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

The cold night rain mixed with the mud on the ground.

It slapped mercilessly against Morgan's face, which was covered with age spots.

This core Freemason elder was kneeling in a muddy puddle.

The bespoke suit, a symbol of power, was soaked with dirty water and hung heavily on my back.

His bloodshot eyes were fixed on the unmarked red encrypted landline in his hand.

Rough fingers gripped the fuselage tightly.

His knuckles turned a horrifying pale white from excessive force.

"The Hand of God! I'll offer a billion dollars!"

Morgan let out a dying, beast-like roar.

The sound of rain mixed in with the air conveyed a sense of madness born of desperation.

"Immediately hack into Starry Sky Venture Capital's underlying servers! I want them dead!"

"I'm going to send that Chinese man, along with the woman beside him, to hell!"

On the other end of the phone.

A piercing electronic buzzing sound rang out.

Then, a mechanically synthesized voice, processed by multiple voice changers, slowly rang out through the rain.

"One billion US dollars, paid in full upfront."

"Although the firewall of the Abyss is troublesome, we, the 'Hand of God,' have the most advanced quantum computing power matrix in North America."

"In half an hour at most, I will blow up Star Venture Capital's core data pool into a pile of electronic rubble."

beep--

The call was disconnected.

Morgan knelt on the cold mud and looked up.

Rainwater slammed down his hooked nose.

A twisted and cruel smile appeared on his old face, which was covered in mud.

He could almost see that high and mighty Chinese man kneeling and begging for mercy when the data crashed.

The century-old heritage of Western old-money families is something that no upstart Easterner can possibly shake.

at the same time.

Presidential Suite on the penthouse of the Star Hotel in Manhattan, New York.

The thick, bulletproof glass windows completely shut out the raging winds and cold rain outside.

Raindrops pattered against the glass, making a soft, muffled thud.

Inside the suite, the temperature control system was operating quietly.

A faint, calming chamomile scent wafted through the air.

Chen Yuan took off the suit jacket that was stained with the blood from the banquet.

She was wearing only a soft white cotton shirt.

Two buttons on the collar were undone.

The cuffs were neatly rolled up above the forearms, revealing strong, smooth muscle lines.

His tall and upright figure was casually sitting on the edge of the leather sofa.

On the crystal coffee table in front of me.

There was a white porcelain fruit plate on the table, still emitting wisps of cold air.

On the plate is a top-quality red king crab, freshly air-freighted from Svalbard, Norway, still carrying the scent of the aurora borealis and icy sea.

In Chen Yuan's hand, he held a small pair of pure silver crab scissors.

I didn't look at any business documents.

Those dark eyes that can overturn a country's financial system on the dark web.

He was now staring intently at the crab leg in his hand.

Click.

The silver scissors precisely cut open the hard crab shell.

Not a single tiny muscle fiber was damaged.

The snow-white, plump crab meat is crystal clear with an alluring pink hue.

He picked it out perfectly.

Shen Wanzhou curled up beside Chen Yuan.

She was wrapped in a thick, soft cashmere blanket.

A pair of delicate white feet peeked out from the edge of the blanket, their toes resting comfortably on the Persian rug.

She had just taken a shower.

Her long, black hair was casually draped over her shoulders, the ends still damp with moisture.

Those shimmering, peach-blossom eyes were fixed on the crab meat in Chen Yuan's hand.

Her bright red lips parted slightly.

A clear "gulp" came from his throat.

They were so blatantly greedy.

I lightly dipped my finger into the special sauce made with lemon juice and black truffles on the side.

The sauce dripped slowly down the snow-white crab meat.

He turned his head.

His deep black eyes were filled with an unyielding indulgence and warmth.

Open your mouth.

A deep voice echoed in the quiet suite.

Shen Wanzhou obediently moved forward and took a bite of the crab meat.

The ultimate sweetness of chilled seafood, mixed with the rich aroma of black truffle.

It explodes on the tip of your tongue.

She squinted her eyes contentedly, her cheeks puffing out from chewing.

It looks like a little Ragdoll cat with a huge stash of cat food.

Two delicate white fingers emerged from the cashmere blanket and gripped the hem of Chen Yuan's shirt tightly.

I can't bear to let go.

Chen Yuan pulled out a disinfectant wipe from the table.

He gently wiped away a drop of sauce that had accidentally gotten on the corner of her lips.

His fingertips, still slightly warm, brushed against her delicate skin.

This caused Shen Wanzhou's ears to quickly turn a deep, rich red.

Ding.

The specially made encrypted tablet placed in the corner of the crystal coffee table.

Suddenly, a crisp notification sound rang out.

The screen lit up instantly.

A video call request from across the ocean popped up.

Chen Yuan's hands didn't stop moving.

He picked up another thick crab leg with his slender left hand.

He casually swiped his right pinky across the tablet screen.

The video call was connected.

The screen is divided into two parts.

On one side is Chu Feng in the geek lab on the third basement level, and on the other side is Xiao Liu wearing black-rimmed glasses.

The red alarm lights in the laboratory were flashing wildly.

"Boss!"

Chu Feng's voice came through the speaker, tinged with a hint of annoyance at being disturbed.

