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

Su Jianxin's cold laugh hadn't completely dissipated in the air yet.

The scene shows the main elevator shaft of the Lingxiao Building descending with a strong, weightless wind.

Three hundred meters below the surface, a top-secret laboratory in the clouds.

The heavy titanium alloy hatch slid open, and a chilling white cloud of liquid nitrogen billowed out.

The hissing sound of the pressure relief valve escaping was sharp and painful to the eardrums.

The temperature inside the elevator instantly dropped below zero.

Su Jianxin had just taken half a step when he suddenly sneezed loudly.

The cold air rushed straight into my lungs through my nasal cavity, and every breath felt like ice crystals forming in my trachea, making my alveoli ache from the cold.

He quickly pulled his expensive suit jacket tighter, his teeth chattering uncontrollably.

"What the hell is this place? How can a living person stay here?"

Su Jianxin rubbed his hands, which were covered in goosebumps, while cursing under his breath.

A figure resembling a wild man was crouching in front of the holographic control console.

Qin Wushuang is a top-tier physics madman whom Yan Qingfeng risked 5 billion to protect.

Qin Wushuang was wearing a white coat whose original color was indistinguishable, and her hair was greasy and matted.

He reeked of the sour smell of sweat from not having showered for half a month.

The stench, amplified by the laboratory's cold air, wafted straight into people's nostrils, making Su Jianxin's stomach churn.

"Computing power! I need more computing power!"

Qin Wushuang stared intently at the screen with his eyes bloodshot and his fingers pounded the mechanical keyboard as if in a spasm.

The keyboard switches made a dry, crackling sound.

His Adam's apple bobbed violently as he swallowed a mouthful of thick, bitter saliva.

The pads of all ten fingers turned pale from being pressed so hard with excitement.

"Yunxiao AI, allocate all the remaining 30% of your idle computing power!"

Qin Wushuang roared hoarsely, his voice sounding like two rusty iron plates grinding against each other.

"Just one billion more simulations are needed to close the loop on the redundancy of the magnetic confinement loop!"

Yan Qingfeng wore a perfectly wrinkle-free black shirt, and his leather shoes made no sound when they stepped on the anti-static floor.

He stopped behind Qin Wushuang, his gaze, devoid of any human warmth, sweeping across the screen.

"I'll give you plenty of computing power." Yan Qingfeng's thin lips parted, his voice colder than the liquid nitrogen in the room.

"But I only care about the results. If you don't get this fire going today, you'll never leave this bunker for the rest of your life."

Qin Wushuang suddenly turned around.

A maniacal laugh stretched across his sallow face, tanned by radiation.

The flesh on his face trembled, and the blood vessels in his eyes looked like they were about to swallow his pupils.

"Master Yan, with the terrifying brain of Yunxiao AI, I've performed 60,000 simulations in the past two weeks!"

Qin Wushuang opened his cracked and bleeding lips and exhaled a foul-smelling breath.

"The blueprints are sealed! The magnetic field is absolutely stable! Even if the heavens try to stop me today, I can still carve out this artificial sun for you!"

Yan Qingfeng didn't avoid the stench; he simply raised his chin.

"start."

Qin Wushuang stretched out her right hand, trembling.

That hand, which had been holding a welding torch for years, was covered in calluses, and now it was shaking like someone with Parkinson's disease.

He pressed his thumb firmly on the large red physical button on the main control panel.

"Click".

The spring is pressed down, and the button is exposed.

The lights in the entire massive underground space, 300 meters underground, went out instantly.

In the deathly darkness, only the muffled roar of the liquid cooling unit could be heard.

next second.

Inside the massive core chamber of the miniature reactor, a faint blue light suddenly burst forth without warning!

The blinding cold light instantly pierced through the half-meter-thick radiation-proof glass, turning the entire laboratory a ghastly blue.

"boom--"

A deep, soul-stirring frequency vibrated wildly within the sealed chamber.

Even the alloy partitions on the explosion-proof wall were shaken and emitted a slight "humming" sound.

"Plasma temperature surpasses 100 million degrees! Magnetic confinement field is 100% stable!"

Qin Wushuang's knees buckled, and she knelt down in front of the control panel with a thud.

His kneecap hit the steel plate, but he didn't feel the slightest bit of pain.

He clung tightly to the metal pillar with both hands, two streams of murky tears mixed with the grease on his face streaming down.

Salty tears streamed into his chapped lips, making him wince in pain.

"It's done... Master Yan! The prototype of controlled nuclear fusion has been successfully ignited!"

Yan Qingfeng stood with his hands behind his back in front of the glass, the cold blue light shining on his sharply defined profile.

