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

The oil field transfer document, adorned with a gilded royal coat of arms, rustled in the breeze along the Seine.

Prince Salman's eyes gleamed green as he swallowed hard.

The document representing endless black gold wealth was less than ten centimeters away from the half-eaten sweet and sour fish tail on the white porcelain plate.

Chen Yuan leaned back in a hand-woven rattan chair.

The black casual shirt clung slightly to his muscular chest, accentuated by the river breeze, creating a striking silhouette.

He didn't even lift his eyelids.

Those cold, sharp eyes looked as if they were looking at a piece of scrap paper that had been used to wipe a table.

A large, well-defined hand picked up a pure silver strainer from the table.

Without the slightest pause.

"Clang!"

Half a fish tail coated in amber sauce, along with the last bits of scallion.

With a casual sweep of his hand, it landed precisely in the smart trash can under the table.

The metal lid closed, cutting off the last bit of sweet and sour aroma.

Salman's hand, holding the document, froze in mid-air.

The fervor on his face froze into a comical mask, and the greed in his eyes was replaced by disbelief.

He, a core member of a Middle Eastern royal family, traded an oil field that could produce tens of thousands of barrels of gold a day for half a piece of leftover fish.

This extravagant and extravagant affair would be headline news throughout European high society.

Instead of being grateful, the other party threw it away like trash right in front of him!

"What...what are you doing!"

Salman's voice cracked, and a whirring, bellows-like sound came from his throat.

He took a sudden step forward, his expensive handmade leather shoes landing on the teak deck.

"That's a divine gift! How dare you throw it in the trash!"

"I'd trade Dubai's oil fields for it, are you deaf?!"

Chen Yuan picked up a wet wipe and slowly wiped away the non-existent oil droplets from his fingertips.

My wife doesn't eat leftovers.

Six simple words, leaving no room for discussion.

He tossed the crumpled wet wipe onto the table with a soft thud.

"If you want to eat, go catch it yourself in the sea. Now, take your worthless paper and get off my ship."

The four black-clad bodyguards behind Salman instantly turned ashen-faced.

They are internationally hired mercenaries who are paid high salaries.

They usually act like tyrants in Europe with the prince, and even local dignitaries have to give them some face.

Even those so-called old-money families had to treat them with respect when they saw the heavy firepower they possessed.

Today, I was actually told to "get lost" by a Chinese chef who was only fit to wear an apron.

The head of the bodyguards was a burly white man who was 2.1 meters tall.

The veins on his neck bulged, and a hideous venomous snake tattoo was on his neck.

He pushed Salman aside, who was blocking his way.

The heavy military boots stomped heavily on the expensive teak deck of the Starship.

It produced a deafening thud.

The yacht's deck even sank slightly by half an inch due to the enormous weight.

"You Chinese monkey, you're asking for death!"

The leader spoke heavily in Russian-accented English, and his large, fan-like hand reached directly to his lower back.

"Click".

The crisp sound of metal rubbing together echoed in the sea breeze.

Four Glock pistols equipped with silencers were pulled out in unison.

The dark muzzle of the gun was pointed directly at Chen Yuan, who was sitting at the dining table.

The strong smell of gun oil instantly ruined the faint sweet and sour aroma remaining in the air.

"Give me the recipe for this dish."

The head of the bodyguards had his finger on the trigger, and the muzzle of the gun was even intentionally or unintentionally tilted towards Shen Wanzhou, who was sitting next to him.

"Otherwise, I'll smash your heads open and you can search the kitchen yourselves."

It was in that fraction of a second that the gun muzzle deflected.

The small silver fork that Shen Wanzhou was holding froze in mid-air.

She didn't scream.

Her cool, peach-blossom eyes lowered slightly as she looked at the dark gun barrels.

Her fair fingertips tapped lightly twice on the tablecloth.

The enjoyment of the meal was completely ruined by these noisy flies.

Far from being afraid, she picked up the lemonade beside her and took a small sip.

Because she knew that the man sitting next to her would never let these pieces of junk hurt a single hair on her head.

This subtle pause did not escape Chen Yuan's notice.

That violent and malevolent aura belonging to the Asuras of the Dark Web was like a volcanic eruption.

The temperature of the surrounding air plummeted below freezing.

The breeze on the Seine seemed to freeze in the face of this palpable killing intent.

Would he dare to use a knife or gun while his wife was eating?

This is like pulling out the dragon's reverse scale.

Chen Yuan did not reach into his pocket for any communication devices.

It didn't even give any instructions to the eagle standing not far away.

His left hand, which was resting on his knee, suddenly clenched its five fingers.

"Bang!"

The teak floor beneath his feet cracked under the weight.

A black lightning bolt, without warning, tore through the sunlight on the deck.

