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

That dark blue nuclear fusion glow only illuminated three hundred meters underground in Handong.

However, the chilling aura it emitted traveled through fiber optic cables and radio waves, directly freezing the global financial market.

The oil market crashed.

Trillions of dollars worth of energy futures were turned into a pile of stinking digital garbage in just three minutes.

This panic is like a tangible, sultry, low-pressure system.

It's like a suffocating cloud hanging over the heads of every oil-producing country in the world, ruthlessly depriving everyone of their right to breathe.

In the royal conference room on the top floor of the Burj Khalifa in Dubai.

The central air conditioning was clearly set to a constant temperature of 24 degrees Celsius.

But the crown princes, sitting on the leather sofas, were soaked in cold sweat.

The pure white, expensive robe clung tightly to the back of his head, damp and clinging to his back.

The cold wind made people shiver all over, and their teeth chattered uncontrollably.

"Quick! Prepare the plane! Head to Handong!"

The string of small-leaf sandalwood prayer beads that the old king had been handling for over a decade snapped in two with a "crack".

The round beads hit the marble floor, rolling and bouncing around with a crisp sound that made one's heart race.

"Bring all the land deeds in the national treasury! Bring the titles and certificates for the lithium and gold mines! Bring them all!"

Less than two hours later, the airspace alarms at Hantong International Airport blared loudly.

Seventy-eight luxurious private jets, completely disregarding international airspace control agreements.

Like a flock of fat ducks with their tails burned, they recklessly forced their way onto the runway in Handong.

The rubber tires rubbed wildly against the asphalt road, and a pungent, burnt smell instantly filled the air.

The lobby on the first floor of the Lingxiao Building at this time.

The central air conditioning system continued to blast cold air without any emotion, keeping the temperature locked at sixteen degrees Celsius.

This group of oil tycoons usually pave their way with pure gold and act high and mighty on the international stage.

Now they're huddled together like middle-aged women scrambling for discounted cabbage at the market, utterly devoid of dignity.

Dozens of people were pressed together, their expensive suits and white robes squeezed together like wrinkled dried pickled vegetables.

A strange smell permeated the hall.

Those were custom-made cologne and agarwood incense costing tens of thousands of US dollars per bottle.

Mixed with the strong, sour smell of cold sweat gushing from their armpits and backs in their panic.

The strange smell made my stomach churn and I felt so nauseous I wanted to vomit.

"Let us in! I am Saudi Crown Prince Aziz!"

A nouveau riche with a full beard was clutching a solid gold briefcase studded with diamonds tightly in his hand.

His Adam's apple bobbed wildly as he swallowed hard, his voice cracking as if splitting in two.

"The box contains the deeds to a 10,000-acre oil field! I need to see Master Yan!"

"What's all the noise about? Is this some kind of funeral wailing?"

A harsh shout came from behind the revolving door inside the hall.

Zhou Yuan, wearing a faded black vest and military boots, strode out.

The soles of the military boots slammed heavily onto the marble floor tiles, producing a dull, oppressive sound.

He had a cheap cigarette dangling from his mouth, the swirling smoke carrying a pungent, greasy smell.

Zhou Yuan walked up to Aziz, his eyelids drooping, his eyes filled with undisguised contempt.

The two black bodyguards behind Aziz were about to step forward, but their hands hadn't even reached the gun handles at their waists.

"Click, click!"

A dozen "Dark Sword" mercenaries immediately appeared around him, their cold gun barrels pressed violently against the back of the bodyguard's head.

The strong smell of gun oil and rust instantly overpowered the cologne in the hall.

Aziz shuddered violently.

The muscles in my groin spasmed uncontrollably and violently, and my knees buckled so badly they bent over.

"No, no, no! Don't shoot! We're here to discuss cooperation!"

Zhou Yuan stretched out his rough, large hand and grabbed Aziz's tall white robe collar.

It suddenly pulled downwards.

"Slap, slap."

Zhou Yuan raised his right hand and lightly patted Aziz's fat face twice with the back of his hand.

The crisp sound of the slap was particularly jarring in the hall.

Hot cigarette ash dripped from Zhou Yuan's lips and landed right on Aziz's expensive white robe.

In an instant, a charred hole with blackened edges was burned out, emitting a pungent smell of burnt fabric.

Aziz didn't care at all that his million-dollar haute couture white robe was ruined.

All he knew was that if they didn't get their share of nuclear fusion today, the Saudi royal family would be reduced to beggars by the crash tomorrow.

"Oil field land deed? You're trying to wipe your butt in Handong with this piece of rubbish? I wouldn't even want to touch it."

Zhou Yuan blew a puff of thick smoke into Aziz's face, choking him so much that his eyes rolled back.

