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The mournful howls echoed throughout the luxurious lobby of the cruise ship on the high seas.

Accompanied by the ear-piercing roar of the cutting machine, the shattered jade powder resembled a green snowfall.

Spreading eloquently under the spotlight.

Chen Yuan didn't spare a single glance for those heartbroken tycoons.

He wrapped one arm around Shen Wanzhou's slender waist, which was so small it could be encircled by one hand.

Surrounded by a group of bodyguards, he left this hellish place filled with the stench of money with steady steps.

Time is like the tides on this deep blue sea.

Several months passed silently on the calendar.

Jianghai City, Xingchen Venture Capital Building, third basement level.

Geek Core Lab.

This is the highest-level digital fortress in the entire country of China, and even in the world.

There are no windows, and the walls are entirely made of lead blocks and explosion-proof steel plates that are half a meter thick.

The cool white shadowless lamps illuminated the 2,000-square-meter space as bright as day.

The air was filled with the faint smell of ozone emitted by the high-density servers.

In front of the central circular control console.

Xiao Liu, wearing his ever-changing blue and white school uniform, typed out afterimages on the keyboard.

The crisp clanging of the mechanical shafts blended into a dense downpour.

"Boss, the last set of molecular sequences has been stripped."

Xiao Liu's voice had the hoarseness typical of a teenager going through puberty.

There was also an irrepressible, almost miraculous fervor.

He ripped off his thick-rimmed glasses and hastily wiped the sweat from his forehead.

His eyes were fixed on the constantly rotating 3D molecular structure diagram on the main screen.

Chen Yuan stood behind him.

He was wearing a perfectly tailored, pure black casual shirt, with the sleeves casually rolled up to his forearms.

Large, well-defined hands rested on the metal edge of the control panel.

His deep black eyes reflected the complex chemical equations on the screen.

"Clinical data comparison results".

Chen Yuan's voice was deep and steady, without the slightest ripple.

"The Phase III double-blind clinical data from Huaguo Southern Medical Center shows a cure rate of..."

Xiao Liu swallowed a mouthful of dry saliva.

"Ninety-nine point eight percent!"

"This new type of targeted molecular drug can accurately identify and kill all malignant tumor cells in the body."

"The most frightening thing is that it completely bypasses the traditional chemotherapy damage mechanism, and has almost zero toxic side effects on normal cells."

Xiao Liu's excited voice echoed in the empty laboratory.

This is no longer a simple medical breakthrough.

This is a nuclear-level weapon capable of revolutionizing the entire course of human life sciences!

This technology is what Chen Yuan has been working on for the past six months.

Utilizing the terrifying computing power of "ghost base stations" on the dark web.

It forcibly integrated the underlying fragments of dozens of top medical databases worldwide.

Then, through the hundreds of billions of yuan invested in research and development by Xingchen Venture Capital.

A key that was snatched back from the clutches of death.

And this key is now in the hands of Star Venture Capital.

But behind this technology that could benefit all of humanity.

Yet, a dark current, powerful enough to devour everything, was surging within it.

Across the ocean.

North America, Manhattan's financial district.

In a dimly lit, top-class private conference room with medieval oil paintings on the walls.

The CEOs of three pharmaceutical giants who control 80 percent of the global anti-cancer drug market.

They were sitting around a huge mahogany round table.

The air was filled with the strong aroma of Cuban cigars and the rich fragrance of Scotch whisky.

"That nouveau riche from China called Xingchen Venture Capital is practically courting death."

An elderly white man with blond hair, blue eyes, and a hooked nose slammed a piece of encrypted intelligence onto the table.

"The new drug they developed, once it hits the market..."

"Our hundreds of expensive targeted drugs and chemotherapy equipment will instantly become a pile of unwanted junk!"

"They'll devour our hundreds of billions of dollars in profits every year, leaving us with absolutely nothing!"

Another portly pharmaceutical oligarch took a deep drag on his cigar.

He exhaled thick white smoke rings.

"Notify global medical device and raw material suppliers."

"Effective immediately, we will completely cut off the supply chain to Xingchen Venture Capital and all public hospitals in China."

"Without our patented equipment and purified raw materials, I'd like to see how they manage to turn that pile of molecular formulas into mass-produced pills!"

"I want their new drug to rot in the lab forever!"

