Super Rich: Starting the game by going back ten years to buy Bitcoin

"Dad! Bring men to Wangjiang Tower! Bring men now! Your son has been beaten to a pulp!!!"

After Chen Fei finished shouting this sentence at the top of his lungs, the phone slipped from his trembling fingers and smashed among the broken pieces of wood on the ground. He was panting heavily, his chest heaving violently, and his once slicked-back hair was now a mess of soup and blood.

He propped himself up on one side, clinging tightly to a broken chair leg with his intact left hand, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Li Yichen, who sat in the main seat, his gaze filled with resentment.

"You're finished, you're absolutely finished today!" Chen Fei sneered maniacally, spitting out blood. "You messed with me in H City, I'll make sure you rot in jail! And you lot, once my dad gets this kid in, let's see who can protect you then!"

The fat henchman also got up from the ground, hid behind Chen Fei, and pointed at Li Yichen, yelling, "Did you hear that! Commander Chen is coming soon! Once the special forces are deployed, you won't be able to escape!"

The diners who hadn't yet completely fled the second-floor hall huddled in a corner, looking at Li Yichen with increasing disdain, as if he were a dead man.

Li Yichen didn't even glance at Chen Fei in the ruins. He picked up his teacup, blew away the tea leaves floating on top, and slowly took a sip.

The restaurant manager, trembling, carried a large tray up the stairs.

On the tray is a freshly cooked squirrel-shaped mandarin fish, steaming hot, its sweet and sour aroma filling the air.

The manager's legs were shaking so badly that he could barely put the plate down when he walked to Li Yichen's table. The plate kept clattering against the table.

"Sir... your squirrel mandarin fish." The manager stammered, then fled to the corner of the stairs as if escaping.

Li Yichen picked up his chopsticks, placed a piece of fish on the bone plate in front of Miaomiao, and said gently, "Miaomiao, eat the fish, be careful it's hot."

The little girl had stopped crying and was staring curiously at the golden and crispy fried fish. She picked up a small spoon, scooped up a bite, and put it in her mouth, chewing it with relish.

Liu Xue sat to Li Yichen's left, rolled up the sleeves of her silk dress to reveal her fair and slender wrists.

She put on disposable plastic gloves, picked out the largest shrimp from the plate of boiled prawns next to her, and skillfully peeled off the shell and removed the vein.

She dipped the translucent shrimp meat in soy sauce and placed it on the plate in front of Li Yichen with a smile.

"These shrimp look pretty fresh, why don't you try some?" Liu Xue's voice was very soft, completely unaffected by the tense atmosphere around her.

Ji Yanran picked up a piece of West Lake Vinegar Fish with her chopsticks, took a bite, and frowned slightly: "There's a bit too much vinegar, and the cooking isn't quite right either. It's far worse than what our chef makes."

"Exactly, this century-old shop's reputation is nothing special." Liu Xiaoyu chimed in while munching on a beggar's chicken leg.

The group of people ate their meal chatting and laughing, completely ignoring Chen Fei, who was lying in the ruins next to them shouting.

In their eyes, that so-called senior colonel was utterly insignificant. Even the president of the United States was extorted for eight million tons of ore by Li Yichen; what was a mere colonel from a local military region?

Seeing this, Chen Fei was so angry he almost spat out another mouthful of blood.

He thought that if he revealed his name, the other party would be so scared that he would kneel down and beg for mercy. But instead of running away, the other party was leisurely peeling and eating shrimp right in front of him.

"Keep pretending! Keep pretending!" Chen Fei cursed through gritted teeth. "Let's see if you can still take it when the special forces' gun barrels are pointed at your heads!"

Time passed by, second by second.

Less than twenty minutes.

A screeching sound of tires rubbing against the ground rang out outside Wangjiang Tower.

Immediately afterwards, a series of heavy sounds of car doors opening and closing came, followed by the rhythmic thud of military boots hitting the ground like a dense drumbeat, approaching from afar.

Diners in the second-floor hall all leaned out the windows to look down, and after just one glance, they all gasped in shock.