The head of the bodyguards only felt a blur before his eyes.

The man who was sitting in the chair just a second ago has vanished from my sight in an instant.

"open……"

He hadn't even had a chance to utter the word "gun" before it left his throat.

A sharp whooshing sound exploded in my ears.

Chen Yuan's tall and imposing figure was already pressed against him.

There are no unnecessary fighting start moves.

His left hand transformed into a blade, precisely slicing into the leader's right wrist joint where he was holding the gun.

"Snap!"

The sound of bones breaking was crisp and loud.

The leader's wrist was bent at a 90-degree right angle, which violated human anatomy.

The stark white bone fragments pierced through the wheat-colored skin, exposing it to the air.

Before the blood could even gush out, the Glock pistol had already slipped from his hand and fallen to the ground.

Chen Yuan then kicked the falling gun.

The heavy metal gun body transformed into a cannonball.

"Clang!"

The sternum of the bodyguard on the left is directly in the center.

The burly man, weighing over 200 pounds, was knocked off his feet and his chest collapsed.

He spat out a mouthful of blood mist mixed with fragments of internal organs, and flew backward, crashing into the yacht's railing.

The guardrail made a sickening metallic creaking sound.

The two bodyguards on the right were terrified.

His fingers frantically pulled the trigger.

"Pfft! Pfft!"

Two muffled gunshots rang out, silenced.

But Chen Yuan's speed was so fast that it defied the laws of human biomechanics.

Using the momentum from kicking the gun, he leaned his body downwards.

Two bullets grazed the collar of his black shirt, leaving only a faint smell of burnt fabric.

The next second, his hands, like iron clamps, gripped the two men's forearms tightly on either side.

The core strength of the waist and abdomen suddenly exploded.

The ten fingers suddenly tightened and twisted inward.

"Glala—"

The chilling sound of bones being crushed filled the air.

The forearms of the two bodyguards were twisted into pretzels.

The gun in his hand fell onto the deck with a dull metallic clang.

one second.

two seconds.

three seconds.

Three seconds.

Four two-meter-tall, battle-hardened international mercenaries.

Both of their hands were rendered useless, and they lay limp on the expensive teak deck like puddles of mud.

Painful cries echoed along the banks of the Seine, piercing and shrill.

A strong smell of blood filled the deck, overpowering the original aroma of sweet and sour fish.

Prince Salman remained holding the oil field transfer document.

His whole body was shaking like a leaky sieve.

The documents slipped from his hands and fell to the ground, soaked with blood from the deck.

The piece of paper bearing the royal seal instantly turned into a blurry mess of waste paper.

His eyes, which were once filled with greed, were now filled with nothing but fear as if he had seen a ghost.

A warm liquid welled up in his crotch and flowed down his robe.

A pool of pale yellow water formed on the teak floor.

It emitted a pungent, foul odor.

His prized royal bodyguard.

In front of this Chinese man, even the chance to pull the trigger became a luxury.

This is no cook!

This is clearly an ancient ferocious beast disguised in human skin!

Salman's legs went weak, and he collapsed to his knees on the deck with a thud.

His knee struck the wooden board with a dull thud.

He opened his mouth, trying to beg for mercy, but only a gurgling sound came out of his throat.

They can't even piece together a complete English sentence.

His entire body was trembling with fat, like a pool of fat about to melt.

Chen Yuan straightened up.

The black shirt was perfectly wrinkle-free, and even his breathing was perfectly steady.

His upright back was like an insurmountable mountain.

He glanced down at a drop of blood on the back of his hand.

His cool brows furrowed, and his eyes revealed undisguised disgust.

The blood of that scum stained his hands.

What if the smell of blood drifts over and reaches Wanzhou's nose?

Even if those people died ten thousand times, it wouldn't be enough to compensate them.

He absolutely would not allow any unpleasant smell to ruin this perfect lunch.

He stretched out his large, well-defined hand.

He grabbed the bodyguard leader by the thick neck.

The burly man, weighing over 200 pounds, was like a chick being lifted by the scruff of its neck under Chen Yuan's terrifying grip with one hand.

His feet were dangling in the air, and a hissing sound came from his throat.

His face turned purplish-black, and the whites of his eyes rolled back.

His limbs twitched futilely in mid-air.

Chen Yuan turned around and dragged the two-meter-tall giant along with him.

The leather shoes made a sticky sound as they stepped on the blood-soaked deck.

Walk to the edge of the yacht.

The Seine waters churned below, lapping against the hull of the boat.

Chen Yuan grabbed the bodyguard leader by the neck with one hand and threw him over the railing like trash: "Eagle, tie these flies that disturbed the lady to stones and sink them into the Seine to feed the fish."