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

"Thump."

The wad of waste paper hit the smart trash can with a dull thud.

In the quiet, almost silent manor hall, the sound struck Wang Kai like a blunt object, hitting him hard on the back.

Cold sweat dripped down Wang Kai's greasy chin.

It hits the carpet and is instantly absorbed by the cashmere.

Chen Yuan didn't even glance at the pile of waste paper.

He turned around.

The pure black casual trousers stirred up a chilly breeze as they walked.

"Brother Yuan, shouldn't we notify the Ministry of Justice to prepare a countermeasure plan?" Wang Kai asked, his voice trembling.

That was a joint effort by several powerful families in the capital to eliminate each other.

"The Ministry of Justice handles cases in the human realm."

Chen Yuan did not stop walking.

His silhouette stretched long under the cold-colored wall lamps in the corridor, exuding a chilling aura forged in the crucible of countless deaths.

"These dead people don't deserve to follow the rules of the living world."

He pushed open the hidden door at the end of the corridor.

Behind the door is a private elevator leading to the core control room on the second basement level.

The elevator descended smoothly.

The feeling of weightlessness tugged at Chen Yuan's taut jawline.

With a crisp "click" of mechanical meshing, the heavy explosion-proof metal door slowly slid open to both sides.

In a 2,000-square-meter underground space.

Hundreds of military-grade liquid-cooled servos emitted a deep rumble.

The cold white shadowless lamps shone on the floor tiles, emitting a dazzling light.

The air was filled with a high concentration of ozone and the smell of silicon-based engine oil.

Xiao Liu and Chu Feng were staring intently at the curved screen in front of them.

The screen was filled with a frantic stream of red alert data.

"Boss!" Xiao Liu turned around, his thick black-rimmed glasses slipping halfway down his nose.

"The funds of those three companies in Beijing have already penetrated the bottom layer of our maternal and infant sector and are forcibly shorting retail investors' positions."

Chen Yuan strode forward with his long legs.

The leather shoes made a regular clicking sound when they stepped on the anti-static floor.

He walked to the control panel and pulled out the large gaming chair.

His tall figure settled down steadily.

"Give me the highest level of access to the ghost base station."

Chen Yuan's voice was as calm as still water.

Without raising the volume, it carried a terrifying sense of oppression, as if the heavens and earth were trampled underfoot.

Chu Feng's fingers flew across the keyboard.

"The port is fully open, boss."

The main control screen instantly turned into a bottomless pure black.

A scythe and skull totem dripping with blood slowly appeared in the center of the screen.

Chen Yuan's slender fingers rested gently on the pure black mechanical keyboard.

Power is generated through the joints.

"Clatter".

The first crisp sound of the shafts colliding rang out.

Followed by.

It was a lightning-fast storm of hand movements that would make cybersecurity experts around the world shudder.

The ten fingers turned into a blurry afterimage.

The sounds emanating from the keyboard blended into a dense, impenetrable downpour.

The deep blue code poured down the screen like a cascading waterfall.

He did not defend against Xingchen Venture Capital's maternal and infant sector.

Business negotiations? Price war?

That's a game of make-believe played by businessmen.

In the dictionary of the dark web's rulers, there is only one way to solve a problem.

That is to chop the enemy who extends their claws to pieces, skin and bones, alive.

"Lock up the core database IPs of the Zhao, Qian, and Sun families in Beijing."

Chen Yuan's gaze was icy as he stared at the wildly jumping nodes on the screen.

"Firewall blocking? It's practically useless."

Xiao Liu knelt on the chair next to the control panel.

They stared wide-eyed at the data flowing across the main screen.

Those three top-tier firewalls cost hundreds of millions to build.

Faced with the string of mutated virus packets typed out by the boss.

It's not even as good as a thin sheet of window paper.

First minute.

The outer defense network collapsed completely.

The green indicator light representing the enemy server instantly turned a glaring scarlet.

The second minute.

The virus, like a greedy piranha, swept in unimpeded.

It's tearing at their underlying logical architecture like crazy.

All those encrypted business secrets and customer lists were decrypted into plaintext.

Third minute.

Chen Yuan pressed the last Enter key.

"Click".

The crisp sound of keystrokes seemed thin and weak amidst the roar of the server room.

But the result on the screen revealed a devastating defeat.

The core databases of the three families were instantly cleared of all redundant data.

All that remained on the screen was a glaring white.

Whiteboard.

Clean and tidy.

The business acumen accumulated over generations vanished in those 180 seconds.

"Boss, we've found their hidden ledgers overseas."

Chu Feng swallowed hard, his voice trembling.

He pushed several packaged encrypted files to the main screen.

Chen Yuan opened the file.

The cold white light shone on his lifeless profile.

The document is densely covered with irrefutable evidence of these families using overseas shell companies to launder money and signing tax evasion contracts.

Each sum of money was enough to keep them working as sewing machines for the rest of their lives.

"Pack."

Chen Yuan leaned back in his chair, his fingertips tapping lightly on the table.

"Through the dark web as a covert springboard."

"Send the message to the internal email addresses of the Supreme People's Procuratorate, the Economic Crime Investigation Bureau, and all national-level regulatory agencies."

