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

The dark red wine meandered along the seams of the pure white teak deck, like a glaring bloodstain.

The shards of glass from the goblet refracted a pale halo in the glaring sunlight.

Arthur's chest heaved violently.

The expensive haute couture floral shirt was soaked with cold sweat and clung tightly to his back.

He stared intently at the pool of wine, the bloodshot eyes almost swallowing his azure pupils.

"Young Master Arthur..."

The blond assistant next to him cautiously approached, wanting to offer him a handkerchief.

"roll!"

Arthur turned around abruptly and slapped his assistant across the face.

The crisp sound of the slap was particularly loud in the sea breeze. The assistant took three steps back, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, but he didn't even dare to cover his face.

Arthur stepped on the shards of glass scattered on the ground, his leather shoes making a teeth-grinding crunching sound.

He strode toward the yacht's cockpit, shoved the helmsman aside, and pulled open a hidden metal compartment beneath the control panel.

Inside is an encrypted control panel with dual authentication methods: retinal scanning and fingerprint verification.

"Shen Wanzhou".

Arthur spoke into the yacht's global loudspeaker.

The voice cracked with rage, sounding like a rusty saw cutting through a steel pipe.

"You think you've won by using a few sums of hacker funds from who-knows-where to wipe out my short-selling positions?"

The sea breeze blows across the water between the two yachts.

It stirred up white waves.

"The order of the Western world, the foundation of centuries-old wealthy families, is simply beyond the comprehension of nouveau riche like you who made your fortunes by luck!"

Arthur brought his right eye close to the retinal scanner.

A green light swept across.

"Beep—Access confirmed." A mechanical female voice sounded in the cockpit.

That was a hidden trump card of the Rothschild family branch in North America.

As deeply entrenched financial giants, they not only control finance, but also secretly control the underlying infrastructure protocols across a large area of ​​the East Coast of North America.

This includes communication base stations and urban power grids supplying tens of millions of people.

Arthur's finger hovered over the red command key.

He wanted to show this arrogant Eastern woman what true dimensional destruction was.

"Now, all civilian communication satellites in this sea area have been unilaterally cut off by me."

Arthur laughed wildly as he pressed the first button.

"Your ship is now an island in the ocean."

On the Starship.

Shen Wanzhou was looking at an offline financial report on her tablet.

The satellite signal icon in the upper right corner of the screen flashed twice and then turned completely gray, indicating "no service".

She slightly raised her beautiful eyebrows and tapped her fingertips lightly on the table twice.

There was no panic, just annoyance at being interrupted from work.

"clatter."

A small white porcelain plate was gently placed beside her hand.

Chen Yuan sat beside her.

He held a freshly washed Shine Muscat grape in his left hand and a small, pure silver fruit knife in his right.

Sunlight fell on his white shirt, giving it a soft sheen.

The silver blade lightly sliced ​​across the emerald green grape skin.

A perfect cross-shaped cut.

The blade flipped, and the fruit peel, as thin as a cicada's wing, was completely removed.

Next, the knife tip precisely probed into the fruit flesh, removing the tiny seeds and pits inside completely.

The entire movement was fluid and graceful, with an almost artistic rhythm.

"Try it, it was just air-freighted in today, the sweetness is just right."

Chen Yuan used a silver skewer to pick up the crystal-clear piece of fruit and brought it to Shen Wanzhou's lips.

Shen Wanzhou opened her mouth and bit into the fruit.

The sweet juice instantly spread throughout my mouth, suppressing the slight stickiness brought by the sea breeze.

She glanced at the tablet on the table.

"The internet's down. That rat's gnawing on the cable."

Chen Yuan took out a tissue and gently wiped away a drop of juice from the corner of her lips.

"When a mouse is desperate, it will only bite things that don't hurt or itch."

He put the fruit knife down.

"Wait for me for half a minute."

On the opposite yacht, Arthur watched as Chen Yuan was still slowly feeding him grapes, and his last shred of reason completely crumbled.

He grabbed the megaphone, his voice like that of a frenzied beast.

"Shen Wanzhou! You think it's over just because the internet is cut off?"

"I just need to press that last button. The entire East Coast of North America, from Wall Street to Boston, will instantly paralyze all traffic lights, hospital oxygen supply systems, and financial trading centers!"

"The panic of tens of millions of people, the billions in related losses—tomorrow, it will all be blamed on your Star Ventures!"

Arthur's face was distorted by the sunlight.

