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Blurry satellite surveillance photos were slapped onto an expensive rosewood table by his trembling subordinates.

The photo shows only a tall, black figure from behind.

And the elite assassins wailing all over the ground in the Huangfu family's courtyard.

"Just one night... just one night?!"

An elderly patriarch with graying temples stared intently at the photograph, his hands trembling like withered leaves in the autumn wind.

"More than a hundred internal martial arts masters from the Huangfu family, and their tendons were just severed like that?"

"Even their core financial operations hidden in Swiss banks have been completely wiped out?"

"Where did this killing god even come from?!"

The secretary standing by the table swallowed hard, her legs feeling so weak she could barely stand.

"Master...Master, we've found out."

"He's from Jianghai City, the big boss behind Xingchen Venture Capital..."

These words were spoken.

The air in the study seemed to freeze instantly.

The old patriarch's pupils contracted sharply, and large beads of cold sweat rolled down his forehead.

Sticky, icy sweat soaked through the lining of the silk Tang suit, clinging to my spine, chilling me to the bone.

Star Ventures.

That financial behemoth that tears everything apart in the financial market like an ancient beast.

They always thought the other party was just a businessman making money behind the scenes using algorithms and hacking techniques.

Who would have thought that this person's fighting prowess, even when fighting alone, would be so terrifying!

"Investigate! Bring back all the troublemakers in the family who've been causing trouble outside!"

The old patriarch slammed his hand on the table, roaring in a hoarse voice.

"From today onwards, Jianghai City is an absolute no-go zone for us!"

"Who dares to cause trouble over there and provoke that living god?"

"I won't even need him to lift a finger; I'll personally break his legs and expel him from the family register!"

A dark cloud of fear hung heavily over the hearts of every powerful and influential person in the capital.

And the instigator of this storm.

They were now seated in a discreet black sedan, which smoothly drove into the private helipad.

The engines of the Gulfstream G650 aircraft emitted a deep roar.

A huge airflow swirled up the sand and gravel at the edge of the runway.

Chen Yuan stepped into the cabin, which was kept at a constant temperature of 24 degrees Celsius.

He ripped off the black trench coat, which was stained with gunpowder and blood.

He casually tossed it to the eagle that was following behind him.

"Burn this outfit; don't bring it home."

He unbuttoned his shirt collar and strode into the cabin's luxurious shower room.

Boiling hot water gushed out from the showerhead.

It washed over his broad, muscular back.

The flowing water carried away the lingering chill of the capital city from his body and washed away the violent aura he had released in the courtyard.

Half an hour later.

Chen Yuan dried his hair and changed into a light gray cashmere casual knit sweater.

Pair it with a pair of loose-fitting dark black trousers.

The sharp edge that made people afraid to look directly at her had disappeared.

As long as you don't look into those eyes that are as deep and dark as an ancient pool.

At this moment, his demeanor was gentle and reserved, like that of a young professor browsing ancient books in a university library.

He sat down in the large, genuine leather airline seat.

With a flick of his wrist, he pulled out the specially made encrypted phone.

The screen lit up, casting a cold white light on his sharply defined face.

He didn't click on the dark web backends that involved the movement of hundreds of billions of dollars.

He also didn't read the lengthy report sent by Wang Kai about taking over the Huangfu family's assets.

A thumb with distinct knuckles gently glides across the screen.

Without a doubt, I clicked on the pinned "Ivy League Kindergarten Senior Class Home-School Communication Group" in WeChat.

The kindergarten teacher posted an announcement in the group ten minutes ago.

"Good morning, parents. This afternoon at 2 PM, we will have the first parent-teacher meeting and award ceremony of this semester. Please be on time."

Chen Yuan looked at the announcement on the screen, which was full of childlike emoticons.

The hard line at the corner of his lips softened silently.

The bleakness in his eyes melted away completely, turning into a pool of spring water.

He turned his head and looked out the porthole at the thick clouds.

"Captain, increase speed and activate supersonic cruise mode."

Chen Yuan's voice was not loud, but it conveyed an undeniable certainty.

"We must land in Jianghai City before 1 p.m."

He felt it was a waste of time to even glance at the fall of the Huangfu family, such a sordid affair.

But this was my daughter's first parent-teacher conference.

That was a momentous event, even if the sky were to fall or the earth were to be destroyed, he would still have to sit in the front row and attend.

That sweet little girl who would pout and shed tears if she was out of his sight for even half a day.

If I don't see him sitting in the audience, I'll definitely be so upset that I won't even eat dinner.

This is a million times more important than any business hegemony.

1:45 PM.

The sun shone brightly over Jianghai City, and a gentle breeze carried the unique fragrance of osmanthus blossoms in early autumn.

A bulletproof SUV without any special markings silently stopped at the corner of the intersection, one street away from Ivy International Kindergarten.

Chen Yuan pushed open the car door and started walking alone.

He didn't want to bring that oppressive and heavy entourage into the pure world that belonged to children.

Leather shoes tread on the street covered with fallen leaves.

Not far away, the kindergarten gate, covered with colorful cartoon graffiti, was wide open.

The entrance was already filled with all kinds of luxury cars, even blocking half of the street.

Parents dressed in haute couture suits and wearing expensive jewelry gathered in small groups.

They maintained a haughty demeanor, probing each other's business backgrounds and financial situations.

This was not just a parents' meeting, but also a hidden arena of fame and fortune for the wealthy elite in Jianghai City.

Chen Yuan walked calmly through the crowd, one hand in his trouser pocket.

His superior height and cool, sculpted features.

He stood out like a crane among chickens among a group of portly middle-aged businessmen.

