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

"Snap!"

The cast iron railings at the highway checkpoint at the border of the heavy industrial zone were crushed in two by the tracks of a 12-meter-high heavy armored mech.

The ear-piercing sound of metal snapping carried a brutal, destructive force.

The message was transmitted back to the 33rd floor of the Lingxiao Building without any delay.

In front of the huge screen, Su Jianxin stared intently at the electronic map of the southern business landscape.

His Adam's apple bobbed violently as he swallowed a mouthful of saliva with a bitter coffee taste.

The muscles on the upper thighs tensed and trembled in waves of excitement.

The cold, mechanical voice of Yunxiao AI exploded in the 16-degree air conditioning.

"The takeover of basic commercial authority in the three major coastal economic zones has been completed. The Lingxiao points payment network now covers the entire region."

On the screen, the blue section that originally represented the old Chamber of Commerce Alliance's controlled area.

It instantly churned and changed color as if it had been dripped with a high concentration of corrosive acid.

In less than three seconds, the three major economic zones in the south were completely illuminated by a dazzling dark gold color!

The Lingxiao Consortium's absolute control territory has expanded threefold.

Su Jianxin's slender fingers trembled uncontrollably, his nails digging into the back of the leather sofa.

"Master Yan, the old financial system in the south is completely dead."

Su Jianxin's voice was hoarse as he pushed up his reflective gold-rimmed glasses, revealing a hint of madness.

"The old-school chamber of commerce presidents in Jiangbei and Nanhai, who control the local lifelines, wrote letters of loyalty in blood overnight."

Su Jianxin slammed the tablet onto the sofa, his knuckles turning white.

"Those once high and mighty business tycoons are now more obedient than the dogs we keep."

"Now, in that half of the country, you even have to use our points to buy a steamed bun. The working class doesn't even recognize which way the doors of those century-old banks used to face!"

His refined facade crumbled completely, and his cheek muscles trembled with laughter.

"Those old-fashioned tycoon bosses are now kneeling at the highway exit, eating dirt."

"Compared to Lingxiao Points, their Business Federation White Paper is too weak to even be used to wipe their butts."

Su Jianxin tugged at the corners of his dry, cracked mouth.

"Bankrupt, low-level laborers treat Lingxiao Points like their own fathers. Anyone who dares to say a bad word about us, these people will tear them apart!"

The blinding, dark gold light emanated from the encrypted network.

The same light illuminated the secret underground chamber of the Northern Old Chamber of Commerce.

The air conditioning wasn't on, the doors and windows were tightly closed, and it was as stuffy and hot as a giant steamer.

The strong tea brewing in the purple clay teapot emitted a bitter, musty smell.

Chairman Xu slumped in the mahogany chair, his eyes fixed on the large screen on the wall.

They watched helplessly as the territory of the three major economic zones in the south completely turned into Yan Qingfeng's private property.

He felt as if an eighty-pound hammer had struck his chest.

A series of excruciating, stabbing pains erupted in my heart, as if a rusty iron claw was digging inside.

Chairman Xu opened his mouth wide, his chest heaving violently, as if he were drawing air out like a broken bellows.

The muscles at the base of my thighs twisted into a pretzel, cramping and trembling uncontrollably.

The fabric of the trousers rubbed against my body hair, causing an unbearable itch.

"vomit--"

The shriveled stomach wall contracted and rubbed violently, and the acidic bitter water mixed with a fishy sweet taste rushed straight to the throat.

"puff!"

A large mouthful of bright red blood spurted out of Chairman Xu's mouth.

Sticky blood splattered on the expensive mahogany table, dripping down the edge.

The strong smell of rust and blood instantly overpowered the bitter smell of tea in the room, making people feel nauseous.

"Chairman!"

The confidential secretary was so frightened that his bladder tightened suddenly, and the urge to urinate rushed straight to his urethra.

His legs went weak, like overcooked noodles, and he knelt heavily on the ground with a thud.

He scrambled over and grabbed a white towel to stop the blood and foam from the corner of Mr. Xu's mouth.

His hands were shaking so badly he looked like he had Parkinson's disease, and the towel ended up smeared all over Mr. Xu's chin.

"This is outrageous! Yan Qingfeng and his gang are trying to take over the entire North!"

The secretary's eyes were bloodshot with anxiety, and her voice cracked, filled with a desperate sob.

"Chairman, the warehouses in the south have been looted, and unemployed workers are cooking over fires in the Chamber of Commerce headquarters compound!"

"If we don't dispatch our guards soon, the entire south will truly fall into the hands of the Yan family!"

