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

Shen Wanzhou's pale lips parted slightly.

Obediently, he took the warm tuna soup into his mouth.

The fish is so delicate that it melts in your mouth, with no fishy smell at all, only pure sweetness that slides down your tongue and into your esophagus.

A warm feeling slowly spread through my churning stomach.

She leaned against the down pillow, and her tightly furrowed brow finally relaxed slightly.

She rubbed her fair face against the man's warm palm.

"tasty."

Her voice was soft and delicate, with a sickly, charming naiveté.

Chen Yuan sat on the edge of the bed.

She held the white porcelain bowl steadily in one hand and a pure cotton handkerchief in the other.

He carefully wiped away the little bit of clear soup that had gotten on the corner of her lips.

"If it's delicious, have another bite."

He scooped up a spoonful and thoughtfully blew away the heat until the temperature dropped to just the right forty-five degrees.

The specially made encrypted phone placed next to it suddenly emitted a short beep.

The screen lit up with a cold light.

It was an urgent text message from the eagle.

"Mr. Chen, the goods from the South American rainforest have arrived and have been transported to Port No. 3 in the Eastern District."

This shipment was the result of Chen Yuan using the highest level of access to the dark web to forcibly sever the border logistics lines between three countries.

Top-secret supplies that were transported to Jianghai City within twelve hours.

It is a rare spice that grows on cliffs deep in the Amazon rainforest.

Su Qingqing searched through all the classical medical books before finding this folk remedy.

By incorporating it into bird's nest, it can completely suppress severe morning sickness in early pregnancy.

Chen Yuan put down the porcelain bowl, the bottom of which touched the glass bedside table with a soft sound.

He stood up and tucked the blanket around the girl on the bed.

"You take a nap first, I'm going to get something."

Shen Wanzhou poked her fair hand out from under the covers, her fingertips hooking the hem of his shirt.

Her peach blossom eyes were half-closed, revealing a deep longing.

Come back soon.

"Okay, I'll make you some bird's nest when I get back."

Chen Yuan grasped her fingertips with his other hand and lowered his head to place a warm kiss on the back of her hand.

Port No. 3, East District, Jianghai City.

The sea breeze at night carried a strong smell of diesel fuel and fish.

We navigated back and forth through a steel maze of hundreds and thousands of shipping containers.

A pure black bulletproof Maybach, like a silent beast.

It stopped silently in front of the abandoned warehouse number thirteen.

The car door opened.

Chen Yuan took a long step and stepped onto the rough cement ground covered with puddles.

He wasn't wearing a coat; he was wearing a pure black haute couture handmade shirt.

The sleeves were casually rolled up on the forearms, revealing strong and smooth muscle lines.

The eagle followed closely behind, carrying a silver metal briefcase with a temperature-controlled combination lock.

"Mr. Chen, the goods have been inspected, and the leaves are 100% fresh."

The eagle reported in a low voice.

A hint of wariness emanated from his cold, scarred face as his gaze swept across the lifeless shipping containers around him.

Chen Yuan raised his left hand and glanced at the hands of his watch.

8:10 PM.

It will take twenty minutes to process the spices back at the hotel.

It takes forty minutes to soak premium blood bird's nest.

Taking into account the road conditions on the return trip, the food was just in time to be placed by Wanzhou's bedside when she woke up at 9:30.

The timing was impeccable.

He turned around and opened the door of the Maybach.

"Click".

In the darkness, a crisp metallic clang suddenly rang out.

That was the distinctive mechanical sound of an automatic rifle bullet being chambered.

Followed by.

A blinding high-lumen searchlight suddenly illuminated the catwalk on the second floor of the warehouse.

Six pale beams of light intertwined to form a net.

They locked Chen Yuan and the eagle firmly in the center of the open space.

The light was blindingly bright.

"Don't move."

Rough English mixed with a heavy Eastern European accent blared from the rusty loudspeaker.

"Take another half step forward, and I'll beat you to a pulp."

A dozen or so tall, muscular men dressed in urban camouflage and with tactical paint on their faces.

