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

A few hours later, a Boeing private jet landed smoothly at Gyeongju International Airport.

The hatch opened and the gangway was lowered.

A dozen or so burly Blackwater bodyguards wearing sunglasses were the first to disembark from the plane and lined up in two rows on either side of the passageway.

Young Master Chen, wearing an expensive trench coat, walked at the front with a gloomy face.

Closely following behind him was Lu Ze, the top celebrity in the Chinese entertainment industry.

Even when things were really urgent, this kid didn't forget to use hair gel to style his hair into a Korean-style middle part, and he put on a pair of aviator sunglasses.

"Young Master Chen, please don't be so angry."

As Lu Ze walked, he reached out and adjusted the silver necklace on his chest.

"Handong is a small place after all. Our fans in the Beijing circle are an iron army. When we get out of the airport, the screams will surely scare that guy surnamed Yan out of his wits."

In his memory, no matter which city he went to, the airport arrival gate was always packed with people.

Those crazy little girls can even break glass doors.

Young Master Chen snorted coldly and ignored him.

He came to Handong full of pent-up anger, hoping to use the fans' influence to give the Lingxiao Consortium a taste of their own medicine.

The group walked out of the VIP channel with their heads held high and went straight into the arrival hall.

Lu Ze habitually raised his chin, raised his right hand in preparation for waving, and put on his signature fake smile that he had practiced thousands of times.

Three seconds passed.

The lobby was so quiet that you could hear the rustling of the luggage cart wheels.

There were no fans holding up light sticks, and no paparazzi with long lenses.

There wasn't even a single passerby to join the fun.

Only one middle-aged woman in a cleaning uniform walked past them with a mop.

The middle-aged woman rolled her eyes, muttered "What are you blocking the way for?", and dragged the dirty water directly onto Lu Ze's brand-name sneakers.

Lu Ze's hand froze in mid-air, his smile completely frozen on his face.

"What... what's going on?"

He took off his sunglasses and stared incredulously at the empty hall.

Young Master Chen's face instantly turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

He turned and stared intently at his assistant behind him, his back teeth grinding together.

"Where are they? Didn't you say you organized five thousand fans to greet them at the airport?!"

The assistant was sweating profusely, holding the phone in both hands, his hands trembling like a sieve.

"We can't get in touch with Young Master Chen!"

He opened the interfaces of several social media apps, and they were all filled with red exclamation marks.

"The Lingxiao System has completely blocked all our underlying data! All fan support groups within Handong have been forcibly disbanded; they have no idea we landed today!"

Young Master Chen snatched the phone and glanced at the glaringly blank screen.

With a loud "bang," he slammed his folding phone, worth tens of thousands of yuan, onto the marble floor, smashing it to pieces.

"That bitch Hua Linglong, she really dares to rule all over Handong!"

Young Master Chen tugged at his tie, his chest heaving violently.

He's been a big shot in Beijing since he was a child, when has he ever suffered such a loss in silence?

"Captain Shen!" Young Master Chen turned around and shouted angrily at the head of the bodyguards.

"Yes, Young Master Chen." Shen Pojun's retired special forces soldier, now the captain of the Blackwater Security Team, immediately stepped forward.

"Book the most luxurious hotel in Jingzhou! Book the entire top floor!"

Young Master Chen gritted his teeth, "Let's settle down first. I want to see just how capable the Lingxiao Consortium really is!"

Captain Shen immediately took out his phone and skillfully opened the ride-hailing app and hotel booking app.

A few minutes later, this towering man had a layer of fine sweat on his forehead.

"Young Master Chen... this is strange."

Captain Shen turned his phone screen around, his face grim.

"All the ride-hailing platforms on the market show 'reject order' as soon as I enter my personal information."

"I just flagged down two taxis, and as soon as the drivers saw our photo pop up on their infotainment screens, they sped off."

Young Master Chen was stunned.

Ride-hailing services not assigning orders? Taxi drivers refusing passengers?

"They've even taken control of the transit payment terminals in Handong?"

"It's not just the cars." Captain Shen swallowed hard. "The reservation systems for all the star-rated hotels have given us a red alert. The message says..."

"What are you saying! Read it!"

The notice stated that we were considered "unwelcome persons in Handong Province" and were prohibited from providing any services.

These words were like a resounding slap across Young Master Chen's face.

He, a dignified prince of Beijing, carries bank cards worth billions in his pocket.

As a result, in this area of ​​Handong, it was impossible to even hail a car or book a room!

