Handong: Sha Li wants political achievements? I'll shut down the entire province.

The sound waves were deafening at Lingxiao Commercial Plaza.

Liang Lu's heart-wrenching cries as she slumped on the stone steps were like a drop of water thrown into a boiling pot, instantly swallowed up by the frenzied voices of the crowd.

Lin Feng strode down from the podium.

Two rows of bodyguards in black suits bulldozed through the frenzied crowd, carving a path through the chaos.

He loosened the Windsor knot around his neck and took a deep breath of the cold air.

The bloodthirsty flame in his eyes burned ever brighter.

"Brother Feng! You're awesome!"

The fat man squeezed into the van like a ball of flesh, his face glistening with excitement.

"With Master Yan's massive investment of tens of billions, we now hold the sword of Damocles! Who will be the first to be struck?"

Lin Feng leaned back in the leather chair and took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it.

"Handong Mining Plant No. 3"

He exhaled a puff of smoke, his voice icy cold, "Drive."

The fat man paused for a moment, then scratched his head.

"Factory No. 3? That's a long-established state-owned enterprise. Factory Director Zhao was even commended in the provincial newspaper back in the day. This is a tough nut to crack."

Lin Feng didn't respond.

He pulled out a worn-out old leather wallet from his inner pocket.

Inside, tucked away, was a yellowed remittance slip with frayed edges.

The two characters “胜天” (meaning “to overcome Heaven”) are powerful and penetrating.

Others may not know who this is, but Lin Feng knows it perfectly well.

The dull gunshot at Lone Eagle Ridge back then not only shattered Qi Tongwei's head.

It also shattered Lin Feng's last remaining illusions about the world.

He knew it all too well.

Qi Tongwei wanted to "defy fate by half a move" and desperately climbed to the top, but what was the result?

Hou Liangping, Sha Ruijin, and their ilk of high-ranking "gods" used a cannibalistic system of rules to force him into a corner.

What disgusted Lin Feng the most was...

Once Qi Tongwei fell, those dogs that usually fawned over him turned on him and bit him more fiercely than anyone else.

Old Zhao from the Third Mining Plant of Handong was the first mad dog to lead the attack.

To show his loyalty to Sha Ruijin.

Old Zhao fabricated more than a dozen pieces of incriminating evidence overnight, dragging Qi Tongwei into an abyss of no return.

"The old system was cannibalistic; God was unjust."

Lin Feng's fingers, holding the cigarette, tightened slightly, his knuckles turning white.

"Then I'll borrow Master Yan's resources and fangs to chew these hypocritical immortals to pieces, bones and all!"

The van sped along and drove straight into the dilapidated gate of Handong Mining Plant No. 3.

In the chairman's office.

Old Zhao was holding a purple clay teapot, bragging to the two deputy factory directors about what he had seen and heard at the provincial party committee meeting the previous night.

The door was kicked open violently from the outside with a loud bang.

"Who the hell is so blind...?"

Old Zhao's words were cut off halfway through his rant.

Lin Feng walked in, wearing leather shoes and expressionless.

Four burly Lingxiao legal professionals followed behind him and locked the door from the inside.

"You...you're Lin Feng from TV?"

Old Zhao put down the purple clay teapot, frowned, and adopted the stern demeanor of an elder.

"Trying to cause trouble here? Do you even know where this is?! It's a key enterprise listed by the provincial party committee!"

Lin Feng ignored him.

He walked up to the large boss's desk and casually tossed a thick acquisition contract onto it.

The paper slid across the mahogany tabletop, making a harsh, scraping sound.

"Director Zhao, enough with the nonsense."

Lin Feng placed his hands on the edge of the table, looking down at him.

"The three factories are insolvent, and the Lingxiao Consortium is officially taking over today. Sign the papers."

Old Zhao slammed his hand on the table and stood up as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world.

"Bullshit! You think you can take over my factory with just a few stinking bucks?"

He pointed at Lin Feng's nose, spitting everywhere.

"I can just make a call to the municipal party committee, and the police will arrest you bunch of robbers in no time!"

