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

The scorching sun overhead was blindingly white.

"Sizzle."

A drop of thick, oily sweat slid down Aziz's nose and landed on the black marble floor tiles, which were nearly 60 degrees high.

The sweat evaporated instantly from the high temperature, rising up in a wisp of white vapor that was almost invisible to the naked eye.

The clear blister on my knee finally couldn't withstand the pressure of 200 pounds and burst.

Pale yellow fluid trickled down his calf, mixing with the dust on the floor tiles.

It emitted a faint smell of burnt flesh, which made my nose feel nauseous.

Aziz was trembling violently, his teeth clenched tightly on his chapped lower lip.

Blood dripped down his chin, carrying a salty, fishy smell.

He dared not cry out in pain, nor did he dare move his numb thigh.

The pungent, cheap smoke that Zhou Yuan exhaled was still lingering around his nose.

Are those Wall Street bloodsuckers also trying to take over?

This news was more despairing and chilling than the smell of burning flesh on one's knees.

The top floor of Lingxiao Media Building is a haven from the hellish heat of the outdoors.

The air conditioning in the control room was turned up high, keeping the temperature firmly at sixteen degrees Celsius.

The air was filled with the slightly astringent ozone smell emitted by the high-speed operation of the servers.

Hua Linglong was wearing a tight black leather outfit, her long legs crossed.

Her index finger, painted with dark nail polish, hovered over a red physical button, and she tapped it twice with her fingertip.

"Hua Zong, the global 30,000 backbone network nodes have been forcibly taken over."

The technical director next to him kept wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, his voice weak.

"Are we really going to broadcast this? This would be a blatant disregard for the dignity of global capital..."

"What we're really exposing is their hypocritical facade."

Hua Linglong snorted coldly, then suddenly exerted force with her wrist and slammed the button down with a "smack".

The keyboard switches made a dry, crisp clicking sound.

The terrifying computing power of Yunxiao AI instantly overloaded.

Electronic GG signs on Wall Street, military screens in European castles, and giant LEDs in Times Square, New York.

All of them froze and flickered at the same second.

Accompanied by a piercing high-frequency "sizzle" sound, the scene was abruptly cut off.

The live footage of the former site of the Dafeng Factory in Handong Province was shown to the world without any blind spots.

Dozens of Middle Eastern crown princes who usually sit at the top of the Forbes rich list and control the energy lifeline of their countries.

At this moment, they are like dogs that have done something wrong, kneeling in line as punishment in the 35-degree heat.

The white robe was completely soaked with sweat, clinging tightly to his fleshy back.

The high-definition recording equipment could even clearly capture the gurgling sounds of them gasping for breath and swallowing dry saliva.

Across the ocean, in the top-floor conference room of the most prestigious investment bank on Wall Street.

The long mahogany table here was filled with top financial tycoons in suits.

Just half an hour ago, they were discussing how to jointly strangle Handong.

Now, everyone was staring intently at the holographic screen, and the entire conference room was as silent as a morgue.

"Bang!"

The CEO of the Morgan Group suddenly stood up, knocking his solid wood chair to the ground.

His Adam's apple bobbed wildly, and his stomach churned violently.

A mouthful of sour, bitter liquid rushed up my throat, burning my esophagus with pain.

"Even the Saudi royal family is kneeling and waiting for their share? The energy supply matrix quota for nuclear fusion is limited!"

His bloodshot eyes trembled violently, and his voice cracked with panic.

"If we had acted any later, all those outdated industrial zones we controlled would have been finished!"

The chill that seeped from the very marrow of their bones instantly froze the blood of these financial giants.

What arrogance, what centuries of heritage and bottom line?

Faced with an absolute energy-based dimensional reduction attack, it's not even as good as a piece of toilet paper.

"Get the supersonic passenger plane out! I need it to take off within ten minutes!"

The CEOs, who were just moments ago so refined and courteous, now found their legs trembling uncontrollably.

They roared and slammed open the conference room door.

Expensive leather shoes stomped on the carpet, creating a chaotic mess.

Seven hours later, the scorching sun in Handong still hadn't set.

The sour smell of fermented cologne in the square became even stronger and more pungent.

The roar of heavy passenger plane engines tearing through the air echoed through the sky.

More than a dozen private jets without air traffic control clearance crashed onto the runway at Handong Airport.

The outer perimeter of the original site of Dafeng Factory.

Dozens of bulletproof vehicles bearing license plates from various embassies swerved and braked suddenly on the side of the road.

The tires left charred marks on the asphalt road, emitting a pungent rubber odor.

The car door was violently pushed open.

Those Wall Street tycoons who usually appear refined and approachable on the covers of financial magazines.

