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

His withered, claw-like hand pressed down hard on the red metal lever.

The dull thud of mechanical gears meshing echoed through the empty underground air-raid shelter.

Old Philip was breathing heavily.

His chest felt like a broken bellows, making a whooshing sound.

A twisted and cruel arc appeared on that face covered with age spots.

"Cut off!"

He screamed hysterically, spitting onto the reinforced glass in front of him.

"Shut down the power grids at all of Star Ventures' factories in Berlin and Frankfurt!"

The technical supervisor next to him was sweating profusely.

His fingers flew across the keyboard, sending out the highest-level physical power-off command.

The red signal wave travels along the submarine fiber optic cable.

Like a pack of bloodthirsty wolves, they pounced straight on the energy lifeline of Xingchen's overseas industries.

Old Philip picked up the whiskey on the table, the veins on the back of his hand bulging.

He stared at the big screen.

In this Western world built on capital.

Whoever controls the basic energy sources like water, electricity, and coal is the true god.

No matter how much that Chinese man surnamed Chen manipulates the financial markets.

Once the power cord is unplugged.

His vast business empire was nothing but a pile of unusable scrap metal.

Our vision spans half the globe.

Jianghai City, Yunding Manor.

The warm breeze of early summer drifted through the half-open French windows, fluttering the pure white gauze curtains.

In the open kitchen on the first floor.

Chen Yuan had a faded black cotton apron tied around his waist.

He stood in front of the marble countertop, holding a long-handled wooden spoon in his hand.

The purple clay pot rests on a dark blue gas flame.

The pot is simmering with an old hen and thick, rich deep-sea fish maw.

The rich aroma of meat blends with the sweetness of Codonopsis pilosula.

It filled every corner of the kitchen with its domineering presence.

The left side of the kitchen counter.

A black, specially made military-grade tablet computer lay flat on the floor.

On the screen, a glaring red alert pop-up was flashing wildly.

Through the earphones, I heard Xiao Liu's voice, distorted by anxiety.

"Boss! Those old guys in Europe are playing dirty tricks! They've activated the physical isolation protocol!"

"The external power grid interfaces of Xingchen's seventeen overseas contract manufacturers are being forcibly disconnected!"

"Within three minutes at most, the factory's production line will come to a complete halt!"

Chen Yuan didn't even lift his eyelids.

He held a wooden spoon in his right hand and slowly stirred the clay pot clockwise.

Carefully skim off the strand of golden grease that rises to the surface.

"What's the panic?"

Chen Yuan's voice was deep and steady, conveying a nonchalant attitude that suggested he was indifferent to everything.

"Did they think they could turn off my light by simply cutting an electrical cord?"

Restaurant direction.

Shen Wanzhou was wearing a beige silk loungewear.

Bare little white feet stepping on the thick cashmere carpet.

She was holding the crumpled Pikachu pillow in her arms.

The tip of his nose twitched slightly twice.

Those shimmering, peach-blossom eyes stared straight through the glass door.

He stared intently at the steaming clay pot in the kitchen.

She swallowed a mouthful of sweet saliva, making a soft "gulp" sound in her throat.

My toes were curled up awkwardly on the carpet.

I wanted to go in and urge him to finish his meal, but I was afraid of disturbing him while he was on the phone.

They could only stand outside the door, like a little kitten waiting to be fed.

Chen Yuan caught a glimpse of the petite figure peeking out from outside the door.

His cold, hard lips involuntarily curled up slightly.

He put down the wooden spoon.

The left hand reached out.

A slender index finger taps the cool-colored screen of the tablet.

"Send over their underlying power grid protocol channel."

Chen Yuan gave instructions into the microphone.

"Boss, that's the European Energy Agency's top-level internal network!"

The sound of Xiao Liu typing on the keyboard was loud and clear, filled with obvious despair.

"They're using military-grade check valves; it's impossible to get in from the outside!"

"A one-way valve is also code written by humans."

Chen Yuan's fingertips slid rapidly across the screen.

He didn't even use his hands.