"Bullshit! I have plenty of cash!"

Young Master Chen was furious and pointed towards the gate.

"Go find one of those unlicensed trucks that haul goods! Hire them for ten times the price! Drive them straight to the Jingzhou Grand Hotel, I'll throw money at them right there, let's see who dares not let me stay!"

Half an hour later.

Two dilapidated bread carts, reeking of a strong fishy smell, were parked at the magnificent entrance of the Jingzhou Hotel.

Young Master Chen crawled out of the car, covering his nose. His expensive suit was covered in dust, and he looked extremely disheveled.

Lu Ze covered his mouth and dry heaved by the roadside, tears streaming down his face.

The group stormed into the hotel lobby.

Seeing this, the lobby manager immediately came forward, maintaining a professional smile.

"Gentlemen, do you have any reservations?"

"Book a few presidential suites, the top floor ones."

Too lazy to waste words, Young Master Chen simply pulled out a Centurion Black Gold Card and slammed it hard on the marble tabletop at the front desk.

"Money is not a problem, just hurry up."

The receptionist took the ID card with both hands and swiped it on the machine.

"Beep beep beep—"

A piercing alarm instantly blared in the quiet lobby, and the front desk computer screen turned completely red.

The little girl glanced at the screen, and the smile on her face immediately disappeared.

She pushed her ID and black card back onto the table, her tone icy.

"Sorry, Mr. Chen, Mr. Lu. System notification: You have been added to the Handong service industry blacklist."

"This hotel is unable to process your check-in. Please leave."

Young Master Chen's eye twitched, and he slammed his hand on the counter.

"Blacklist? Who's your boss?! Get him out here!"

"I have hundreds of millions in this card! Your hotel doesn't want to stay in business, does it?!"

The manager stepped forward and stood in front of the young girl, neither humble nor arrogant.

"Young Master Chen, our hotel is a property controlled by the Lingxiao Consortium. Not only us, but if you walk out of this door now, no legitimate hotel in the entire Jingzhou would dare to accommodate you."

The manager pointed to the security camera at the entrance, a mocking smile playing on his lips.

"Your payment account has been unilaterally frozen by 'Yunxiao Financial Network'. In Handong, your card cannot be used to make a single penny."

Young Master Chen was struck dumb, frozen in place.

He turned around abruptly and looked at Lu Ze's assistant.

"Go! Go to the convenience store across the street and buy a bottle of water. Scan your code!"

The assistant quickly ran out the door, rushed into the convenience store across the street, and grabbed a bottle of Evian mineral water.

I just scanned the payment code.

A large, dark gold dialog box immediately popped up on the phone screen.

[This account has been restricted from spending within Handong Province due to financial transactions with Starlight Media.]

The convenience store owner looked at him like he was a thief and snatched the bottled water away.

"Why scan a code if you don't have money? Get out, get out!"

The assistant ran back dejectedly, shaking his head in despair at Young Master Chen.

"Young Master Chen...it's all locked up. We're completely unregistered in Handong now."

I couldn't get a taxi, I couldn't find a hotel, and I couldn't even pay for a bottle of water.

Yan Qingfeng didn't even show his face, but he used an omnipresent underlying system to trap these powerful and wealthy people from the capital in this steel jungle.

In late autumn in Jingzhou, the cold wind swept through the streets like a knife.

Lu Ze was wearing a thin casual suit and was shivering from the cold.

He looked at his dusty designer trench coat, then at the stares of those around him, as if they were looking at a monkey, and his mental defenses completely crumbled.

"Young Master Chen, shall we go back?"

With a sob in his voice, Lu Ze cautiously tugged at Young Master Chen's sleeve.

"This Handong is too weird, there's not even a place to stay, we can't just sleep on the street..."

"Shut up!"

Young Master Chen suddenly turned his head, his eyes bloodshot, like a wild beast forced to the edge of a cliff.

As a powerful prince of Beijing's elite circle, if he were to slink back home with his tail between his legs today...

From then on, in that circle in Beijing, his name, Young Master Chen, became a complete joke!

"Bang!"

Young Master Chen suddenly raised his foot and kicked a stainless steel trash can on the side of the road, sending it flying.

The trash was scattered all over the ground, making a jarring crashing sound.

He pointed at the towering skyscraper in the city center, his facial muscles contorted with rage.

He screamed hysterically at the Blackwater bodyguards behind him.

"To the Lingxiao Building! Even if I have to lead my men and force my way in, I'll tear that building down!"