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Wood chips exploded in mid-air with a piercing cracking sound.

A sturdy, century-old round table made of Phoebe zhennan wood was cleaved in two from the very center, scattering into countless sharp fragments that flew in all directions.

The wood chips sank into the thick Persian carpet with a dull thud.

The giant 19th-century crystal chandelier on the dome of the hall was affected by the violent shockwave, emitting a metallic rattling sound that made your teeth ache.

The light and shadows on the wall swayed violently, distorting the shadows of everyone present.

The glass of whiskey in Smith's hand, which he hadn't even set down properly, was smashed to pieces by the flying pieces of wood.

Glass shards mixed with amber-colored liquor splattered on his arrogant old face.

A few drops of wine slid down his high, aquiline nose and dripped onto the collar of his pure white bespoke shirt, leaving a glaring yellowish-brown stain.

"You damned barbarian!"

Smith suddenly sprang up from his high-backed chair.

His face, covered in age spots, turned a deep liver color, and the veins on his neck throbbed.

His hands braced against the edge of the broken half of the table, his knuckles turning bluish-white from the force.

"Security! Take him down! Shoot him dead on the spot!"

As he roared in a distorted tone, dozens of armed guards wearing black tactical vests instantly emerged from the shadows around the hall.

The dark muzzles of guns were all pointed at Chen Yuan, who stood in the middle of the ruins.

The air in the hall seemed to have been sucked out instantly, leaving a stuffy, suffocating atmosphere.

The heads of several Western financial tycoons nearby also came to their senses, their eyes burning with rage.

"These uncouth Chinese! This is a declaration of war against our entire North American old-money family!"

A portly energy oligarch pointed at Chen Yuan's nose, spitting everywhere.

"Block him! Cut off all of Star Venture Capital's overseas funding channels!"

"The moment the stock market opens tomorrow, I'm going to turn Star Ventures' stock price into a pile of worthless paper! I'll make them beg on their knees on Wall Street!"

Shouts and threats mingled together in the opulent banquet hall.

These people who usually acted like noblemen were now like vicious dogs whose tails had been stepped on, revealing their most primal and ferocious fangs.

Faced with dozens of loaded guns and overwhelming threats of censorship.

Chen Yuan did not retreat an inch.

He stood there, slowly brushing away a speck of wood shavings stuck to the hem of his black trench coat with one hand.

His deep black eyes swept calmly over the dark gun barrels.

His eyes were completely expressionless, as if he were looking at a row of harmless fire sticks.

Shen Wanzhou stood beside him, her clear, cold peach blossom eyes showing no fear whatsoever.

She slightly raised her hand, her fair fingertips gently smoothing the collar of Chen Yuan's trench coat.

His movements were natural, exuding an absolute sense of relaxation as if he didn't consider everyone present as living beings.

"Declare war?"

Chen Yuan's thin lips parted slightly, and his deep, cold voice echoed through the noisy hall.

The volume wasn't loud, but it precisely pierced everyone's eardrums.

He took out a custom-made, pure black cell phone from the inside pocket of his suit.

My finger swiped across the screen twice.

"You don't deserve it."

As soon as he finished speaking, the giant floor-to-ceiling projection screen at the front of the hall suddenly emitted a slight electrical hum.

The slideshow of Western classical oil paintings that was playing suddenly went black.

Immediately afterwards, rows of glaring red data streams cascaded down the screen like a waterfall.

Smith's eyelids twitched suddenly, and an ominous premonition rushed up his tailbone to the back of his head.

"Cut off the funding channels?"

Chen Yuan raised his head, his gaze like a sharp, icy blade piercing straight into the eyes of the energy tycoon.

"The acquisition of a 67% controlling stake in North America's third-largest energy settlement center was completed half an hour ago."

He pointed to an English merger and acquisition agreement that popped up on the screen, bearing a red electronic seal.

"The controlling shareholder, codenamed Abyss on the dark web."

The fat on the energy oligarch's face twitched violently.

He stared intently at the signature on the agreement, his legs went weak, and he knocked over the chair behind him.

"This...this is impossible!"

He made a hissing sound like a bellows breaking in his throat and shook his head desperately.

"That clearing center has thirteen joint trusts with cross-shareholdings. What makes you think you can get absolute control?"

Chen Yuan didn't bother answering such a stupid question.

My finger tapped the screen again.

The screen then switched to a global port logistics route map.

Countless red crosses are flashing frantically at key nodes on the roadmap.

"Mr. Smith, your proud maritime blockade."

Chen Yuan looked at Smith, whose face was beginning to turn pale.

"Eight deep-water ports from the Atlantic to the Pacific Ocean, all within the last five minutes of our conversation."

"I have bought out all of the port authority's debts, and the underlying logic code of the port control system has been replaced."

"All of your ocean-going freighters can't even unload a single lifebuoy right now."

Smith's breathing stopped for a moment.

He felt as if an invisible iron hand was squeezing his heart tightly, and the pain made him bend over.

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

He gripped the edge of the broken table with both hands, his voice trembling uncontrollably.

