Siheyuan: At the beginning, I can integrate everything!

The plaza in front of the Future Technology Building.

The usually bustling Zhongguancun Street was now completely blocked by traffic.

"Don't come any closer! Anyone who does will be burned alive!"

A hoarse, almost manic roar echoed down the street through a cheap tin megaphone.

In the center of the crowd, Ichiro Sato looked like a complete madman.

Where is there even a trace of the arrogant, elite demeanor he once had in the state guesthouse, holding a glass of red wine and pointing out the state?

At this moment, his hair was as messy as a bird's nest, his expensive suit was torn to shreds, and it was covered with mud and vomit from who-knows-where.

The most terrifying thing is...

Two red gasoline cans were tightly tied around his waist with thick hemp rope!

He was still clutching a windproof lighter tightly in his hand.

"Zhang Huaimin! You monster! Get out here!"

Sato Ichiro's eyes were bloodshot, and his eyeballs almost bulged out of their sockets.

He waved a white banner in his other hand, on which were written large, shocking characters in crooked, bloody (or red) writing:

"Chinese sorcery! Murder for profit! Reclaim the century-old foundation of my Great Japanese Empire!"

"You bunch of fools who've been deceived!"

Sato Ichiro roared wildly at the crowd of onlookers who were pointing and whispering.

"He's not a technological genius at all! He's a devil who can use sorcery!"

"Our top five heavy industry conglomerates! Assets worth hundreds of billions of US dollars!"

"How could it be possible for a newly established, run-down company to completely absorb everything on the stock market in just two hours?!"

Sato Ichiro suddenly jumped up, like a mad dog whose tail had been stepped on, and spun around wildly in place.

"Our defense system is perfect! It's flawless!"

"Unless he knows magic! He controls all the computers! He's tampered with the data!"

"Zhang Huaimin, you'll die a horrible death! I'll take you down with me!"

The onlookers, instead of being frightened by his ravings, burst into laughter.

"Has this little Japanese devil lost his mind from all the stress?"

"So what if it's some kind of sorcery! Our Chairman Zhang has real skills; he used quantum algorithms to make all the money back from you foreign bloodsuckers!"

"Exactly! Running wild on our Chinese soil, we're already being lenient by not sending you to a labor camp, and you still dare to try and extort money from us?"

At the entrance of the building, more than a dozen fully armed security guards had cordoned off the area.

Chen Bing stood on the steps with a cold face, looking at Sato Ichiro, who was acting like a clown jumping around.

"Go, take a few men and go around to the back, then take him down."

Chen Bing whispered an order to his deputy.

He has plenty of ways to deal with gamblers who have suffered a mental breakdown, making them instantly incapable of resisting.

"Brother Chen, wait a minute."

Just then.

The magnificent revolving glass door on the first floor of the building was slowly pushed open.

Zhang Huaimin was dressed in a comfortable gray casual outfit.

With his hands in his pockets, he walked out at a leisurely pace.

"Huaimin! It's too dangerous, he has gasoline on him!"

Chen Bing's expression changed, and he quickly stepped forward, trying to use his tall body to block Zhang Huaimin.

"fine."

Zhang Huaimin patted Chen Bing's arm and gave him a reassuring look.

He bypassed Chen Bing and walked straight down the steps to the edge of the cordon.

They were only five meters away from the crazed Ichiro Sato.

"You're Zhang Huaimin?!"

When Sato Ichiro saw the person in question appear, he trembled violently.

He stared intently at the man in front of him, who was excessively young yet seemed to control everything.

The madness in his eyes instantly transformed into extreme resentment and fear.

"You finally dared to show your face! You devil!"

Sato Ichiro roared and made a move to press the button on the lighter in his hand.

"Today, on behalf of the Great Japanese Empire, I will perish together with you, you monster!"

however.

Faced with this life-or-death threat.

Zhang Huaimin didn't even blink.

His deep, dark eyes calmly gazed at Ichiro Sato.

It's like watching a pathetic ant trying to shake a giant tree.

"perish together?"

Zhang Huaimin tilted his head slightly, a mocking sneer curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Mr. Sato, aren't you overestimating yourself?"

"In your eyes, those financial systems are so fragile, those so-called century-old foundations."

In my opinion.

Zhang Huaimin paused, his tone becoming extremely indifferent.

"It's nothing more than a pile of scrap metal and waste paper that can be rewritten at any time."

The voice just fell.

Zhang Huaimin didn't say another word.