The secretary's leather shoes clattered on the floor tiles.

"Send the highest-level armed guard from the north south! Physically blockade the core commercial defenses and fight them to the death!"

"fart!"

Mr. Xu shoved the towel aside, his blood-stained fingernails digging into the table.

The curled fingernails were filled with redwood shavings, from which dark red blood seeped.

He was in so much pain that he broke out in a cold sweat, which soaked through his undergarments and felt icy cold against his flesh.

"Transfer people? What are you going to use to transfer them?"

Mr. Xu gritted his back teeth, making a grinding sound that made one's teeth ache.

"The armed forces' supply vehicles and communication base stations all use their Lingxiao solid-state batteries!"

"With just a press of the Enter key in the Cloud System, Yan Qingfeng can prevent our armored cash transport vehicles from even opening the garage door!"

Mr. Xu slumped back in his chair, utterly exhausted, staring at the dazzling dark gold map.

All that remained in his eyes was a resigned acceptance of having his spine shattered.

All that capital struggle of my life is nothing compared to the absolute crushing power of technology.

"Play dead."

Chairman Xu swallowed a mouthful of bloody saliva, his voice hoarse as if he were chewing sand.

"Tell everyone to close their eyes and pretend to be blind."

"From today onwards, anyone who dares to look south even once will be shot!"

The smell of blood on the northern mahogany table couldn't reach the 33rd floor.

The top floor of the Lingxiao Building.

The central air conditioning tirelessly spewed out white mist, the cold air approaching zero.

The air was filled with the cool, refreshing scent of high-grade fir fragrance, chilling you to the bone.

Yan Qingfeng wasn't wearing a suit jacket, but only a perfectly wrinkle-free black shirt.

He stood with his hands behind his back in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, looking down at the cyber empire below.

The dazzling lights of the southern half of the world danced at his fingertips at that moment.

"Tap, tap."

The sharp, high heels clicked against the marble floor, producing a crisp, cold sound.

Hua Linglong, dressed in a tight black leather outfit, strode in.

She carried a slightly astringent ozone smell from the high-load heat generated by the server in the server room.

"Master Yan, the ponds in the south are completely sealed off."

Hua Linglong stopped two steps behind Yan Qingfeng, lowered her head slightly, and parted her red lips slightly.

"Director Chu's heavy industry logistics network has taken over the lifeline of the three major economic zones."

"The working class, after they've had their fill of food, are all kneeling in the street, kowtowing to you."

Yan Qingfeng didn't turn around; his slender fingers picked up the glass of whiskey from the coffee table.

Hard, spherical ice cubes swayed in the amber-colored liquor.

It struck the glass, producing a crisp "clinking" sound.

Hua Linglong swallowed hard and brought up the holographic control panel that was floating on her arm.

"Lu Yuan from the overseas security department just sent an urgent message."

Her fingers flew across the virtual keyboard, the switches making a dry, crisp "click-click" sound.

"One hundred missile launchers disguised as ocean-going freighters have already entered the Atlantic Ocean at full speed under the cover of night."

Hua Linglong raised her head, her eyes revealing an barely suppressed bloodthirsty excitement.

"It's less than 100 nautical miles from the stronghold of the old European money families."

"All high-frequency electromagnetic pulse cannons have been locked onto the European coastline."

In Yan Qingfeng's dark and cold eyes, a savage rage, intent on destroying the old civilization, finally ignited.

He raised the crystal glass in his hand and tilted his head back.

His Adam's apple bobbed violently as he downed the strong liquor in his glass in one gulp.

The spicy liquid burned its way down the esophagus.

It felt like a wildfire had been set on my stomach, making my blood boil.

He exhaled a breath of cold air carrying a strong aroma of malt.

The biting cold air around them seemed to be forced back by three points by this violent killing intent.

"Bang!"

Yan Qingfeng slammed the empty wine glass heavily onto the table.

The glass base slammed onto the crystal tabletop with a dull thud that sent shivers down one's spine.

He turned around, his cold gaze piercing the darkness of the Atlantic Ocean through the floor-to-ceiling window.

That voice was colder than ten thousand years of ice.

"The pond at home is all cleaned up now, it's time to let those old fogies outside acknowledge it as their master."

Yan Qingfeng straightened the cuffs of his black shirt, his tone as calm as if he were saying he had crushed a bunch of insects.

"Notify Lu Yuan to start firing and shut off the power at exactly midnight."

"I want to take all the old money families in Europe back to the Stone Age of lighting candles."