Like a tyrant wielding divine punishment.

Su Jianxin stood behind, staring at the dark blue fireball, and felt a sudden chill run down his spine.

A tingling electric current shot through my spine, and every hair on my body stood on end.

His throat was dry, and he pushed up his reflective gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose with trembling fingers.

"Master Yan... if this gets any more heated, all those old capitalists around the world who rely on drilling oil wells to leech off others will be going to hell today."

Su Jianxin's voice changed tone, and his mask of a refined scoundrel could no longer be maintained.

Yan Qingfeng turned his head and looked at Hua Linglong, who was connected to the holographic screen.

Hua Linglong was sitting in the media control room, her fingers, painted with black nail polish, flying rapidly.

"Hua Linglong, record the real-time data of the core module."

Yan Qingfeng's tone was calm, yet it revealed a ruthless intent to eliminate all threats.

"Send the package to international energy giants. Copies should be sent to Wall Street, and those few secretive European families."

"Understood, Master Yan."

Hua Linglong parted her red lips slightly and pressed the final confirmation button.

"High-frequency encrypted email has been sent. Ten seconds countdown, let's see how they die."

Across the ocean, deep in the European Alps.

Inside the Rothschild family's castle, the pine wood in the fireplace is still crackling.

Old Loeb was so agitated by the mining rights issue in Country T that he was kneeling on the carpet and dry heaving.

Having just received a heart stimulant from her private doctor, she leaned back weakly in the expensive velvet armchair.

He was breathing heavily, his chest heaving violently like a bellows.

"Mr. Loeb, an urgent telegram has arrived from Wall Street..."

The assistant, his face ashen, scrambled into the study.

My hands were shaking so badly that I almost dropped the tablet on the floor.

"What's wrong now! What kind of trouble has that madman Yan Qingfeng caused this time?!"

Old Leb was so angry that he slammed his hand on the armrest, his palm throbbing with pain.

The assistant swallowed hard, his bladder tightening with fear.

"Yan... Yan Qingfeng has ignited controlled nuclear fusion."

"They sent real-time data packets, which have been verified by the global physics community; they are genuine."

These words were like a poisoned hammer, striking old Loeb squarely on the temple.

He felt a loud "buzz" in his head.

Suddenly, a large area in front of me went black.

On the huge screen in the study.

The candlestick charts for global oil futures are crashing at an alarmingly rapid pace.

three minutes.

In just three minutes, the red curve that represented countless riches looked like a dead snake with its spine broken.

Plunging straight into an abyss!

The trillions of dollars of energy capital tied to old money families and Wall Street throughout Europe.

Within those three minutes, it instantly turned into a pile of invisible electronic bubbles.

"No...this is impossible..."

Old Loeb clenched his teeth so tightly that it made a gritty "clucking" sound.

It seemed as if all the blood in his body had been completely drained in that instant.

A terrifying, stabbing pain shot through my heart.

It was as if a barbed iron claw had pierced his chest cavity, squeezing and crushing his heart.

"Ugh—"

Old Leb squeezed out a hoarse scream.

He clutched his left chest tightly with both hands, his ten withered fingers squeezing his expensive shirt into a crumpled mess.

My thigh muscles were twitching and cramping violently, making it impossible for me to sit up.

He slumped straight off the chair like a dying old dog.

"Bang!"

The old man's forehead struck the marble in front of the fireplace, leaving a red mark.

He lay sprawled on the expensive carpet, his mouth agape like a fish out of water.

Saliva mixed with bile dripped down the corners of his mouth, accompanied by a series of gasping sounds.

The focus shifts back to the Handong Laboratory, 300 meters underground.

The reactor emitted a deep rumble that sent shivers down one's spine.

Yan Qingfeng quietly watched the blue light that represented human energy.

The hem of the suit jacket rattled loudly in the strong wind blew from the exhaust fan.

Su Jianxin stared at the dismal red decline on the stock market, his cheek muscles trembling with excitement.

"Master Yan, you've really fallen flat! Trillions of dollars have vanished just like that!"

Yan Qingfeng's eyes remained completely unmoved.

He straightened his cuffs and parted his thin lips slightly.

"The era of oil has come to a complete end today."

Yan Qingfeng's voice, traveling along the holographic communication frequency band, coldly reached the ears of every executive.

"Hua Linglong, spread the word."

Yan Qingfeng paused, his tone brimming with arrogance.

"From today onwards, the world's energy lifeline will be settled using my Lingxiao Points."

"I bet those turbaned tycoons from the Middle East are now so busy hiring planes to come to Handong and kowtow that it feels too slow, right?"