With just his left hand, he typed out a string of complex gibberish that stretched for hundreds of lines.

That was the highest-level backdoor key to the dark web's "Abyss".

He was bored back then.

A hidden vulnerability was accidentally left behind while writing a patch for the Global Energy Network firewall.

"Since they don't want to provide proper power."

A chilling killing intent flashed in Chen Yuan's eyes.

"From then on, I was in charge of their country's power switches."

The finger bones are slightly bent.

Chen Yuan slammed down the virtual Enter key on the screen.

The green data stream is like a sharp scalpel.

It directly cut through the seemingly indestructible ironclad structure of the European energy grid.

In the basement across the ocean.

Old Philip hadn't even had a chance to put the whiskey in his mouth yet.

"Bang!"

The three giant screens on the main control panel all went black at once.

Followed by.

A scarlet Grim Reaper smiley face icon slowly appeared in the center of the screen.

A blood-dripping scythe spans the entire screen.

"What's going on! The power grid node has become unresponsive!"

The tech lead frantically pounded his fingers on the keyboard, his shirt soaked with cold sweat.

"Sir! Our supreme command has been forcibly taken away!"

Old Philip threw down his glass and rushed to the control panel.

The glass shattered into hundreds of pieces on the floor tiles.

"Deprivation? This is a physically closed internal network!"

He roared, his face ashen, "Did he climb in through the internet cable?!"

The technical lead looked ashen as he pointed at the green code flashing on the screen.

His Adam's apple bobbed up and down with difficulty.

"He not only intercepted our power-off command..."

"He even followed the trail and cut off the power supply to all our conglomerate's private mines and core headquarters!"

The voice just fell.

The lights in the entire basement went out with a "snap".

Even the backup diesel generator couldn't be started.

Absolute darkness descended.

Only the smiling face of Death on the screen emitted a faint red glow.

The light shone on old Philip's deeply lined, pale face.

His legs went weak.

I slid down onto the cold floor tiles, following the edge of the metal control panel.

Those cloudy eyes were filled with a ghostly fear.

They've angered a monster with immense power and influence in the digital world.

Their century-old heritage is a source of great pride.

In front of this Eastern man, she was less than a piece of waste paper.

Inside the kitchen of Genting Manor.

three minutes.

From the moment Philippe Sr. pressed the power-off lever, to the fact that the lifeline of the entire European energy conglomerate was reversed and strangled.

Only 180 seconds had passed.

Chen Yuan looked away from the tablet screen.

He picked up the wooden spoon again with his right hand.

He pinched a small pinch of sea salt from the white porcelain spice jar next to him.

Sprinkle evenly into the boiling chicken soup.

The movements were fluid and graceful, without a trace of the bloodshed of transnational business warfare.

The glass sliding door to the kitchen was gently pushed open.

Shen Wanzhou finally couldn't suppress her craving.

She slowly walked up behind Chen Yuan, wearing fluffy slippers.

Two fair and delicate arms stretched out.

She naturally wrapped her arms around his lean waist.

Her cheek pressed against his broad back, she greedily inhaled the clean, cool scent of soap.

"It smells so good! Can we eat it now?"

Her voice was soft and sweet, with a hint of coquetry.

Chen Yuan's back stiffened slightly.

Then I completely relaxed.

He turned off the flame on the gas stove.

He turned around and his large hand naturally wrapped around her slender waist.

Are you hungry?

He lowered his head.

His cool, thin lips brushed against her forehead, leaving a warm kiss.

"Almost done, go get the bowl."

Shen Wanzhou nodded obediently.

He let go of his hand and reached for the small white porcelain bowl on the shelf next to him.

She glanced at the tablet computer on the cutting board, its screen still flashing with code.

Are you busy working? Am I bothering you?

She bit her lower lip, a hint of annoyance flashing in her eyes.

"no."

Chen Yuan placed the tablet screen on the kitchen counter with one hand.

The soup pot was bubbling and boiling. Chen Yuan coldly turned off the tablet's communication: "The bankruptcy declaration documents can be sent to them now."