Outside the gate of Wangjiang Tower, four military green Mengshi off-road vehicles were parked across the middle of the road, completely blocking the entire street.

More than twenty fully armed soldiers jumped out of the vehicle, carrying gleaming black automatic rifles, and swiftly set up a cordon, directly blocking all entrances and exits of the restaurant.

A middle-aged man dressed in a crisp military uniform, with two bars and four stars on his shoulders, pushed open the car door and strode into the restaurant.

His face was ashen, and he exuded a chilling aura of someone who had long held a high position.

"Seal off the scene! Not a single fly is allowed to escape!" the middle-aged man shouted sternly.

The soldiers, guns in hand, split into two lines and rushed up the stairs to the second floor.

The heavy military boots creaked loudly on the wooden stairs. The diners on the second floor were so frightened that they huddled in a corner, covering their heads and not daring to breathe.

Colonel Chen, surrounded by a group of soldiers, walked up to the second-floor hall. His gaze swept across the room and immediately fell upon his son, who was lying amidst a pile of broken tables and chairs, his head and face covered in blood.

"Fei'er!" Colonel Chen's eyes twitched, and he rushed over in three steps, squatting down to help Chen Fei up.

Seeing his son's swollen face and the few teeth that had fallen out into the blood, Colonel Chen's breathing became heavy. In this city of H, his son, Chen Daguo, had actually been beaten to this state!

"Dad...you're finally here..." When Chen Fei saw that his support had arrived, the strength he had been holding on for finally gave way, and tears mixed with blood streamed down his face.

He stretched out his intact left hand and pointed it firmly at Li Yichen, who was sitting not far away eating.

"It's him! Dad, it's that bastard! He not only broke Xiao Li and the others' legs, but he also beat me up like this! You need to get the special forces to kill him right now!" Chen Fei roared hysterically.

Chen Daguo followed his son's finger and looked at the young man in the black windbreaker.

The man was slowly and methodically wiping the grease off his fingers with a tissue. Several women sat nearby, not even glancing at him, a colonel.

Chen Daguo was furious but laughed. He stood up and strode over to Li Yichen's table.

The dozen or so soldiers behind him immediately raised their automatic rifles, their dark muzzles pointing directly at Li Yichen, Ji Yanran, and the others.

The cold, metallic sheen was particularly glaring under the restaurant's warm yellow lights, and a strong smell of gunpowder permeated the air.

"How dare you!" Chen Daguo stared at Li Yichen, his voice low. "On my turf, you severely injured my son, and now that the army is surrounding us, you're still sitting here eating?"

Li Yichen tossed the tissue he'd used to wipe his hands into the trash can, looked up, and said calmly, "His breath stinks, so I just cleaned it for him. What, you have a problem with that?"

"You're asking for death!" Chen Daguo was furious, and the veins on his forehead bulged.

He didn't even bother to ask about the cause and course of events, and directly reached for the holster on his waist.

With a click, Chen Daguo drew his sidearm, released the safety, and pressed the dark muzzle directly against Li Yichen's forehead.

"Cuff this thug!" Chen Daguo roared at the soldiers behind him. "If he dares to resist, shoot him on the spot!"

Two fierce-looking soldiers immediately pulled out gleaming handcuffs, strode forward, and reached out to grab Li Yichen's shoulders.

Ji Yanran sat down beside him, put down her chopsticks, and looked at Chen Daguo as if he were an idiot. Liu Xue didn't even look up, continuing to pick fish bones from Miaomiao's bones.

At this distance, let alone a few automatic rifles, even if Chen Daguo fired directly, Li Yichen's nano armor could form absolute defense within 0.01 seconds, reflecting all the bullets back.

This group of people had no idea what kind of monster they were pointing guns at.

Li Yichen swallowed the last bite of shrimp in his mouth, picked up his teacup, and rinsed his mouth.

He slowly stood up, completely ignoring the two soldiers who stepped forward.

"Handcuff me?" Li Yichen reached into the inside pocket of his windbreaker and rummaged through it with his fingers.