His right hand, which was tucked into his pocket, snapped his fingers very discreetly.

"system."

"Target: Ichiro Sato."

"Space gravity restricted zone, single-unit coverage."

"Ten times gravity, activated."

Om-!

A microscopic spatial ripple, absolutely imperceptible to the naked eye, instantly locked onto Ichiro Sato's body at the speed of light!

The previous second.

Ichiro Sato was still yelling wildly, his thumb already pressed against the gears of the lighter.

next second.

"Bang!!!"

A muffled, chilling explosion suddenly erupted in the bustling square!

It even drowned out the surrounding noise.

No one touched him, and no external force was involved.

Sato Ichiro's thin body.

It was as if an invisible Mount Tai had crashed down on it, instantly and violently slamming it onto the ground!

"Snap! Snap!"

Two extremely crisp, teeth-grinding sounds of bones breaking.

The sound was clearly transmitted to the ears of the onlookers in the front row.

Sato Ichiro's knees were subjected to this sudden, terrifying gravitational pressure, which was ten times his own body weight.

There is absolutely no room for maneuver.

It slammed hard and violently onto the hard marble floor!

Kneecap, shattered instantly!

"ah--!!!"

Sato Ichiro let out an extremely piercing, inhuman scream that seemed to come from the depths of hell.

The lighter and megaphone in his hand fell to the ground with a "clatter" and shattered into pieces.

He lay sprawled on the ground like a lump of mud.

The immense gravity was so great that he couldn't even lift a finger.

It felt as if my internal organs were being squeezed out of my body, and breathing became extremely difficult.

His face was pressed tightly against the cold marble.

Blood slowly flowed from his shattered knee and the corner of his mouth that had been crushed.

Dead silence.

The entire square fell into a deathly silence in an instant.

Everyone stared wide-eyed in horror at this unbelievable scene.

What's going on here?!

How did this crazy person, who was just jumping around so much a moment ago, suddenly kneel down?

Moreover, the force with which he knelt down made one's bones ache just watching it!

"Could it be... really sorcery?!"

Some superstitious older women were so frightened that they backed away, and their gazes toward Zhang Huaimin changed.

Zhang Huaimin, with his hands in his pockets, slowly walked up to Sato Ichiro.

He looked down at the ant that had once flaunted its power before him but now couldn't even lift its head.

"Mr. Sato."

Zhang Huaimin's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached Sato Ichiro's ears, which were ringing with pain.

"In the face of true power, your so-called technology and capital are nothing."

"They don't even have the right to make me take action."

Ichiro Sato struggled to open his eyes, which were bulging with bloodshot eyes.

He stared intently at Zhang Huaimin's calm, unwavering eyes.

At this moment.

Ichiro Sato's materialistic worldview, which he had armed himself with science and capital his entire life.

It completely and utterly collapsed!

This is definitely not technology!

This is supernatural power! It is divine judgment!

Extreme physical pain and mental breakdown caused Ichiro Sato to completely lose his mind.

He writhed on the ground like a dying maggot, using his last ounce of strength to let out a desperate roar:

"You're not human! You're absolutely not human!"

"You're a devil! You're a living god!"

"Hahaha! I've lost to a god! I've lost to a god..."

Sato Ichiro was crying and laughing at the same time, spitting out blood and foam; he had completely gone mad.

"Take him away and send him to a mental hospital."

Zhang Huaimin frowned in disgust and released the gravity restriction.

Chen Bing immediately waved his hand.

Several guards rushed forward like wolves and tigers, dragging the now crippled and insane Sato Ichiro away like a dead dog.

A farce that could have had serious consequences was so easily resolved without any real impact.

After a brief moment of shock, the crowd erupted in thunderous applause and cheers.

In their eyes, Zhang Huaimin subdued the enemy without a fight because he possessed a righteous spirit that frightened the Japanese to their knees!

Zhang Huaimin ignored the surrounding revelry.

He turned around, looking at the bustling streets of the capital and the skyscrapers that were gradually rising in the distance.

A business empire has been built, and technological barriers have been established.

In this world that belongs to mortals, he has already reached the absolute pinnacle.

There are no rivals, no challenges.

There's not even a little bit of fun to be found.

Zhang Huaimin sighed softly.

In those deep black eyes, a glint of extremely hidden light, yet filled with a yearning for the unknown, flashed.

"I'm tired of this game for mortals..."

He raised his head, his gaze passing over the bustling city and looking towards the distant horizon.

"It seems it's time to explore something more interesting."