonous thorn on the ground was desperately clutching his left arm, which had been torn apart by the dog's fangs.

Blood gushed out from between his fingers, staining the neatly trimmed lawn beneath him.

His face, hidden beneath the tactical mask, was completely contorted with pain and extreme fear.

When I accepted this order on the dark web.

The intelligence provided by the Huangfu family only stated that the target was a nouveau riche, and that the manor only had a group of ordinary retired soldiers as security guards.

Who the hell could have imagined that?

The dogs on this estate are a hundred times more ferocious than the cannibals they encountered in the Middle East war zone!

Even more terrifying.

The man with the riot baton and a face full of scars exuded the smell of gunpowder.

He is definitely a top-tier mercenary who has experienced real carnage!

"Take him away and find out who sent him."

The eagle stopped yawning casually, and the muscles on its face instantly tensed up.

His narrow eyes gleamed with undisguised cruelty.

Two bodyguards in black stepped forward.

Like dragging two pieces of dead flesh, they grabbed Poison Sting by the hair and forcibly dragged him toward the interrogation room in the manor's basement.

Fifteen minutes later.

Inside the central control room on the second basement level.

The eagle held a white towel stained with blood, wiping the blood from its finger bones.

I pushed open the soundproof door.

"Mr. Chen, you've confessed."

The eagle's voice was deep and menacing.

"It's a bounty placed on the dark web by the Huangfu family in the capital."

"Their target isn't you, but... the two young masters and princess on the second floor."

Upon hearing this...

Chen Yuan, who was sitting in front of the control panel, suddenly stopped typing on the keyboard with his large, well-defined hands.

In deep black eyes.

What was once as calm as an ancient well vanished in a tenth of a second.

It was like being hit by a high-explosive grenade, exploding with a deafening roar.

That chilling aura, capable of freezing one's blood, emanated from his body as if it were a tangible entity.

The temperature in the control room seemed to drop below freezing point instantly.

Even the liquid-cooled servers that were operating under overload conditions emitted a faint hum under this pressure.

If they come after him, he can treat it as a boring cat-and-mouse game.

But they dared to lay their dirty hands on the two children Shen Wanzhou gave birth to at great risk.

The Huangfu family.

This is challenging the true bottom line of a dark web monster.

"Should we call the police, Mr. Chen?"

Looking at Chen Yuan's expression, the eagle cautiously probed with a question.

"Call the police?"

Chen Yuan scoffed coldly.

His voice was devoid of any warmth, like a steel knife scraping bone.

"Calling the police is too lenient on them."

"Since they like to play dirty tricks so much, let's settle this score using the rules of the dark web."

He stood up.

He picked up the black trench coat draped over the back of the chair.

Without saying a word, he walked straight out of the control room.

The master bedroom is on the second floor.

A warm orange floor lamp was left on in the room.

A faint, calming chamomile aromatherapy scent wafted through the air.

On a large double bed.

Shen Wanzhou was wearing a silk nightgown, sleeping peacefully on her side.

Her beautiful peach blossom eyes were tightly closed, and her long eyelashes cast two soft shadows on her fair cheeks.

The two little ones slept in a specially made crib next to them.

Her chest rose and fell rhythmically with her breathing, and she would occasionally smack her lips.

Chen Yuan tiptoed to the bedside.

His tall body bent down slightly.

Rough fingertips, carrying boundless tenderness and affection.

Gently brushing aside a stray lock of hair that had fallen across Shen Wanzhou's forehead.

It seemed to sense a familiar presence.

Shen Wanzhou murmured softly in her sleep.

She rolled over and subconsciously rubbed her face against Chen Yuan's palm.

Like a cat that has found a safe haven.

Chen Yuan's hand paused in mid-air for a full ten seconds.

The terrifying ferocity in his deep eyes was forcibly suppressed.

It transformed into a pool of warm spring water.

He lowered his head and placed a gentle kiss on the girl's smooth forehead.

"Go to sleep, I'll be back for breakfast."

The barely audible murmur dissipated into the air.

Chen Yuan withdrew his hand.

The moment I turned around.

The tenderness in her eyes had vanished completely.

It was once again covered by an indestructible layer of frost.

3:30 a.m.

A Gulfstream G650 private jet, completely black with no markings or markings.

Accompanied by the deafening roar of engines.

It rose from the ground of a private helipad in Jianghai City.

Like a black sword, it tore through the deep night and pierced the sky.

They sped off towards the capital.

Inside the cabin.

Eagle and six other elite security personnel wearing tactical vests and with stern faces.

He was quietly inspecting the specially made equipment in his hands.

Six o'clock in the morning.

A thin layer of mist still shrouded the capital city.

Deep within a quiet and ancient hutong, inside the Second Ring Road.

A large courtyard house, bearing the marks of a century, stands quietly.

The heavy, vermilion door was inlaid with brass studs the size of washbasins.

A black plaque with gold lettering hangs above the door: Huangfu.

This is the power totem that the Huangfu family has held for a century in the capital.

Within a few hundred meters, not a single ordinary private car dared to park there.

A morning breeze swept through the alley, swirling up a few withered yellow leaves.

Sudden.

A series of steady, powerful, and uniform footsteps broke the deathly silence of the early morning.

Da, da, da.

Chen Yuan was wearing that pure black haute couture trench coat.

Unbuttoned, the hem of her coat fluttered slightly in the wind with each step.

He had one hand in his trouser pocket.

Look straight ahead.

Step by step, they ascended the nine white marble steps in front of the Huangfu family's gate, which symbolized their noble status.

Eagle and five others followed closely behind.

They lined up in a row, like a black iron wall.

Each of them exuded a suffocating, bloody aura, the kind that only comes from crawling out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

This murderous aura.

It directly exposes the so-called "century-old heritage" and "unattainable" atmosphere surrounding the courtyard house.

It was crushed until not even a crumb remained.

Chen Yuan stopped on the last and highest step.

His deep black eyes coldly surveyed the tightly closed vermilion door before him.

Chen Yuan stared at the vermilion gate that represented a century of cultural heritage and coldly uttered two words: "Eagle, smash the gate."