This attracted the attention of several wealthy women, who whispered among themselves, trying to find out which family's new tycoon this was.

But Chen Yuan didn't spare even a second glance.

I walked straight through the colorful archway and headed to the "Starry Night Class" classroom on the first floor.

The classroom was covered with colorful patchwork foam mats.

The walls were covered with children's innocent crayon drawings.

A faint, sweet aroma of milk biscuits wafted in the air, mixed with the distinctive scent of baby powder.

This environment is so soft that it poses no threat whatsoever.

This allowed Chen Yuan's muscles to completely relax.

He followed the nameplate on the seat and found the seat with the words "Chen Muzhou" on it.

It was a small yellow plastic stool that was only thirty centimeters tall.

Chen Yuan, standing at 1.88 meters tall, stood in front of this toy stool that resembled a miniature model.

He seemed out of place.

But he did not hesitate at all.

His long legs were slightly bent, in a posture that seemed to be constrained yet he was trying his best to maintain stability.

He squeezed himself into this small stool.

The two long legs, with nowhere to go, could only bend awkwardly, with the knees almost touching the chest.

His broad shoulders had to hunch slightly, as if afraid of breaking the fragile plastic stool.

This scene presents a comical yet poignant contrast.

If this were seen by Lao Ying or Wang Kai, they would probably be so shocked that their jaws would dislocate on the spot.

Last night, around midnight.

These legs were still in the century-old mansion in the capital, where they had kicked and shattered the shoulder blade of the Huangfu family head.

This afternoon.

But it remained obediently and quietly huddled on the plastic stool, not daring to move an inch.

On the podium.

A young preschool teacher is holding a microphone, presenting the teaching plan on the PowerPoint presentation in a sweet voice.

"Dear parents, the most important thing for children at this stage is to establish a regular afternoon nap habit."

"Also, never give your child too many sugary foods before bed, as this can easily cause tooth decay..."

Chen Yuan sat upright.

My back was pressed against the cold cement wall.

He took a small black leather notebook and a fountain pen out of his pocket.

The president of Star Ventures, who wouldn't even bother to glance at a multi-billion dollar contract in a cross-border merger and acquisition deal.

He looked serious at that moment, his brows slightly furrowed.

I carefully wrote down in my notebook what the teacher said: "Don't eat sugary foods before bed."

The pen tip scratched across the paper, making a soft rustling sound.

He listened more attentively than any of the parents present.

It was as if what was being discussed on stage wasn't common sense about parenting, but some core secret concerning the survival of humanity.

Several parents dressed in Armani suits nearby watched him, observing his humble and obedient demeanor as he sought advice.

They simply assumed he was a new father who had managed to send his child to a prestigious school by selling everything he owned.

His eyes even subtly revealed a sense of superiority.

Who would have thought.

Beneath this gentle and refined exterior of a model student lies a hidden depth.

Hidden within is a terrifying killing god who has just slaughtered the entire capital circle in northern China, leaving rivers of blood flowing.

The routine half-hour process finally came to an end.

The teacher put down her page-turning pen, her smile widening even further.

She turned around and picked up a stack of certificates with gold-embossed edges from the drawer of the lectern.

"Next up is the part the children are most looking forward to."

The teacher clapped her hands to signal everyone to be quiet.

"Please welcome the children who performed best this week to the stage to receive their little red flower certificates!"

As the cheerful children's song accompaniment began.

The door to the lounge at the back of the classroom was pushed open.

A group of little ones dressed in matching, custom-made British-style school uniforms walked out in a neat, long line.

Walking at the very front of the group was Chen Muzhou.

The little girl wore two fluffy and cute pigtails today, which swayed with her steps.

That fair and delicate face, so much like Shen Wanzhou's.

His face was filled with barely suppressed joy.

Her pair of bright, sparkling eyes had just entered the classroom.

They quickly searched through the densely packed parents' seats.

My gaze passed over the many figures.

When the camera accurately locked onto the tall figure huddled on the small yellow stool.

The little girl's eyes instantly lit up like two peeled obsidian stones.

Her dimples sank deep into her cheeks, and her smile stretched all the way to her ears.

Dad really came!

Chen Muzhou, wearing small black leather shoes, proudly puffed out her chest.

He walked onto the podium with a clattering sound.

She stretched out her two chubby little hands and respectfully accepted the thin certificate with a big red flower printed on it from the teacher's hand.

They didn't look at the other students or parents in the audience.

She held the paper high and waved it forcefully in Chen Yuan's direction.

"Dad! Look!"

A child's soft, sweet voice rang out clearly in the quiet classroom.

With undisguised boasting and an eager expectation of praise.

The sound reached Chen Yuan's ears.

It's a million times more pleasant than any system notification sound that shatters a firewall on the dark web.

Chen Yuan's usually stern and cold face completely melted in that instant.

The cold, hard lines transformed into a pool of shimmering spring water.

He casually placed the small notebook in his hand on the ground.

His large, well-defined hand reached into his pocket and pulled out the specially made encrypted phone with lightning speed.

Unlock and open the camera interface.

Without any hesitation.

His long fingers frantically pressed the shutter button on the screen.

The camera steadily focused on the little girl on stage, who was smiling brightly.

The flash was turned off.

But the soft "click-click" of the shutter wove together into the most beautiful melody in his ears.

Those trillion-dollar assets that once drove countless people crazy.

Those centuries-old families that he trampled underfoot.

Compared to the girl holding up a little red flower, they become worthless.

Watching his daughter's proud little face as she received her award on stage, Chen Yuan couldn't help but take out his phone and snap away, secretly pleased: "The Huangfu family's billions in assets are not as pleasing to the eye as my daughter's little red flower."