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

"ah--!"

The agonizing screams, like those of a pig being slaughtered, echoed between the concrete pillars of the underground parking garage.

The scarred man's wrist bone was crushed into a pile of fragments.

The flesh was torn open, and the white bone fragments pierced the skin.

Yellowish-green pus mixed with fresh blood flowed down the epoxy resin floor, emitting a pungent, fishy stench.

"I'll talk... I'll talk!"

The scarred man convulsed in pain, his eyes bulging out and covered with terrifying red blood vessels.

"It's old Philippe! A remnant of the European energy tycoons!"

"They spent twenty million dollars on an underground bounty to have us blow up that car!"

Chen Yuan paused slightly on the ground.

The leather shoes were removed from that mass of rotten flesh.

The custom-made genuine leather soles were spotless, without a single drop of dirty blood.

He lowered his eyelids and looked at the mercenary leader lying on the ground like a rag doll.

"eagle."

The cold voice echoed in the garage, devoid of any warmth.

"Get rid of these pieces of trash. Don't leave any smell."

"Yes, Mr. Chen."

Eagle gave a signal, and two bodyguards in black immediately stepped forward and dragged the person off the ground like a dead dog.

Chen Yuan turned around and strode away.

The leather shoes made a steady "tap-tap" sound as they stepped on the smooth floor.

They headed straight for the VIP elevator.

The Presidential Suite at the Manhattan Star Hotel.

Outside the thick bulletproof glass windows, torrential rain poured down, and the gale-force winds tore at the neon signs on the high-rise buildings.

The suite was kept at a constant temperature of 24 degrees Celsius.

A faint, calming chamomile aromatherapy scent wafted through the air.

Chen Yuan pushed open the mahogany door to the bedroom and walked quietly.

In the center of the large bed, Shen Wanzhou curled up in a thick down comforter.

Only her fair and delicate face was visible.

His breathing was steady and deep; he was fast asleep.

Her left hand, adorned with a pink diamond wedding ring, was exposed outside the blanket.

Unconsciously, his fingers gripped the empty edge of the pillow on the other side.

Chen Yuan walked to the bedside and knelt down on one knee.

His large, well-defined hand reached out and took her slightly cool fingertips into his palm.

The warm sensation travels along the skin's texture.

Shen Wanzhou let out a soft murmur in her sleep.

She rolled over and rubbed her head against Chen Yuan's palm.

His tense brows completely relaxed.

Chen Yuan looked at her quietly.

The sharp jawline melted into a soft, unyielding glow under the warm orange wall lamp.

He gently placed her hand back under the covers.

Tuck the blanket in.

The moment he stood up, the gentleness on his face vanished completely.

He turned and walked into the adjoining walk-in closet.

He wasn't wearing a tie, and the top two buttons of his white shirt were casually undone.

This outfit perfectly complements his explosively muscular physique.

Refined, yet possessing a deadly wildness.

He glanced at the clock on the wall.

Two o'clock in the morning.

Just enough time for a thorough cleaning.

Abandoned docks in Brooklyn, a suburb of New York.

An old industrial warehouse, covering an area of ​​5,000 square meters, was hidden in the dark night of a torrential rain.

This is the secret base of the overseas mercenary group "Black Water Serpent".

Rain pounded on the rusty corrugated iron roof, producing a deafening white noise.

Inside the warehouse, glaring halogen lamps illuminated the mountains of wooden crates filled with munitions.

Dozens of burly men, shirtless and covered in tattoos, were drinking around an iron barrel.

The air was filled with the pungent smell of cheap whiskey, engine oil, and gun oil.

"Why haven't Scarface and the others come back yet?"

A bald man wearing an eye patch exhaled a puff of smoke and pulled the bolt of his M4 rifle.

"Why does it take this long to plant a car bomb?"

"Never mind them. Once old Philip's final payment arrives, we'll retreat back to the Middle East."

The commander, sitting in the main seat, took a big gulp of strong liquor.

"That Chinese venture capital firm is a fat sheep with money but no guts."

boom!

The regimental commander's words hadn't even finished.

The warehouse's half-ton blast-proof iron door emitted a teeth-grinding metallic tearing sound.

The entire door dented inward, and the hinges snapped with a loud crash.

It slammed heavily onto the concrete ground five meters away, kicking up a thick layer of dust.

A strong wind, mixed with cold rain, poured in through the wide-open door.

The wine bottles on the iron bucket were blown over.

The sound of shattering glass was particularly jarring in the hall.

All the mercenaries froze at the same time.

Dozens of pairs of eyes, gleaming with menace, stared intently at the doorway.

In the rain.

A tall, imposing figure in black, with one hand in his trouser pocket, casually stepped over the collapsed iron gate.

Water droplets dripped down the hem of his trench coat, but did not wet his spotless leather shoes.

"Who are you!"

The regimental commander suddenly stood up, grabbed a submachine gun from the table, and pointed the dark muzzle directly at Chen Yuan.

"Are they looking for trouble?"

Chen Yuan did not stop.

He walked forward step by step, facing the muzzle of the gun.

His dark eyes swept over the group of desperados, as if he were counting dead meat on a chopping board.

"The scar must be lonely down there."

Chen Yuan's voice pierced through the sound of rain, deep and cold.

"I'll take you down to keep him company."

"Open fire! Turn him into a sieve!"

The battalion commander roared and slammed his index finger into the trigger.

Da da da!

Dozens of automatic rifles fired simultaneously, the muzzle flashes instantly illuminating the dimly lit warehouse.

The dense hail of bullets resembled a metal-constructed net of death, blanketing the gate.

But Chen Yuan's figure vanished into thin air a fraction of a second before the gunshot rang out.

This is not teleportation, but a terrifying dodge that pushes muscle explosiveness to the limits of human vision.