One by one, people, their hair white with sweat from the alternating cold air and high outdoor temperatures, rushed into the square like zombies.

His bespoke suit was soaked with sweat and smelled of stale, acidic sweat.

"Get a number! Give me a number in the top ten!"

A Wall Street venture capitalist with a full head of blond hair was panting heavily.

With a hoarse, bellows-like voice, he headed straight for the Middle Eastern crown prince at the head of the line.

"Get out of my way! This spot is mine!"

Another European energy tycoon with a Mediterranean hairstyle, his eyes red, charged in from the side.

The two collided head-on.

With a muffled thud, flesh collided violently.

The two usually only chat and laugh on the golf course.

At this moment, in order to grab a better spot to kneel as punishment, they completely tore off all pretenses.

The blond tycoon tensed his thigh muscles, grabbed the other person's sparse hair, and pulled it back with all his might.

"Ugh!"

The old man with the Mediterranean-shaped hairline was in excruciating pain, his face contorted as his scalp was being ripped apart.

He opened his mouth without a care, revealing his chapped lips and yellowed teeth.

She bit down hard on the blond tycoon's wrist.

"Sizzle—"

The cuffs of his expensive suit were ripped off.

The crisp sound of the cloth tearing was particularly clear in the sweltering air.

The two women rolled around on the scorching hot marble floor like shrewish women.

The blond tycoon's five fingers formed a claw, exuding a fanatical ruthlessness.

The fingernails dug deep into the soft flesh of the other person's cheek, tearing off a piece of oily skin.

Dark red blood instantly seeped out from under the fingernails, carrying a salty, rusty smell.

The Middle Eastern crown princes queuing next to them had their insteps pressed down by these two.

Not only did they not dare to dodge, but they also gritted their teeth and nudged each other with their elbows, afraid that the spot they had just taken would be squeezed out.

Chaos erupted in the square.

The sounds of rapid breathing and the rustling of tearing clothes mingled together.

They were as ugly as a swarm of greenbottle flies fighting for food in a cesspool.

"Da, da, da."

A crisp, metallic sound of high heels abruptly drowned out all the noise.

Lin Yubing was wearing a tight-fitting black suit without any wrinkles.

Surrounded by hundreds of "Dark Sword" security personnel armed with live assault rifles, they walked over through the mess on the ground.

She stopped in front of several Wall Street tycoons who were wrestling together.

The frameless glasses reflected the group's ugly state—bloody fingernails and tattered suits.

The corners of her mouth, painted with bright red lipstick, were smoothed out without a single ripple.

She flipped her fair and slender wrist.

She casually tossed a thick stack of paper documents, as thick as a brick, aside.

"Clatter!"

The document slammed heavily onto the blond tycoon's face, which was covered in oil, sweat, and bloodstains.

The rough edge of the paper scraped right across the bridge of his nose.

The dry, scraping sound gave me goosebumps.

The blond boss was knocked to the side by the blow.

Ignoring the stinging pain on his face, he scrambled to pick up the document with his bloodied fingers.

The cover features several lines of emotionless, bold black text.

The Agreement on the Absolute Transfer of Global Asset Pricing Power.

The old men fighting below all froze.

His rapid, heavy breathing got stuck in his throat, and he even forgot to swallow his saliva.

His eyes were fixed on those big characters, and his mind went completely blank.

Lin Yubing crossed his arms over his chest, looking down at this group of once-arrogant capital giants.

The voice was as cold and hard as a piece of raw iron just pulled from liquid nitrogen, chilling one to the bone.

"This is Master Yan's final ultimatum to you."

Lin Yubing coldly stared at their trembling hands, making no attempt to hide the chilling killing intent in her tone.

"Want to line up to see Master Yan? Sure. First, sell your company's entire business to the Lingxiao Consortium before you kneel down."

The Mediterranean old man gasped for breath in the heat, his stomach churning and refluxing acid.

His lips trembled as he gripped the edge of the contract in disbelief.

"The absolute surrender of pricing power... that's tantamount to digging out the entire brainstem of Western capital and handing it over to you!"

The old man's wrist trembled, and bloody saliva spurted out.

"How dare you?!"

Lin Yubing took a half step back in disgust, avoiding that sour, foul breath.

She pushed up her reflective glasses, her eyes filled with merciless, condescending mockery.

"You're already complaining about the pain?"

Lin Yubing's red lips moved up and down, each word striking the eardrums of these crocodiles with deliberate pause.

"Master Yan said that as long as we can get the nuclear fusion license quota in Handong, those European families can set off their own nuclear weapons."

"What, are the lives of you Wall Street people more valuable than those old Rothschilds' bloodsuckers?"