Lin Feng chuckled, pulled over a chair, sat down, and crossed his legs.

"Hit me, hit me now. I'm waiting."

Old Zhao gritted his teeth, grabbed the landline on the table, and quickly dialed a number.

A few seconds later, his expression changed.

There was only a lifeless dial tone on the phone.

Unconvinced, he took out his personal cell phone and called an acquaintance at the municipal party committee.

"Hey? Old Liu! The Lingxiao Consortium is here to cause trouble, you'd better hurry..."

"beep--"

Upon hearing the words "Lingxiao Consortium," the person on the other end reacted as if struck by a hot iron, instantly hanging up.

When I called back, the phone was switched off.

Old Zhao's hand, which was holding the phone, began to tremble uncontrollably.

He finally realized that the world outside had truly changed.

"Finished?"

Lin Feng flicked his cigarette ash, looking at him like he was looking at a dead dog.

"Ten minutes ago, the Cloud System locked all of your three factories' working capital accounts."

"Your upstream and downstream suppliers are currently blocking your warehouse door, trying to take goods to pay off their debts."

Old Zhao's legs went weak, and he fell back into the boss's chair with a "thump".

The color drained from his face, leaving it as white as if it had been plastered with a layer of paint.

"Thirty seconds. If you don't sign, your whole family will be begging on the streets tomorrow."

Lin Feng pushed the pen forward, his tone cold.

That ruthless, no-holds-barred spirit is like that deity sitting atop the Lingxiao Tower.

Old Zhao completely broke down.

With trembling hands, he grabbed a pen and scrawled his name on the contract.

After signing the document, he collapsed onto the table, panting heavily, like a deflated balloon.

Lin Feng snatched the contract, didn't even glance at it, and handed it directly to the legal representative behind him.

He walked over to Old Zhao, bent down, and lowered his voice.

"Director Zhao, back when you climbed up by stepping on Qi Tongwei's corpse."

Lin Feng's voice was like a chilling wind drifting from hell.

"You never thought you'd be treated like an ant, something to be crushed at will, did you?"

Old Zhao suddenly raised his head, his eyes widening in horror.

"How...how did you know...?"

Lin Feng didn't give him a chance to ask questions.

He turned and strode out of the office.

This kind of scum from the old era doesn't even deserve a second glance from him.

As night falls, the lights are on.

The skyline of Gyeongju is illuminated by colorful neon lights.

In front of the exclusive floor-to-ceiling windows on the 80th floor of the Lingxiao Building.

Lin Feng poured two glasses of strong vodka.

He picked up one of the glasses and flicked his wrist slightly.

A spicy, clear liquid poured down, splashing a dark puddle on the carpet.

"Director Qi, I've finished the game of chess you didn't complete back then."

Lin Feng tilted his head back and drank the rest of the glass of wine in one gulp.

The strong liquor burned down his throat, choking him until his eyes turned red.

He looked out the window at the city that Master Yan had completely trampled under his feet, and a fanatical smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"You lost to fate."

"But now, our Lord Yan is the new ruler of Handong."

The tragedies of the old era have long since become the nourishment for the rise of new capitalist behemoths.

In this dog-eat-dog world, only those who hold the power have the right to follow the rules.

Just as Lin Feng was immersed in the pleasure of revenge and control.

The mahogany door behind them was suddenly pushed open.

The fat man rushed in as if his backside was on fire, panting heavily.

He didn't even bother to wipe the sweat from his nose, clutching a tablet computer tightly in his hand.

"Brother Feng! Stop drinking! Something terrible has happened!"

The fat man snatched the empty wine glass from Lin Feng's hand and stomped his feet in frustration.

Lin Feng frowned and turned around.

"What's the panic? The sky won't fall. With Master Yan here, no one in Handong can turn the tide."

"Not Handong! It's the South!"

The fat man shoved the tablet hard in front of Lin Feng's face, his voice cracking.

"Ma Tengyun, that e-commerce guy from Hangzhou, just now forcibly shut down all e-commerce transaction hubs in our province!"