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

Cold rain splattered down Smith's aged face.

The dirty water mixed with mud and sand flowed into his mouth, and it tasted bitter.

He knelt on the steps of the Star Venture Capital overseas branch building, his whole body trembling violently as if he had a seizure.

That Savile Row bespoke suit, worth hundreds of thousands of US dollars, was now soaked with gutter water and clung heavily to his hunched back.

"Mr. Chen, please stop..."

Smith gripped the edge of the granite steps with both hands, his fingernails curling and oozing a shocking amount of blood.

A cold white light shone from inside the tightly closed bulletproof glass door.

Not a single person came out to look at them.

The gate shut out all warmth, leaving only the coldest despair for these Western nobles.

The blinding high beams suddenly swept across from the rain.

Three bulletproof Cadillacs with special black license plates drove over the waterlogged road and came to a stop at the bottom of the steps.

The car door opened.

A large, thick black umbrella was held up by the bodyguard.

An elderly white man, leaning on a silver lion-head cane and wearing spotless Oxford shoes, stepped into the rain.

On the hidden pocket of his chest was a badge of the All-Seeing Eye made of pure gold.

This badge represents the supreme status of a core elder of Freemasonry.

Morgan.

Morgan looked at Smith, who was kneeling in the mud and trembling, and his brows furrowed into a deep knot.

"Smith, you have completely disgraced the Old Money family."

Morgan's voice carried the arrogance of someone who had been giving orders for years, and even the way he looked at the ground was as if he were looking at a pile of stinking garbage.

Smith suddenly looked up, his cloudy eyes flashing with a desperate fervor as he grasped at a straw.

"Elder Morgan! Help me! Star Ventures has completely wiped out my Ponzi scheme!"

He crawled a few steps through the mud, trying to grab Morgan's trouser leg.

The bodyguard kicked Smith in the shoulder, knocking him back into the puddle.

Morgan ignored the stray dog.

He raised his head, gazing up at the towering Star Tower that pierced the clouds, a chilling murderous intent flashing in his eyes.

"Chinese people will never understand what real rules are."

He took a satellite phone with an anti-eavesdropping encryption module from his assistant.

His fingers tapped on the keys, dialing the top-secret number he had just obtained from the high-level intelligence agency.

At the same time.

The CEO's office is located on the top floor of the Starry Sky Building.

The constant temperature system keeps the indoor temperature at the most comfortable 26 degrees Celsius.

A faint chamomile scent filled the air, completely shutting out the raging wind and rain outside the window.

Shen Wanzhou was wearing a beige cashmere shawl.

She curled up in the large leather sofa, holding a small bowl of freshly stewed rock sugar snow fungus in her hands.

The white porcelain spoon touched the rim of the bowl, making a crisp, clinking sound.

Chen Yuan sat beside her.

He held a warm, damp cloth in his hand and gently wiped away a drop of sugar water that had accidentally gotten on the girl's fingertip.

The custom-made cell phone on the black walnut wood desk suddenly vibrated.

The high-frequency rotation of the motor emitted a dull hum in the quiet office.

Chen Yuan didn't even lift his eyelids.

He carefully wiped each of Shen Wanzhou's fingers clean and threw the used wet wipe into the smart trash can.

Only then did he slowly stand up, pick up his phone, and press the speakerphone button.

"Chen Yuan".

Morgan's heavily accented English came through the loudspeaker.

His voice carried a condescending and condescending tone.

"I am Morgan, a senior Freemason."

"The commotion you caused in New York today has crossed the line."

Shen Wanzhou stopped drinking her soup.

She turned her head, her shimmering, peach-blossom eyes looking at the phone on the table.

Long eyelashes cast an uneasy shadow over the eye sockets.

Chen Yuan stretched out his large, well-defined hand, placed it on her slender back, and patted it gently twice.

"Keep eating, it's getting cold."

His deep voice was like a calming pill, instantly soothing the turmoil in the girl's eyes.

After comforting Shen Wanzhou, Chen Yuan finally turned his attention to the flashing call screen.

"Crossing the line?"

Chen Yuan's voice was flat and without any inflection.

It's like listening to meaningless street noise.

Morgan snorted coldly on the other end of the phone.

"Do you think you can run rampant in the heart of Western capital just because you have a few sums of money from dubious hacking?"

"We Freemasons have controlled the global financial order for over three hundred years."

"The wealth and resources accumulated by our family are a ceiling that you, a nouveau riche in China, can never reach in several lifetimes."

Morgan gripped his silver cane tightly, his tone turning icy.

"Stop your foolish short-selling now."

"Hand over the exclusive overseas distribution rights for the Starry Sky chips."

"The Freemasons can be merciful and leave you a place on Wall Street."

"Otherwise, before sunrise tomorrow, all of Star Venture Capital's overseas assets will be completely and physically frozen!"

These words carry the arrogance of capital accumulated over centuries.

In the past, any country's richest man would have been terrified upon hearing such a threat.

But Chen Yuan listened without pausing for a moment.

He picked up the tablet computer on the table and casually swiped his long fingers across the screen a couple of times.

"Inherited heritage?"

Chen Yuan's tone revealed a cold-blooded cruelty that seemed to take away life.

"The heritage you're so proud of is, in my eyes, not even worth as much as my wife's allowance for buying snacks."

Morgan on the other end of the phone was stunned.

He hadn't yet grasped the meaning of those words.

Chen Yuan had already accessed a completely black command backend.

"Wang Kai".

"Brother Yuan, I'm here!" The fat man's excited, trembling voice immediately came through the earphone.