"I'll make you bear the blame for instigating international unrest! I'll make sure you die a horrible death!"

Chen Yuan raised his left hand.

The black steel watch, seemingly without any brand logo, reflected a cold metallic luster in the sunlight.

He used his right index finger, which was slightly stained with grape juice, to gently press three times on the knob on the side of the watch face.

"Buzz".

A very low-frequency vibration.

A halo of pale blue light appeared around the edge of the dial.

A tiny holographic virtual keyboard, only two inches in size, silently floated above the back of Chen Yuan's hand.

This is the personal terminal of "Abyss," the mastermind of the dark web.

It is directly connected to the super quantum computer on the seabed of the Pacific Ocean that is cooled by liquid nitrogen.

Chen Yuan's left hand was still resting on the armrest of the beach chair, maintaining a lazy posture.

His right index finger leaped rapidly in the dark blue holographic light and shadow.

There's absolutely no need to use your eyes to see.

Those top-level decryption codes, capable of paralyzing a country, had long been etched into his muscle memory.

Lines of green gibberish scrolled wildly like a waterfall on the specially made contact lens that only he could see.

The Rothschild family's supposedly "indestructible" underlying defense network, which had been in place for over a decade, proved as fragile as a piece of torn paper soaked in rain when confronted with Chen Yuan's code.

"three!"

Arthur began counting down on the opposite deck, his finger hovering tightly over the red lever.

He wanted to enjoy the thrill of his prey kneeling and begging for mercy at the last moment.

Chen Yuan chuckled softly.

He picked up the black tea on the table with his left hand and handed it to Shen Wanzhou.

With his right hand, he typed the last set of overwrite commands on the holographic keyboard.

"two!"

Arthur roared until his voice cracked.

The mercenaries on the black and gold yacht leveled their assault rifles, their dark muzzles aimed at the Starship.

"one!"

Arthur slammed his fist hard on the red button.

"Beep—Operation rejected. Your permissions have been revoked."

Inside the cockpit, a cold, mechanical female voice suddenly sounded.

Arthur froze in mid-air.

His fist slammed into the metal tabletop, the impact causing his knuckles to ache.

He stared intently at the console screen.

The golden sigil that originally belonged to the Rothschild family is being devoured by a dark, abyss-like code.

A blood-red Grim Reaper smiley face icon popped up on the screen.

That's the mark of the dark web's dominance.

"How is this possible... This is military-grade physical security netting!"

Arthur felt a chill run down his spine, and his blood seemed to freeze at that moment.

He frantically pounded on the screen, trying to regain control.

But all that remained on the screen was a string of mocking gibberish.

On the Starship.

Chen Yuan removed the holographic keyboard from the back of his hand.

The watch returned to its normal appearance.

He picked up the silver fruit knife again and cut open the second Sunshine Rose grape.

The movements remained gentle, and the blade remained steady without the slightest tremor.

"Have you obtained the permissions?"

Shen Wanzhou took a sip of black tea, looked at his slender fingers, and spoke with certainty.

"Um."

Chen Yuan fed her the grapes, with the seeds and pits removed.

"Old-fashioned encryption protocols are so difficult to crack that they're barely even a warm-up."

He took a clean, damp cloth and slowly wiped the blade.

Looking across the sea, I saw Arthur on the opposite side, who had fallen into complete madness and was furiously impotent on the deck.

"Since he likes power outages so much."

A cold, lifeless ruthlessness surfaced in Chen Yuan's eyes.

There was no room for pity.

He always had the habit of eradicating anyone who dared to threaten Shen Wanzhou in this way.

Chen Yuan gently tapped the watch face of his wrist with his right index finger.

The final force execution command was sent.

That was a death warrant that spanned most of the globe.

At this moment.

On the other side of the Earth, in North America.

Night had just fallen.

The neon signs on Wall Street gleam with the light of money.

On the Boston Harbor Bridge, traffic flows in a continuous stream, converging into dazzling red and white stripes of light.

Inside countless skyscrapers, elites are still frantically typing away on their keyboards, striving for wealth in the next second.

This is a city that never sleeps, built with steel and electricity.

It represents the heart of Western capitalism's most prosperous and arrogant past.

"Smack."

A crisp snapping sound that can only be heard in the digital world.

As Chen Yuan pressed the Enter key, the dazzling lights of the entire East Coast of North America went out in the same second, plunging into a deathly silence and darkness that lasted for three minutes.