The bullets all hit the concrete wall, sending rubble flying.

Where are they?!

The bald man, holding a gun, looked around, a layer of cold sweat seeping from his back.

"On your head."

A cold, emotionless voice drifted down from the shipping container above his head.

The bald man suddenly looked up, but before he could raise the muzzle of his gun...

Chen Yuan leaped down from the air like a black cheetah.

With immense force, her long legs slammed her knees into the bald man's sternum.

Click!

A chilling sound of bones breaking exploded.

The bald man's chest cavity collapsed instantly, and his more than 200-pound body crashed to the ground like a broken sack, killing him instantly.

Chen Yuan swiftly caught the M4 rifle falling from mid-air with one hand.

He didn't fire the gun; instead, he used the barrel as a short, black stick.

Rotate your wrist.

The rifle butt slammed into the two mercenaries who were lunging at him from the side with a sharp whistling sound.

boom!boom!

The hard, special plastic gunstock precisely shattered the jawbones of the two men.

Before they could even scream, their eyes rolled back, and they were sent flying backward, crashing into a stack of wooden crates.

"He's a devil...he's a devil!"

The remaining mercenaries finally realized what was happening, and panic spread like a plague among the crowd.

This is not human!

Amidst the hail of bullets, not even a single tear was found on his clothes!

"Scatter! Surround him with melee weapons!"

The regimental commander drew his triangular bayonet from his waist, his eyes bloodshot, and gave orders like a madman.

More than a dozen mercenaries skilled in close combat drew their daggers and surrounded them from all sides.

The blades flashed, and a chilling aura filled the air.

Chen Yuan threw away the broken rifle in his hand.

He took his hands out of his trouser pockets and slowly unbuttoned the first button of his suit jacket.

In the depths of his eyes, a long-suppressed brutality finally ignited.

Since they dared to set their sights on Wanzhou.

Let them experience firsthand the true physical exorcism of the Dark Web Asuras.

A mercenary, wielding a military knife, thrust it straight at Chen Yuan's throat.

Chen Yuan did not retreat, but slightly shifted his left foot, causing his body to tilt to the side in a surprisingly small manner.

The blade grazed the collar of his white shirt, bringing only a slight breeze.

next second.

Chen Yuan's right hand suddenly shot out, his five fingers gripping the man's wrist like iron clamps.

Fold it down smoothly.

"Clatter!"

The wrist bone was snapped in the opposite direction, and the white bone fragments pierced the skin.

The mercenary let out a heart-wrenching scream.

Chen Yuan gave him no chance to catch his breath, his right leg springing up like a steel whip, the heel of his shoe striking the mercenary's temple hard.

The sound stopped abruptly.

"Attack him together! Kill him!"

Four or five sharp blades attacked from behind at the same time.

Chen Yuan used his waist and abdomen to execute a clean whirlwind kick in mid-air.

The black trousers drew a deadly arc in the air.

boom! boom! boom!

A series of precise kicks landed, with the heels of the shoes imprinting on the throats and ribs of four men.

Four bodies flew backwards simultaneously, smashing over seven or eight metal barrels containing fuel.

The pungent diesel fuel instantly flowed onto the ground, mixing with the blood and creating a mottled sheen.

"Fire! Shoot the oil drums too!"

The regimental commander had completely lost his mind. He raised his pistol and frantically pulled the trigger at the diesel fuel scattered on the ground.

As long as we can kill this monster, we're willing to die together!

Sparks grazed the ground.

boom--!

A wall of fire, more than two meters high, suddenly rose into the air in the center of the warehouse.

The scorching heat made people's skin sting, and the firelight illuminated the entire building.

In a sea of ​​fire.

Chen Yuan's figure moved as if he were strolling leisurely, without encountering the slightest hindrance.

He stepped over the bodies lying in pools of blood.

The pure black haute couture suit, illuminated by the firelight, exuded an absolute nobility, untouched by worldly concerns.

Those mercenaries who were still alive didn't even have the strength to hold a knife.

His legs gave way, and he collapsed to his knees one after another, his eyes filled with despair.

The commander watched the man emerge from the wall of fire.

My heart felt like it was being squeezed tightly by an invisible hand, and my breathing was as rapid as a bellows.

He turned and ran towards the back door of the warehouse.

His feet slipped on the blood, and he fell, then crawled forward on his hands and feet.

Chen Yuan did not pursue.

He stood still, casually picking up a bloodstained butterfly knife from the ground with his toe.

A flick of the wrist.

The blade transformed into a streak of light in mid-air, tearing through the scorching air.

"Pfft!"

The sharp blade pierced the commander's right thighbone with precision, pinning him firmly to the concrete ground.

"ah--!"

The regimental commander clutched his bleeding thigh, writhing on the ground in agony.

That fleshy face was now covered in cold sweat and mud, making it look hideous.

Flames shot into the sky, and the warehouse roof began to creak under the strain.

Thick black smoke billowed out.

Chen Yuan walked steadily towards the regimental commander.

The sole of the leather shoe landed squarely on the wrist holding the walkie-talkie.

Apply slight force.

The acrid sound of bones grinding against teeth rang out again.

The regimental commander opened his mouth and let out a whine-like scream, his eyeballs almost bulging out of their sockets.

Chen Yuan looked down at him.

His eyes were devoid of any emotion, only a deathly stillness like a pile of rotting flesh.

The firelight licked at the distant ruins.

Chen Yuan stepped over the wreckage and pools of blood, and slowly took out a pure white silk handkerchief from his suit pocket to wipe away a trace of blood that had splattered on his knuckles.

He lowered his eyes, his cold, sharp voice sounding particularly piercing amidst the crackling of the flames: "Call old Philip and tell him to wash his neck clean. I'm coming to take his life right now."