"Under the Freemasonry, there are Atlantic Union Bank and the European Reserve Bank."

Chen Yuan's fingertips tapped on the screen, producing a crisp clicking sound.

"Remove $100 billion in current working capital."

"Within half an hour, the underlying assets of these two banks were smashed."

"I want to turn their stocks into worthless pieces of paper used as table legs."

A single, understated sentence.

It's as casual as buying two pounds of potatoes at the market.

Morgan's face instantly turned ashen on the other end of the phone.

"Are you crazy?! Shorting two century-old banks with a hundred billion dollars?!"

Morgan's voice suddenly split, sounding like a screaming chicken being choked.

"Even if you mortgage Star Ventures, you still can't raise that much liquid cash!"

Chen Yuan was too lazy to explain.

Press the red execute button with your thumb.

"beep."

The call was unilaterally cut off.

Morgan stood at the bottom of the steps in the pouring rain, listening to the busy tone coming from his phone.

The cold rain soaked his All-Seeing Eye badge.

With trembling hands, he dialed the family intelligence office.

"Investigate! Investigate Atlantic Union Bank's betting odds immediately!"

On the other side of the ocean, inside the skyscrapers of Wall Street.

The top traders, who had been chatting casually over coffee, suddenly stared intently at the screens in front of them.

A piercing red alarm blared loudly in the trading hall.

"My God! Where did this money come from?!"

A white trader spilled his coffee.

The scalding liquid splashed onto his crotch, but he seemed oblivious to the heat, frantically typing away on the keyboard.

On the screen are the stocks of two century-old banks that represent the core of Freemasonry.

A huge, vertically downward green beam of light appeared.

There was no warning whatsoever.

There was no buffer.

The hundreds of billions of dollars in short positions are like a Himalayan snow mountain collapsing with a roar.

With terrifying, devastating force, it crashed straight into the buying pool.

"Support the market! Mobilize all reserve funds to support the market!"

The head of the organization was tearing at his tie and roaring wildly, spitting all over the screen.

But the billions of dollars invested in stabilizing the market didn't even amount to anything.

It was instantly and completely swallowed up by that mysterious prehistoric behemoth.

three minutes.

An assistant rushed out of the bulletproof Cadillac without even opening an umbrella, carrying a military-grade laptop.

My foot slipped in a puddle, and I fell heavily onto the steps outside the Starry Sky Building.

"Elder! It's over! It's all over!"

Ignoring his scraped and bleeding knees, the assistant scrambled to hold the screen up to Morgan.

"An untraceable overseas fund, with leverage of hundreds of times for short selling, has directly poured into our funding pool!"

"The share prices of the two banks have plummeted, triggering four circuit breakers!"

on the screen.

That green candlestick represents the lifeline of the century-old Qian family.

It's like a waterfall cascading from the heavens, crashing straight down into the abyss at the very bottom of the screen.

There was not a single setback or fluctuation.

This is not a financial game at all.

This is a one-sided and unreasonable massacre!

Morgan felt as if the bones in his legs had been instantly emptied.

"thump."

This high-ranking Freemason elder knelt directly on the muddy stone road.

The silver lion-head cane in his hand rolled into the edge of the sewer.

A puddle of dirty water was splashed up.

"How is that possible... how could he have so much cash..."

Morgan was panting heavily, his chest emitting a roar like a broken bellows.

The muscles on his old face twitched uncontrollably.

His century-old heritage is something he is very proud of.

Faced with the "pocket money" that the Chinese man casually tossed out.

It was as fragile as a piece of toilet paper soaked in rainwater.

The executives from the conglomerates who had come with him were all pale-faced.

Some slumped against the car door, while others clutched their chests and retched violently.

They finally understood.

Why is Smith kneeling here trembling?

Because in front of the man who controls Star Venture Capital, they don't even have the right to be cannon fodder.

The top floor of the Starry Sky Building.

Shen Wanzhou swallowed the last bite of rock sugar and snow fungus.

The white porcelain bowl was placed on the coffee table with a soft thud.

She turned her head and looked at the man beside her.

Those peach blossom eyes held a hint of coquettishness, as if deliberately picking a fight.

"You've spent all your allowance, what am I supposed to buy a dress for tomorrow?"

Her voice was soft and sweet, and her fingertips gently traced circles on the buttons of Chen Yuan's black shirt.

Chen Yuan stretched out his long arm.

He pulled her into his arms, his arm around her slender waist.

"We smashed up two dilapidated banks, so we can buy up several shopping streets they own in Paris at rock-bottom prices."

He lowered his head, his warm lips brushing against her smooth forehead.

It carried a hint of chilling indulgence.

"Tomorrow the whole street is yours, buy whatever you want."

A faint blush rose to Shen Wanzhou's cheeks.

She buried her head in his soap-scented chest, her hands gripping the lapel of his shirt tightly.

The cold rain in New York is still raging.

Morgan knelt in the mud, looking at the bank's financial statements, which had been reduced to zero.

The fear in his eyes was gradually replaced by a desperate, frenzied madness.

They suffered a crushing defeat in the face of overt capital attacks.

With trembling, mud-covered hands, he pulled another unmarked red satellite phone from the pocket of his inner underwear.

His fingers trembled as he pressed a complex, thirty-digit encrypted number.

The beep sounded three times.

The call was answered, and a emotionless, synthesized electronic voice came from the other end.

The Freemason elder, kneeling in the mud, his eyes bloodshot, roared at the encrypted desktop computer: "Hand of God! I'll give you a billion dollars to hack into Star Ventures' underlying servers immediately! I want them dead!"