"Set a timer to send; detonate in five minutes."

Chu Feng's fingers were trembling.

This is a devastating nuclear bomb!

Once this information is released, these families won't even have time to make a call for help before they are crushed by the state apparatus.

"Sent, boss."

Chu Feng pressed the confirmation button.

Time slipped away quietly in this underground fortress.

The air conditioner was blowing cold air.

Chen Yuan did not leave.

He sat in front of the screen, quietly watching the digital clock on the wall tick by.

24 hours.

A bloody massacre without gunfire has unfolded in the real world.

The morning sunlight pierced through the thin mist of the capital city.

The heads of these second-rate families were still lying on their luxurious villa beds.

They dream of swallowing up Xingchen Maternal and Infant Industry and dividing up the Jianghai City conglomerate's cake.

"Bang!"

The villa's solid wood gate was forcibly broken open.

Wood chips flew everywhere.

Dozens of uniformed law enforcement officers, carrying riot shields, rushed into the spacious living room.

The piercing sound of police sirens blared mournfully outside the villa area.

It broke the tranquility of the early morning.

The head of the Zhao family was wearing a silk bathrobe and hadn't even had time to put on slippers.

I ran barefoot to the second-floor stairwell.

Looking at the sea of ​​law enforcement officers below, all the color drained from his face.

Pale white as paper.

"What are you doing! Do you know who I am?!"

He gripped the mahogany armrest tightly, letting out a fierce but cowardly roar.

"Trespassing on private property? My lawyer will sue you until you're bankrupt!"

The officer in charge had a frosty expression.

He pulled an arrest warrant stamped with a bright red seal from his briefcase.

"Mr. Zhao, we have received a report filed under a real name and have obtained conclusive evidence of money laundering involving overseas funds."

"The amount of money involved is huge."

"You are now being arrested in accordance with the law. Your private lawyer can go directly to the detention center to see you."

The cold handcuffs clicked.

They firmly locked Zhao family patriarch's pampered wrists.

The coolness of the metal seeped into the bones through the skin.

His legs went weak, and he collapsed onto the stairs.

He was dragged away by two police officers like a dead pig.

The same scene.

The events unfolded simultaneously in the villas of the Qian and Sun families.

Those high-ranking executives who are usually aloof and domineering at business meetings.

He didn't even have time to change into a decent outfit.

He was hooded and put into a police car with flashing red and blue lights.

9:30 a.m.

The A-share market opened on time.

All the listed companies under these three families faced an unprecedented disaster.

There was no chance for retail investors to escape.

The very first second after the market opens.

The panic selling of billions of dollars is like an avalanche of icebergs.

It slammed hard onto the trading screen.

The green price drop line, at a 90-degree vertical angle, instantly pierced through the daily limit down.

It hit the daily limit down.

It was completely sealed off, and no funds dared to enter the market to pry it open.

Financial institutions have been downgrading credit ratings.

The banks froze all their credit accounts and bridge loans overnight.

Less than 24 hours.

These once-powerful families, who had dominated the capital for decades, lost 90% of their assets.

The remaining shell companies face forced delisting and endless lawsuits.

The land collapsed.

Genting Manor, open kitchen on the first floor.

The afternoon sunlight streamed through the French windows, casting golden patches of light on the floor.

The air was filled with a rich, lingering, faint medicinal fragrance.

Chen Yuan was wearing a white cotton short-sleeved shirt.

She wore that familiar old black apron around her waist.

He stood in front of the kitchen counter, holding a pure silver ladle in his hand.

In the casserole, the medicinal food for preventing miscarriage, which had been simmering for four hours, was making a soft "bubbling" sound.

He gently stirred the broth in the pot.

Carefully skim off the tiny speck of foam from the surface.

The movements were focused and meticulous.

It was as if this pot of soup was a thousand times more important than the destructive commands he had pressed last night.

A smart flat-screen TV is embedded in the kitchen wall.

There is no sound on the screen.

The screen was displaying a loop of news from a financial channel.

"Executives from three major Beijing families have been arrested, and their listed companies are all collapsing and facing delisting..."

In the footage, the disheveled figures being led into police cars have nowhere to hide from the camera.

Chen Yuan didn't even lift his eyelids.

He turned off the blue flame on the gas stove.

The boiling soup gradually subsided, and white steam enveloped the warm yellow light of the kitchen.

He took a small white porcelain bowl decorated with gold trim.

Steadily pour the warm medicinal food into the bowl.

The rich aroma of ginseng and astragalus, mixed with the sweetness of free-range chicken, forcefully fills the nasal cavity.

Chen Yuan took out a wet wipe and wiped away the moisture that had settled on his finger bones.

He placed the white porcelain bowl on a black walnut wood tray.

His deep black eyes finally turned their heads.

His indifferent gaze swept across the news footage on the large screen on the wall.

Those so-called powerful figures who once tried to disrupt Shen Wanzhou's peace have now become a pile of scrap metal that can never recover.

Watching the news on the big screen about the collapse of several major families, Chen Yuan picked up the medicinal food he had prepared and said in an infuriatingly calm tone: "If you upset my wife, the extinction of your entire clan is your destiny."