"A pack of wild dogs in North America suddenly started attacking the firewall surrounding our ghost base stations."

"They called themselves the 'Hand of God' and used three large quantum computers for exhaustive computation."

"The data traffic is huge; it overwhelmed our third decoy node."

With a "snip," Chen Yuan's silver scissors cut off the second crab leg.

He didn't even glance at the screen.

"The Hand of God?"

Chen Yuan's voice was flat and calm, conveying a sense of nonchalance and indifference.

"That makeshift team cobbled together three years ago from scraps of discarded low-level code I threw away, based on bounty lists on the dark web?"

He dipped the crab meat he had removed into the sauce again.

It was steadily brought to Shen Wanzhou's lips.

Shen Wanzhou chewed on the crab meat while turning her head to the side.

Those beautiful eyes stared curiously at the frantically flashing red alert codes on the tablet screen.

Although she doesn't understand these internet technologies.

But looking at the glaring crimson on the screen, her delicate brows furrowed slightly.

"Chen Yuan, has something happened?"

Her voice was soft and sweet, with a hint of languor from having just eaten.

Her two little hands unconsciously gripped the edge of the cashmere blanket she was wearing.

"fine."

Chen Yuan put down the tools in his hand.

He took a dry towel and slowly and meticulously wiped each of his fingers clean.

He turned to the side and rested one arm on the back of the sofa.

He pulled Shen Wanzhou halfway into his broad, warm embrace.

"There were just a few rats hiding in the sewers."

Chen Yuan lowered his head and gently rested his chin on the top of the girl's fluffy hair.

The faint scent of cedar lingered in her hair.

"They thought that by picking up scrap metal that others didn't want, they could bite through a titanium alloy door."

"His mouth is covered in blood right now from hitting it."

Shen Wanzhou leaned against his hard chest.

Listen to that steady and powerful heartbeat.

The slight unease that had just arisen in my heart vanished completely in an instant.

She tilted her head back.

Looking at the man's face, which appeared particularly deep and cold under the warm light.

"Will those rats chew up our door?"

She mumbled softly, as if listening to a bedtime fairy tale.

Her fingers traced circles on Chen Yuan's shirt buttons.

Chen Yuan grasped her mischievous little hand.

Her slightly cool fingertips were enveloped in his palm.

"Won't."

The man's voice carried an absolute arrogance that seemed to trample all capital and rules underfoot.

"They can't even find the door."

On the other side of the screen.

Chu Feng watched as his eldest son not only remained unhurried but also told his wife a bedtime story.

His lips twitched uncontrollably.

This is a massive online battle involving trillions of dollars in overseas Ponzi schemes!

The boss was so calm, it was like he was watching a boring cartoon.

"Boss, they're still pouring computing power into it like crazy."

Xiao Liu pushed up his thick, black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose.

Fingers flew across the mechanical keyboard.

"It seems that those so-called old-money families have poured all their savings into these hackers."

"Should we tighten our financial defenses?"

Chen Yuan released Shen Wanzhou's hand.

He picked up the cup of warm black tea from the coffee table, held it to Shen Wanzhou's lips, and fed her a sip.

"shrink?"

A cold, emotionless frost finally appeared in Chen Yuan's dark eyes.

"When did I ever teach you to pull your hand back if you get bitten by a dog?"

He turned his head, his gaze coldly fixed on the tablet screen.

"Is the core decryption algorithm they used that mutation program based on X-9 logic?"

Xiao Liu glanced at the data stream.

He nodded immediately.

"Yes! That's the one!"

Chen Yuan scoffed coldly.

"That program was a flawed version that I wrote casually five years ago to test a spam filtering system."

"Sixteen backdoor nodes were left inside."

"Initiate the reverse devouring protocol directly."

A single, understated sentence.

This effectively sealed the fate of the billion-dollar cyberattack.

Shen Wanzhou leaned against Chen Yuan's chest.

She listened to these words that she only vaguely understood.

She felt that the man holding her was so handsome that it made her breath catch in her throat.

He doesn't need to be hysterical like those Western aristocrats.

All you need to do is sit in this cozy suite.

While peeling crab legs for her, I gave her a few simple instructions.

That would crush the century-old wealth and heritage that those conglomerates are so proud of into a pile of laughable dust.

She stretched out her arms and wrapped them tightly around Chen Yuan's strong waist.

Her cheek pressed against his warm chest muscles.

"Honey, you're amazing."

Her soft, sweet voice was filled with unwavering adoration and deep affection.

Chen Yuan lowered his head.

Cool, thin lips placed a gentle kiss on her forehead.

This is what is known as Freemasonry.

This group of self-important Western nobles.

In his eyes, from beginning to end.

It was just a cheap toy used to keep this shy kitten entertained before bedtime.

They don't even deserve to make him truly angry.

On the other end of the video call.

Upon hearing the instruction of "reverse devouring protocol".

The atmosphere in the computer room changed instantly.

The screen, which had been flashing red light wildly, turned completely black—a symbol of death—within a second.

The code's backlash was like a tsunami crashing down.

On the other end of the screen, Xiao Liu pushed up his thick-rimmed glasses and typed loudly on his keyboard: "Brother Yuan, they're just a bunch of clowns. Leave it to me to deal with them."