"I don't believe you! You're bluffing! This is fabricated data!"

He yelled as he frantically reached into his suit pocket for the satellite phone.

My fingers were trembling so much that I entered the wrong password three times.

The other tycoon heads in the hall were also thrown into a panic.

They all pulled out their phones, wanting to contact their respective company's CFO to verify the situation.

Right at this moment.

Suddenly, a chilling symphony filled the hall.

Dozens of satellite phones and private encrypted cell phones simultaneously erupted with a piercing ringtone.

The sounds of bells mingled together, like a death knell.

Smith's hand trembled as he pressed the answer button.

On the other end of the phone, his usually composed CEO was immediately met with a heart-wrenching scream.

"Chairman! Something's happened! The sky has fallen!"

The high-decibel roar leaked through the receiver, and even Shen Wanzhou, who was standing next to him, could hear it clearly.

"Our twelve secret money pools in the Cayman Islands and Swiss banks have all been locked up by the International Anti-Money Laundering Center!"

"A massive, untraceable dark web fund, carrying all our irrefutable evidence of tax evasion, has directly breached our financial foundation!"

"The bank is demanding that we replenish $30 billion in margin within one hour, or we will immediately enter bankruptcy liquidation proceedings!"

clack.

The satellite phone slipped from Smith's fingers.

It crashed to the floor, and the screen shattered into a spiderweb pattern.

His gray-blue eyes had lost all their luster, leaving only a desolate, lifeless emptiness.

The sounds of phones falling and chairs overturning echoed continuously from all around.

The energy oligarch who had just threatened to turn Star Ventures into worthless paper was now clutching his chest.

He was panting heavily, like a dead fish that had been thrown onto the shore and left to bask in the sun.

"My mines...my overseas smelters...all shut down..."

He lay slumped on the ground, his eyes vacant, repeating the same sentence nervously.

The entire banquet hall.

In front of this seemingly ordinary Eastern man, it completely turned into a one-sided execution ground.

There was no gunpowder smoke, no bullets.

Only the green codes flashing on the screen, like a meat grinder, shredded the heritage of these centuries-old families into countless fragments.

The security personnel, who were holding guns, looked at each other in bewilderment.

His hand gripping the gun was trembling, and the muzzle unconsciously tilted towards the ground.

The boss is bankrupt, who will pay their salaries? Who would dare to shoot at this demon who can buy half the earth?

Chen Yuan put his phone back into his trench coat pocket.

His cold gaze swept over the group of Western nobles who were slumped on the ground.

"Aren't you trying to teach me reverence?"

He strode over the broken pieces of wood on the ground and walked up to Smith.

Looking down at the old man who seemed to have aged ten years in an instant.

"Now, I'll teach you this lesson for free."

Chen Yuan's voice was completely flat, exuding an all-encompassing indifference.

"My rule is the only rule in this world."

Smith's lips trembled as he looked up at Chen Yuan.

His old face was covered in cold sweat, and he couldn't even utter a word of begging for mercy.

He finally realized that he had not offended any nouveau riche of Chinese capitalism at all.

Instead, he was a dark web tyrant who had long held the lives of all of them firmly in his grasp.

Chen Yuan looked away.

Looking at this bunch of trash even once more feels like a waste of time.

He turned around and walked towards Shen Wanzhou, who had been standing quietly in place.

The layer of icy coldness in his eyes melted away completely the moment they met her gaze.

"The air is so dirty, it's giving me a headache."

Chen Yuan extended his warm, large hand and naturally took her soft, white hand in his.

Their fingers were intertwined.

"Let's go, I'll take you to get something clean to eat."

Shen Wanzhou let him lead her.

A faint smile flashed in her peach blossom eyes, and she nodded obediently.

The two walked side by side toward the exit of the hall.

Wherever they went, the security personnel retreated as if avoiding a plague, making way for a wide passage.

No one dared to stop them.

No one dared to utter another discordant sound.

Chen Yuan pushed open the heavy, carved door with one hand.

The cold light in the corridor shone on their intertwined backs, casting two long, dark shadows.

in the hall.

All that remained was a pile of shattered century-old mahogany and a group of so-called nobles whose souls had been completely drained.

A few hours later.

A torrential downpour began in the New York night sky.

The icy rain washed over the skyscrapers of Manhattan, carrying a chilling cold.

In front of the overseas branch building of Xingchen Venture Capital.

Rainwater gathered and flowed on the towering steps.

Dozens of elderly Western men with gray hair, dressed in expensive bespoke suits.

They were kneeling neatly on the hard, cold stone steps.

The rain soaked their clothes, and they were shivering with cold, their teeth chattering wildly.

These were the nobles who, just hours before, had been high and mighty in the banquet hall.

At this moment, they didn't even dare to open an umbrella, letting the mud and water splash onto their faces, which once represented dignity.

Smith knelt at the front, his hands gripping the edge of the steps tightly, his fingernails filled with dirt and sand.

He raised his tear-streaked, terrified face and wailed at the closed door, "Mr. Chen, please stop! If you'll give us a way out, we're willing to hand over all our shares!"