In their eyes, medicine has never been a tool for treating illnesses and saving lives.

Instead, it is a golden sickle used to fleece the common people and squeeze the last drop of blood from them.

As long as they monopolize the upstream.

Even if the other party has a miraculous medicine in their hands, they still have to obediently bow down to them.

This is a joint, strangulation blockade order.

Like an invisible net, it quickly spread across the international pharmaceutical market.

The news reached back to China.

Jianghai City.

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

Wang Kai rushed in, sweating profusely, carrying a report stamped with an urgent red seal.

"Brother Yuan, something terrible has happened!"

The fat man's voice was clearly filled with panic.

"Those pharmaceutical giants in North America have joined forces to cut off our supply chain of high-purity synthetic enzymes."

"They also spread rumors that if we dare to bring the new drug to market..."

"They will then use international patent barriers to launch a comprehensive short-selling blockade against us in all overseas markets!"

Wang Kai paced back and forth anxiously on the large Persian carpet.

"We've been strangled!"

Chen Yuan leaned back in the large leather boss's chair.

Her long, slender legs were casually crossed.

His deep eyes calmly gazed at the rolling clouds outside the window.

There was not the slightest panic about impending disaster.

He even had the leisure to pick up the cup of goji berry tea that was at just the right temperature, brewed by Shen Wanzhou herself.

He took a slow, deliberate sip.

"You're going to pinch my carotid artery?"

Chen Yuan put down his teacup, the porcelain bottom tapping against the glass tabletop with a light, crisp sound.

"They don't deserve it."

He stood up and walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window.

One hand was in his trouser pocket.

"Since they want to play the monopoly game, then I'll flip their table along with it."

Chen Yuan turned his head, his cold gaze falling on Wang Kai.

"Notify the legal department and public relations department."

"A global online press conference will be held in one hour."

"I want the core synthesis formula for the new drug, as well as the complete set of physical purification algorithms."

"Free of charge."

Chen Yuan enunciated clearly, leaving no room for ambiguity.

"Free access to all top-tier public hospitals and national pharmaceutical factories within China."

"Zero-profit licensing".

As soon as those words were spoken...

Wang Kai's 200-pound body suddenly stiffened.

The document in my hand fell onto the carpet with a "thud".

His eyes widened, and his mouth opened so wide it could fit a light bulb.

"Brother Yuan... that's something we developed with hundreds of billions of dollars!"

"Disclosing it at zero profit? What's the point of us then?!"

In the capitalist's logic, this behavior is even more insane than throwing money into the sea and listening to the splash.

Chen Yuan ignored the fat man's shock.

He walked to the desk and placed his large, well-defined hand on the cold surface.

"I, Chen Yuan, never do business for money."

"I just want these vampires to know."

"It's not their place to set the rules on Chinese territory."

An hour later.

A press conference that was not hyped up beforehand, yet instantly took over the homepages of major media outlets around the world through Star Ventures' vast network.

It caused a sensation online.

Chen Yuan did not show up.

There was only one authorization agreement stamped with the bright red official seal of Xingchen Venture Capital.

It also includes a core molecular map and synthetic pathway that is hundreds of pages long and has no mosaic masking.

It is clearly displayed to billions of netizens around the world.

The entire internet is buzzing.

"Holy crap! Star Capital is practically a saint!"

"Donating a globally dominant anti-cancer drug formula to the country for free?!"

"This is a true national enterprise! Those pharmaceutical oligarchs who make money through shady means can go to hell!"

Meanwhile, on the other side of the ocean in Manhattan.

In that dimly lit, high-class conference room.

The air seemed to have been sucked out instantly.

The three pharmaceutical oligarchs, who had been so arrogant just moments before, were now deathly pale.

The cigar in his hand fell onto his trouser leg and burned through his expensive suit.

They stared intently at the giant screen on the wall.

Looking at Star Ventures' public statement, which was like a nuclear bomb.

And their respective companies' stock charts, which are plummeting at freefall speed.

It’s over.

It's all over.

When this technology was completely open source, it was taken over by the entire massive industrial system of China.

Those expensive patents and chemotherapy equipment they possess will be gone after today.

It will become less than a roll of toilet paper.

The CEO of a Western pharmaceutical giant, staring at the plummeting financial report, slumped into his chair in despair: "He's overturning the entire world's medical rules; he's taking away our livelihoods!"