"Master Yan said oil is garbage now. You're offering garbage in exchange for our nuclear fusion matrix?"

Aziz not only dared not get angry, but forced out a fawning smile that was even uglier than a grimace.

The fat on his face twitched with guilt.

"Minister Zhou...Grandpa Zhou! Please have mercy!"

Aziz's voice trembled like a leaf as he clung tightly to Zhou Yuan's thick forearm.

Ten thick, chubby fingers dug forcefully into the muscles, the edges of their nails turning pale.

"Money is no object as long as I can buy an access license!"

Aziz was so anxious that tears were about to fall, and his eyes were bloodshot.

"Saudi Arabia's gold mines, European offshore assets—as long as Master Yan nods, we can take them all!"

"Grandpa Zhou, please give us a hint!"

A wealthy old man from the UAE squeezed in, his dentures almost falling out in his haste.

The old man's lips were purple, and his hands were like claws as he clung to Zhou Yuan's back.

"We flew 8,000 kilometers overnight without even daring to drink a drop of water! I'd even accept a meeting with Master Yan on the spot if he agreed!"

Zhou Yuan disgustedly shook off the group of old men, then elbowed Aziz hard in the ribs.

Aziz groaned in pain as stomach acid surged up his esophagus.

He forced himself not to vomit, swallowing the bitter, acidic liquid back down, and stared longingly into the air.

"Buzz—"

Suddenly, a high-frequency vibration emanated from the air in the center of the hall.

Hundreds of holographic projectors overhead simultaneously lit up with blinding blue light.

A massive holographic image, ten meters tall, instantly solidified in mid-air, like a god descending to earth.

That's Yan Qingfeng.

He wore a perfectly wrinkle-free black suit and looked down at this group of once-arrogant tycoons of wealth.

Those eyes held no trace of human emotion, so cold they sent chills down your spine.

The oppressive feeling, colder than absolute zero, made the temperature in the hall seem to drop another five degrees.

Several elderly tycoons couldn't bear the panic and clutched their chests, gasping for breath.

His face turned blue from holding his breath, and he was panting heavily, like a rotten fish out of water.

The noise in the hall disappeared instantly.

Dozens of Middle Eastern tycoons were so frightened that their legs went weak and they knelt down on the cold floor tiles with a thud.

The knees slammed together with a dull thud, but no one dared to utter a sound of pain.

Yan Qingfeng parted his thin lips slightly, and his voice boomed through the stereo system, striking everyone's eardrums.

"You want my energy?"

Yan Qingfeng's tone was frighteningly calm, as if he were discussing how to crush a reptile.

"Can."

Aziz suddenly raised his head, a burst of wild joy erupting from his bloodshot eyes.

He was about to say thank you when his stomach clenched violently due to nervousness, and his throat tightened and dried, making it impossible for him to utter a single word.

Yan Qingfeng casually tapped his long, slender fingers in the air.

"Within three days, seize all the oil wells, refineries, and related financial assets that old European capital has invested in your country."

"Blow them all up, or burn them all down."

A cruel, cold smile appeared on Yan Qingfeng's lips.

"Consider it a gift from you for coming to Handong to ask me for a meal."

The entire room fell silent.

You could hear a pin drop.

Blow up the assets of old-money European capital?

That's the Rothschild family, which has existed for hundreds of years and is a hidden behemoth that controls half of the Western world's lifeline!

This isn't doing business; it's forcing them to pledge their allegiance and engage in a real, hard-fought battle with European capital!

Aziz slumped to the ground, the chill of the marble tiles shooting straight up his spine to the top of his head.

He frantically calculated the consequences of offending the old European money.

Those vampires who have been around for hundreds of years have assassination networks that can be deadly.

Only a few dozen wealthy men remained in the hall, their Adam's apples bobbing wildly.

The gurgling sound of swallowing dry saliva echoed from one place to another.

Aziz's fat face jiggled violently, his teeth chattered, and he could barely speak.

"Master Yan...are we really going to blow everything up? Europe will send a fleet to fight us to the death!"

Yan Qingfeng's holographic image slowly faded, turning into countless blue light spots that drifted away.

In mid-air, only one chilling sentence remained.

"If you're afraid to fight, then go back and wait to die."

Zhou Yuan threw the cigarette butt on the ground and crushed it out with the sole of his leather shoe.

The soles of the shoes made a dry, screeching sound as they rubbed against the floor tiles.

He grinned at Aziz on the ground, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth.

"How about it, Your Highness? We may not have much else in Handong, but we have plenty of explosives."

Zhou Yuan looked down at him, his tone arrogant and ruthless.

"Do you want to light the fire yourself, or should I send one of my men to help you?"