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The following day, on the top floor of the Crown Hotel in Manhattan, New York.

This was a private charity dinner that brought together established North American tycoons, political figures, and top celebrities.

The melodious classical symphony flowed through the magnificent hall.

The air was filled with the luxurious aroma of haute couture perfumes and top-quality champagne.

Shen Wanzhou wore a minimalist black velvet evening gown, revealing a section of her long, swan-like, fair neck.

She wore no elaborate jewelry, only a simple wedding ring on her ring finger, which shimmered under the crystal chandelier.

Aloof and noble, like a snow mountain goddess who wandered onto the wrong set.

Chen Yuan followed half a step to her side.

He wore a custom-made black suit with dark patterns, his broad shoulders and narrow waist perfectly enveloping his body, which contained terrifying explosive power.

The two had just stepped into the venue.

The previously noisy conversation was interrupted by a three-second pause.

The Western celebrities holding wine glasses exchanged glances with Shen Wanzhou before quickly looking away.

An invisible, tacit understanding, tinged with a strong sense of repulsion, spread among the crowd.

The waiter led them to a long table in the far corner of the hall.

This table is near the air conditioning vent, so the lighting is dim, and even the floral arrangement on the table is smaller than the one on the main table.

An absolute vacuum zone was formed within a ten-meter radius.

Not a single foreign guest was willing to approach the table; they stood at a distance, whispering amongst themselves with a condescending, alien-looking gaze.

"Class isolation?"

Shen Wanzhou pulled out a heavy, solid wood carved dining chair and sat down naturally.

She glanced at the empty surroundings, a mocking smile curving her lips.

"These century-old families have been using the same methods for a hundred years, and they're still so unoriginal."

Chen Yuan had one hand in his suit trouser pocket.

He didn't even lift his eyelids to glance at the clowns jumping around; he just frowned slightly and felt the temperature of the air conditioner vent above his head.

"Are you cold?"

He asked in a low voice, and casually unfolded the cashmere shawl on the back of Shen Wanzhou's seat, wrapping it tightly around her thin shoulders.

"I'm a little hungry." Shen Wanzhou leaned back in her chair and looked up at him.

Chen Yuan's gaze instantly transformed into a pool of warm spring water.

"wait for me."

He turned and walked towards the buffet table, which was more than ten meters long.

At this top-tier dinner filled with intrigue and undercurrents, this trillion-dollar dark web ruler, who could sever Wall Street's lifeline with a single hand, was present.

He is currently holding a silver food tongs with great care.

She carefully picked through the cheese-baked Boston lobster on the plate, meticulously removing the chopped onions that Shen Wanzhou disliked.

Just as Chen Yuan turned to go back...

A series of disordered and arrogant footsteps approached, treading on a thick handmade carpet.

William, holding a glass of Romanée-Conti, stopped at a long table in the corner, surrounded by a group of North American tycoon scions.

He looked down at Shen Wanzhou, who was sitting there alone.

His gaze swept unabashedly across her aloof and stunningly beautiful face, filled with undisguised contempt.

"Ms. Shen, did you sleep well last night?"

William swirled the wine in his glass, the deep red liquid leaving streaks on the glass.

"I heard the Aegean Sea had quite a lot of waves last night. Hope your little yacht didn't capsize!"

Shen Wanzhou picked up the soda water in front of her and took a sip.

The bottom of the glass made a slight, muffled sound when it touched the solid wood tabletop.

She didn't look up, not even glancing at William.

William's expression darkened slightly as he was ignored.

He braced himself on the edge of the long table with one hand, leaned forward, and lowered his voice.

"I know you have some skills, and you can even hire some shady hackers."

"But remember this: in our eyes, Chinese capitalism will always just be nouveau riche who got rich by luck. You have no foundation, no rules, just like a wild dog that has broken into a pride of lions."

The group of white kids behind William burst into laughter.

"William, what kind of rules are you talking to a yellow-skinned woman about? All they know is how to exploit labor in factories."

"Exactly, they're even dreaming of taking a slice of the new energy pie. Do they really think Wall Street is a charity?"

Harsh jeers echoed from the corner.

Shen Wanzhou finally raised her eyes.

In those cold, clear eyes, there was no anger, only a kind of pity for someone with intellectual disabilities.

"Inherited heritage?"

Her voice was clear and sharp, each word like a pearl, striking William's eardrums.

"You made your fortune through short selling, and you plunder and leech off others. Is your true strength to cut off the city's power grid like rats in a sewer after your pool of hundreds of billions of dollars has been drained?"

William's eye twitched violently.

Shen Wanzhou's words were like a knife precisely piercing the ulcer that had caused him to lose three short-selling institutions the previous night.

"You're asking for it."

William dropped his hypocritical aristocratic facade.

He straightened up, adjusted his cufflinks, and his eyes turned sinister and vicious.

"If you had just obediently signed that equity transfer agreement that offered 80% of the profits, I could have let you leave New York with dignity."

"But now, I've changed my mind."

William snapped his fingers.

