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

"Thump!"

The body, weighing over 200 pounds, smashed violently through the water.

The dull thud of a heavy object falling into the water ripped through the slightly salty sea breeze along the Seine.

The cold, murky river water splashed up white sprays more than two meters high.

It reflects a cold arc of light under the sunlight.

The head of the bodyguards couldn't even utter a complete scream.

It was instantly swallowed up by the water flow.

The river surface rippled with dark currents, and a few seconds later, it fell completely silent.

Not even a bubble rose to the surface.

The eagle stood by the railing, a cruel curve appearing on its hard, scarred face.

He raised his hand and casually made a tactical gesture.

The black-clad security guards behind him immediately understood.

The heavy, rusty iron chains made a "crunching" sound as they rubbed together.

The remaining three Middle Eastern bodyguards had their hands tightly bound behind their backs, and thick iron chains wrapped with heavy stones were locked around their ankles.

"Ugh! Ugh!"

Their jaws were dislocated, and all they could do was whimper in despair.

His eyeballs bulged outwards and were covered with alarming red blood vessels.

It's like throwing away several bags of kitchen waste that smell sour and foul.

One after another, the sound of splashing into the water echoed across the shimmering river surface.

The water churned a few times before returning to calm.

These flies that disturbed lunch were completely erased from the world.

It was as if the bones in Prince Salman's legs had been drained in an instant.

With a "thump".

He slumped straight down onto the teak deck of the Starship.

The kneecap slammed heavily against the wooden board with a dull thud.

The hem of an expensive white Arab robe.

It quickly spread into a puddle of pale yellow water that emitted a foul odor.

He peed.

This is a core member of a Middle Eastern royal family who treats money like dirt and acts with impunity in Europe.

He was now limp and collapsed in his own excrement.

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

With its mouth agape, it resembled a dead fish left to bask in the sun on the shore, gulping down air.

But he couldn't utter a single syllable.

In those eyes, which were filled with greed, only the purest, ghostly fear remained.

There were more than a dozen luxury yachts moored nearby.

Those European nobles and tycoons who were originally holding champagne and ready to watch the show.

At this moment, they have all frozen into lifeless stone sculptures.

The air seemed to be gripped tightly by an invisible giant hand.

A French duke's Bordeaux wine tilted as his wrist trembled violently.

The dark red liquid dripped down the side of the glass.

It crashed onto the expensive Persian carpet, staining it with a glaring crimson color.

He was completely unaware that he was even choking on his breath.

Cold sweat rolled down the foreheads of these Western elites.

A sticky, cold sensation clung to their spines.

too fast.

It's too cruel.

The Asian man in the white shirt.

He didn't use any firearms, nor did he summon his terrifying dark web mercenaries.

Alone, in three seconds.

He broke the bones of four top assassins with his bare hands and threw them into the river.

This cold-blooded ruthlessness, treating human lives like dust to be swept away, is more chilling than any financial sanctions.

Chen Yuan stood at the edge of the deck.

The sea breeze lifted the hem of his white shirt, revealing the faded old apron around his waist.

He had one hand in his suit trouser pocket.

With his other hand, he slowly pulled a pure white disinfectant wipe from his pocket.

His slender fingers meticulously wiped his finger bones inch by inch.

It was as if the clothes I had just touched from those bodyguards had been contaminated with some disgusting bacteria that couldn't be washed off.

His dark eyes swept calmly over the surrounding yachts.

That palpable killing intent, like that of a demon, spread out along with the gaze.

Everywhere the eye can see.

The European nobles all lowered their heads, not even daring to meet their gaze.

My legs went weak, and I wished I could hide myself in the deepest part of the cabin immediately.

If they anger this man, their fate will be a hundred times worse than sinking into the Seine.

Chen Yuan crumpled the used wet wipe into a ball.

Slightly rotate your wrist.

"Clatter".

The wet wipe landed precisely in the smart trash can two meters away.

He turned around.

With his back to those trembling, powerful figures.

With long strides, his leather shoes made a steady "clack-clack" sound on the teak deck.

I walked step by step toward the glass round table where the sweet and sour fish was placed.

The moment I turned around.

The frost that could freeze the air in his eyes melted away completely.

All that remains is a pool of warm spring water that could drown a person.

He walked under the parasol, his tall figure blocking the glaring sunlight.

Shen Wanzhou leaned back in the rattan recliner.

A light blue bohemian maxi dress was spread out on the chair.

She was holding a pure silver chopstick in her hand.

They didn't even glance at the bloodshed and chaos outside.

Those shimmering, peach-blossom eyes were fixed solely on Chen Yuan.

The pungent smell of gunpowder and blood in the air was completely blocked by the cool, soapy scent emanating from the man.

As long as this man stands in front of her.

Even if the sky were to fall, she would only care whether the fish on her plate was cold or not.

Chen Yuan pulled out a chair and sat down.

I picked up the lemon water on the table and tested the temperature of the glass.

It's just the right temperature so it's not too cold to touch.

He held the water glass to Shen Wanzhou's lips.

"Drink some water to calm your nerves."

His low, husky voice revealed an undisguised favoritism and indulgence.

Shen Wanzhou obediently took a small sip of lemonade from his hand.

The slightly sour taste diluted the sweet and sour flavor in the mouth.

She tilted her head slightly, her gaze passing over Chen Yuan's shoulder.

His gaze swept over the pungent urine stain on the deck.

And on the yacht opposite, those pale-faced, trembling European nobles.

Her cool, aloof brows furrowed slightly.

A hint of genuine doubt and confusion appeared in Peach Blossom's eyes.

She stretched out her fair fingers and pulled over the cotton tissues on the table.

She gracefully touched the corner of her rosy lips.

Wipe away the amber-colored sauce that got on your skin when you were eating the fish.

What's going on with this group of foreigners?

It was just a meal and dealing with a few noisy bugs.

They all had their mouths agape, their eyes practically popping out.

He looks like a country bumpkin who's never seen the world.

On the yacht opposite.

The French duke who had spilled the red wine was staring intently at Shen Wanzhou.

He watched as this richest woman in the East experienced such a bloody massacre.

He could even wipe his mouth without changing his expression!

Her heartbeat didn't even falter!

What terrifying mental fortitude!

This couple is a ruthless killer and an icy empress who treats human life as worthless.

They weren't here for a vacation at all.

They are death gods who have come to inspect the territory!

Shen Wanzhou grew impatient with those staring eyes.

She doesn't like being stared at by strangers.

She disliked even more people looking at her personal chef with those monster-like eyes.

She crumpled the tissue in her hand into a small ball.

"Clatter".

She threw the tissue into the metal trash can under the table.

A crisp sound echoed across the still surface of the Seine.

Shen Wanzhou leaned back in her chair, her long legs crossed.

She looked at the terrified nobles, her soft, clear voice echoing across the deck.

It carries a natural sense of contrast and an unconscious Versailles.

Shen Wanzhou tossed the tissue into the trash can, her soft, sweet voice echoing across the deathly silent deck: "Why are you all so surprised? Actually, this was just something he made casually. He cooks much better at home." Upon hearing this, all the nobles rolled their eyes and nearly fainted.