Chen Daguo, thinking he was about to draw his weapon, immediately pushed the gun forward and shouted sternly, "Take your hand out! Don't move!"

Li Yichen ignored him, took his hand out of his pocket, and held a small, dark gold notebook between his fingers.

With a flick of his wrist, the dark gold notebook traced an arc in mid-air and landed precisely in front of Chen Daguo's gleaming military boot with a snap.

"You're not high enough rank." Li Yichen put his hands in his pockets and looked down at the furious colonel.

Chen Daguo paused for a moment. He looked down at the small notebook at his feet.

The cover is dark gold, printed with the national emblem of the Great Xia military. The material doesn't feel like ordinary leather, but rather a special material with a very high texture.

Chen Daguo frowned and gestured for the soldier next to him to step back. He bent down, picked up the document, and opened it.

On the inside of the ID card, on the left is an ID photo of Li Yichen that looks excessively young, wearing a crisp military uniform.

Several lines of text are clearly printed on the right:

Name: Li Yichen

Military rank: Major General

Positions: Special Advisor to the Supreme Strategic Security Committee of Great Xia, Honorary Academician of the Chinese Academy of Sciences of Great Xia, Commander-in-Chief of the Great Xia Space Force

Chen Daguo stared intently at the words "Major General," his eye muscles twitching violently a few times.

He looked up at the young man standing in front of him, who was at most twenty-five or twenty-six years old, and then looked down at the documents in his hand.

After a brief pause, Chen Daguo suddenly burst into wild laughter.

Laughter echoed in the second-floor lobby, laced with mockery and disdain.

"Major General? A twenty-five-year-old Major General?" Chen Daguo slapped the dark gold badge in his hand, looking at Li Yichen as if he were an idiot.

Chen Daguo spent thirty years in the army, shedding blood and risking his life, before finally reaching the rank of senior colonel at the age of fifty.

In the peaceful times of the Great Xia Dynasty, promotion to the rank of general was harder than climbing to heaven. Every major general you randomly picked was at least fifty years old, an old general with gray hair.

This kid in front of me, barely out of his teens, dares to impersonate a major general with some tattered notebook? Or some lousy commander-in-chief of the Space Force? When did Great Xia even have a Space Force?

"Are you out of your mind, kid, or have you gone mad from watching too many sci-fi movies?" Chen Daguo casually threw his ID card on the ground and stomped on it twice with his toe.

"You forged a military officer's ID without even preparing a draft! And instead of buying a legitimate fake ID, you gave it a dark gold cover—do you think this is some kind of game where you get loot?"

Lying in the rubble, Chen Fei heard this and burst into wild laughter, tearing at the wounds on his face and hissing in pain, but still cursing, "Dad, this grandson is a madman! He's impersonating a high-ranking national general, that's an even bigger crime!"

Chen Daguo's smile vanished, replaced by an increasingly ferocious expression. He raised his gun again, the muzzle locked firmly against Li Yichen's forehead.

"Let me tell you, not only will you go to jail for intentional assault, I'll also send you to a military court for forging a military officer's ID and impersonating a high-ranking general! You'll never get out of there for the rest of your life!"

Chen Daguo waved his hand and gave a death order to the soldiers behind him: "What are you all standing there for! Take him by force! If he dares to move an inch, break his legs!"

A dozen soldiers simultaneously pulled back their rifle bolts, the sound of bullets being chambered ringing out clearly. The two soldiers with handcuffs approached again, reaching out to twist Li Yichen's arms behind his back.

The air was thick with tension, and all the diners closed their eyes, fearing they would witness a scene of carnage at any moment.

Li Yichen looked at the dark gold ID card on the ground with a footprint on it and sighed.

"I originally wanted to interact with you as an ordinary person, but since you insist on going through the proper procedures..."

Li Yichen raised his hand and pointed to the military-grade encrypted communication terminal hanging on Chen Daguo's waist.

"Okay, now use the internal network to look up this ID number. I'll give you one minute."