The group of tycoon scions behind him immediately dispersed, and two retired Blackwater bodyguards, each over two meters tall and with muscles like granite, pressed down on him like two black towers.

"Please invite Ms. Shen to the suite upstairs."

William gave orders with a cold smile.

"She can't go anywhere without my permission. Until she signs the papers."

Two burly bodyguards stepped forward with sinister smiles. One of them stretched out his thick, gloved hand and grabbed directly at Shen Wanzhou's slender shoulder.

It was extremely fast, accompanied by the sound of wind tearing through the air.

Shen Wanzhou remained seated, motionless.

He didn't even blink.

Just as that disgusting, filthy hand was less than five centimeters away from Shen Wanzhou's shoulder.

"Whoosh—"

A silver afterimage, too fast for the naked eye to catch, tore through the dim light in the corner.

"Pfft!"

The dull thud of a sharp blade piercing flesh and bone sounded somber and eerie amidst the classical symphony.

"ah!!!"

The giant bodyguard, who had been grinning menacingly just a moment ago, let out a scream like a pig being slaughtered.

His outstretched right hand was pinned firmly to the heavy solid wood table!

Blood gushed from the wound like a fountain, instantly staining the snow-white tablecloth red.

The entire room fell silent.

The conductor's hand trembled, the baton fell to the ground, and the music stopped abruptly.

William and the other tycoon sons froze, their mocking expressions frozen in place.

They stared in horror at the Eastern man who had appeared beside Shen Wanzhou at some unknown time.

Chen Yuan.

He was holding a plate of Boston lobster with the onions removed in his left hand.

With his right hand, he slowly and deliberately pulled a pure white silk handkerchief from his suit pocket.

The weapon that pierced the wrist of the two-meter-tall retired special forces soldier and nailed him into a five-centimeter-thick wooden tabletop.

It turned out to be a silver fork used for eating desserts!

No one saw how he made his move.

That was just a blunt-tipped fork!

How terrifyingly powerful and fast would it take to smash through human bones and solid wood like a steel nail?!

"You disturbed my wife's dinner."

Chen Yuan's voice was calm and undisturbed.

He carefully wiped three fingers of his right hand with a white handkerchief, even though there wasn't a single drop of blood on them.

"What...what did you do?!"

William was so startled that he took two steps back, his leather shoe landing on the instep of another bodyguard, nearly causing him to fall.

The remaining bodyguard reacted, roared, pulled a tactical folding knife from his back waist, and stabbed it viciously into the back of Chen Yuan's head.

Chen Yuan didn't even turn his head.

He gently placed the plate of lobsters in front of Shen Wanzhou.

Just as the tactical knife was an inch away from the back of his head...

Chen Yuan's right leg suddenly sprang back without warning.

A scorpion tail swing that defies the natural laws of human joints!

"Bang!"

The heel of the leather shoe struck the bodyguard's chin with perfect precision.

The sickening sound of bones cracking echoed throughout the hall.

The burly man, weighing over 200 pounds, was thrown five or six meters away from the ground like a tattered sack, without even letting out a scream.

It crashed heavily onto the champagne tower.

"Splash—"

Hundreds of crystal glasses shattered with a crash, and golden wine mixed with blood flowed all over the ground.

The entire banquet hall was plunged into extreme panic.

The socialites and ladies screamed and backed away, while the men turned pale.

Chen Yuan withdrew his leg.

He pulled out a chair and sat down next to Shen Wanzhou, his movements as elegant as if he were attending a royal afternoon tea.

He frowned in disgust as he looked at the bodyguard who was pinned to the table and screaming madly.

"Noisy."

Chen Yuan extended two fingers and pinched the handle of the silver fork that was embedded in the table.

With a slight twist of his wrist.

"Click!"

The nailed bones were forcibly crushed.

The bodyguard's eyes rolled back, and he fainted on the spot from the pain, collapsing to the ground like a limp rag.

Chen Yuan pulled out the blood-stained fork and tossed it aside.

With a "clang," it fell into an ice bucket not far away, and the icy water was instantly stained red.

He picked up a clean knife and fork from the table and carefully cut the lobster meat in the plate into bite-sized pieces.

After doing all this.

Chen Yuancai finally lifted his eyelids as if to spare a glance at William, who was trembling all over and had a deathly pale face.

"You just said that Chinese capitalism is like a wild dog that has broken into a pride of lions?"

Chen Yuan used a silver fork to pick up a piece of shrimp meat and fed it to Shen Wanzhou.

His dark eyes revealed a kind of indifference unique to those at the top of the food chain.

"I'm sorry."

"These lions need a new cage tonight."

William looked down at the pool of blood that was dripping down the edge of the tablecloth onto his expensive leather shoes.

The strong smell of blood assaulted my nostrils.

The pampered young master of a wealthy family, who had been spoiled since childhood, completely lost his composure.

His pupils contracted sharply, his reason crushed into powder by this extreme aesthetic of violence.

"Madmen...you're all madmen!"

William retreated in terror, roaring like a madman at the terrified security personnel around him.

"Close the doors! Lock the meeting room doors! Block all news from here!"