They emerged from the shadow of the shipping container.

They were holding M4A1 carbines.

The red laser sights were densely packed onto Chen Yuan's chest and brow.

The fishy smell in the air was completely masked by the strong smell of gun oil.

This is the Hyena Mercenary Group, which is active in border war zones year-round.

A group of money-grubbing, unscrupulous killing machines.

The one-eyed man leading the group jumped off the shipping container.

The heavy military boots crushed an empty beer bottle on the ground, shards of glass flying everywhere.

He was weighing a machete with a blood groove in his hand.

With an air of indifference, he walked to a spot ten meters away from Chen Yuan.

"You're the president of Star Ventures?"

The one-eyed man looked Chen Yuan up and down, then grinned, revealing a set of yellowed teeth.

Their eyes were filled with greed, like fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered.

"One hundred billion US dollars."

He pulled a tablet computer from his tactical vest and threw it at Chen Yuan's feet.

The plastic casing made a dull thud as it hit the concrete floor.

"Transfer to this anonymous overseas account immediately."

"Spending 100 billion to buy the life of a billionaire like you, isn't that a good deal?"

Eagle's right hand had already silently reached for the tactical baton at his lower back.

The muscles on Scarface's face twitched violently as he suppressed his murderous intent.

His breathing became heavy.

Chen Yuan did not look at the tablet on the ground.

He didn't even look at the dark gun barrels pointed at his head.

He simply turned his head slightly and glanced once more at the Patek Philippe on his left wrist.

8:12.

Two minutes were wasted.

The journey back is 30 kilometers, and there is nighttime construction on the outer ring road tonight.

If you encounter traffic jams, you'll be in a rush.

If the extract of spices is not timely, their medicinal effects will be greatly reduced.

If bird's nest is not cooked long enough, it will taste astringent.

Wanzhou felt nauseous after just one bite and would vomit it up.

Just thinking about that weak girl covering her mouth and dry heaving in the bathroom...

Chen Yuan's dark eyes instantly darkened.

The salty smell of the surrounding sea breeze seemed to be frozen by the bone-chilling cold emanating from him.

The temperature dropped sharply.

"You have three seconds to get out of here."

Chen Yuan's voice was flat and even, without any inflection.

It's like instructing the street cleaners to sweep up the trash.

The one-eyed man paused for a moment, then burst into a piercing, maniacal laugh.

The surrounding mercenaries joined in the laughter, their gun barrels waving wildly.

"Chinese man, have you lost your mind because of money?"

The one-eyed man raised his machete, the tip pointing directly at Chen Yuan's nose.

"There are twelve automatic rifles and two heavy machine guns here."

"Even if you're wearing ten layers of bulletproof vests, I can still blow you to bits!"

He stepped forward, spittle flying everywhere under the searchlight.

"Did you think this was one of your spacious negotiation rooms?"

"Kneel down immediately! Put your hands behind your head!"

"Transfer the money first, then we'll talk about how many bones you can take home!"

kneel down?

Chen Yuan's gaze finally settled slowly on the face of the one-eyed man.

It was the deathly gaze one would give upon a lump of rotting flesh.

It contains no human emotions whatsoever.

The sea breeze blew through his pure black shirt, the fabric clinging tightly to his chest.

It outlines the terrifying explosive power hidden beneath the broad back.

8:14.

Wanzhou is about to wake up.

There's really no time left.

Chen Yuan raised his right hand.

His slender fingers gripped the custom-made watch strap worth millions on his left wrist.

The metal snap made a slight clicking sound.

The watch strap has come loose.

The eagle took a half step back, its blood boiling with excitement.

He knew all too well what this action meant.

When this Asura, standing at the very top of the dark web, took off his watch.

This means that he has completely torn away the disguise of a civilized businessman.

The killing begins now.

Looking at the dark gun barrels, Chen Yuan took off his expensive watch and threw it on the container, his body exuding a terrifying killing intent that seemed to be tangible: "You delayed my wife's meal time, you wouldn't have enough lives to pay for it even if you had a hundred."