After I stopped trying, a rich woman trained me into a demon emperor.

The battle at the Heavenly Palace on the Clouds was like a violent earthquake, overturning the power structure of Jiangcheng overnight.

The next day, Ma Tianhao, the president of the Jiangnan Chamber of Commerce, knelt at the entrance of the police station and tearfully confessed to crimes that were punishable by death ten times.

Those families that used to rely on the Song family and acted tyrannically in Jiangcheng.

They were carrying expensive gifts they had paid for, forming a long queue outside the Extraordinary Gym, stretching all the way to the street corner, all hoping to catch a glimpse of Zhou Ran.

At the eye of the storm, Zhou Ran was sitting in the passenger seat of Chen Ya's blue Porsche.

He rested his elbow on the car window, letting the wind blow the stray hairs across his forehead.

"Is it really necessary to go?"

Chen Ya, sitting in the driver's seat, couldn't hide her smugness with her upturned red lips behind her large sunglasses.

"Of course I'll go."

"You really made a huge mess last night. My dad's old subordinates and comrades-in-arms haven't stopped calling."

There was a hint of pride in her tone that she herself didn't even realize.

"Now, the old man doesn't want to meet a 'prospective son-in-law'."

"I want to see with my own eyes just who this young man is who single-handedly crushed the entire Jiangnan Chamber of Commerce."

Chen Ya's tone was tinged with nervousness.

"My dad is a man who came out of a hail of bullets; his aura is so overwhelming that it can kill people."

"Don't be too flashy later, he's not the kind of person Ma Tianhao is."

Zhou Ran withdrew his gaze and landed on Chen Ya's beautiful profile.

"I'm not interested in him."

The car drove into an old-fashioned villa area patrolled by guards.

There are no ostentatious decorations here; the ivy climbing the courtyard walls and the guards standing at the gate together create an invisible sense of authority.

The Chen family's old house is more like an understated fortress.

The living room lights were off, and the lighting was dim.

An elderly man with gray hair but a straight back stood with his hands behind his back in front of the window, his figure like a century-old pine tree rooted deep in the mountains.

Chen Ya's father, Chen Guodong.

Hearing the door open, Chen Guodong slowly turned around.

There were no formalities, no small talk.

His eyes, which had seen countless storms and life-and-death situations, pierced through Zhou Ran with a sense of judgment that seemed to see right through one's soul.

The air temperature suddenly dropped.

It was a kind of spiritual oppression condensed purely from killing and power.

The two bodyguards following behind Chen Guodong were breathing heavily, their muscles tense.

It was as if he was facing not an old man, but a ferocious tiger about to pounce.

Chen Ya's heart was in her throat.

Zhou Ran, however, did not react at all.

He didn't even lift his eyelids.

Hello, Uncle.

She simply revealed a smile that was as warm and comforting as a spring breeze.

That oppressive aura, enough to make even a division-level cadre's legs go weak on the spot, silently dissipated.

A violent tremor ran deep in Chen Guodong's eyes.

His ruthless aura, honed from countless battles and power struggles, was completely ineffective against this young man!

"Dad, I've brought the person."

Chen Ya quickly spoke up, trying to break the tense standoff.

Chen Guodong's Adam's apple bobbed, he suppressed his aura, picked up the teapot himself, and poured Zhou Ran a cup of tea.

"I heard about what happened last night."

He pushed the teacup in front of Zhou Ran, his voice deep and resonant.

"It's good that young people are energetic, but the Song family's game is very complicated."

You destroyed their chessboard in Jiangcheng. Have you thought about what path you'll take after that?

Zhou Ran picked up the teacup, rubbed the warm cup with his fingertips, but did not drink it.

"chess?"

He smiled.

"In my world, there is no chessboard."

"Whoever I choose as a pawn, becomes a pawn."

"Whom do I kill..."

Zhou Ran finally raised his eyes.

"Whoever it is must die."

The moment he finished speaking, a dark purple light flashed deep within his eyes.

boom!

Chen Guodong's body trembled violently, and the world before his eyes shattered instantly!

What he saw was no longer the living room, but an endless mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

An ancient demon god, whose face was obscured, sat atop a throne of bones, coldly gazing at him with a gaze that looked down upon the dust.

His pride and joy were as fragile as paper when faced with that one glance.

His legs buckled, and Chen Guodong staggered backward, his back slamming heavily against the bookshelf, making the row of books rustle loudly.

His face was ashen, and beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead; he looked as if his spine had been removed.

"dad!"

Chen Ya exclaimed in surprise and quickly stepped forward to support him.

Chen Guodong waved his hand and gasped for breath.

When he looked at Zhou Ran again, his gaze had completely shifted from scrutiny to a deep-seated awe and horror.

He finally understood.

This is not some junior or younger generation at all.

This is a god or demon walking among humans!

Just then, a red secure telephone on the table rang sharply and piercingly.

Chen Guodong suppressed the raging storm in his heart and answered the phone.

"What?!"

After hearing just one sentence, his expression turned even more unpleasant than before.

"Nonsense!"

This is utter nonsense!

How could you let him eat raw meat!

What about those top-level athletes invited from the capital?

"They're all helpless?!"

After hanging up the phone, Chen Guodong looked dejected and anxious.

"Dad, has something happened to Uncle Liu?"

Chen Ya asked urgently.

Chen Guodong nodded, his voice hoarse.

"Your Uncle Liu."

"He... is dying."

"He is plagued by a strange illness, afraid of light and cold, and talks nonsense at night."

Mrs. Liu just called, saying that he... lunged at the cook and bit him, then tried to steal some raw meat!

"Alas, with him falling ill, the landscape of Jiangnan is about to change."

"What, who is this Uncle Liu...?"

Before Zhou Ran could finish speaking, Chen Ya grasped his hand and began to explain.

After listening, Zhou Ran nodded repeatedly.

Basically, Liu Jianguo held a high position, equivalent to a governor or viceroy in ancient times.

It was precisely because of his existence that some petty people dared not cause trouble in Jiangnan.

Last month, he suddenly fell seriously ill, which gave rise to the domineering Jiangnan Chamber of Commerce.

If he really steps down, the business landscape of Jiangnan Province will likely undergo a major transformation.

"Uncle Chen, did you just say that he's afraid of light, sensitive to cold, and has a bloodlust and eats raw food?"

"And it started when the Jiangnan Chamber of Commerce came to Jiangcheng, right?"

He put down his teacup, seemed to be deep in thought, and then continued.

"This is not an illness."

"This is a curse from the same source as the one I used to kill the ghost last night."

Someone kept a "Blood Demon" in his residence.

Blood Demon?

The father and daughter both widened their eyes at the same time.

"That's right, this is not a Gu worm, but an ancient evil technique that feeds on the fortune of large families."

Zhou Ran stood up and looked towards the rows of official residences in the distance.

"It seems the Song family's reach extends further than I anticipated."