The evil female is weak and the males of the whole continent are out of control and fall.

Chapter 618 This is his choice
A torrent of accusations, cries, and curses came crashing down...

Fu Jinshen stopped in his tracks, his cold gaze slowly sweeping over the familiar and unfamiliar faces before him like a scalpel.

Faced with all this commotion, not even a ripple stirred in his heart.

His thin lips parted slightly, his voice not loud, but clearly overwhelming all the noise, "Which of you is innocent?"

He looked at his uncle and asked, "When you embezzled public funds and leaked company secrets, did you think of your ancestors?"

Her gaze shifted to her only aunt: "When your husband colluded with outsiders to try and short the Fu Group's stock price, did you step in to stop him?"

He looked around at everyone, and everyone whose gaze fell on him unconsciously shrank back.

"You have only yourself to blame! You reap what you sow!"

His words were like a final judgment, leaving no room for negotiation.

"You!" someone said angrily, about to say something more.

The assistant had already signaled the security guards, who were on high alert, to quickly step forward and skillfully separate the agitated members of the Fu family, clearing a path for them.

Fu Jinshen didn't even glance at them again, as if they were just dust on the roadside.

He slightly raised his hand to straighten the collar and cuffs of his suit, which were a little messy from the earlier shoving. His movements remained calm and unhurried, exuding an elegance and indifference ingrained in his very being.

Then, without the slightest hesitation, he strode through the human wall of security guards and walked towards the black sedan that was already waiting outside the hall.

Sunlight streamed through the massive glass curtain wall onto him, yet it seemed unable to bring him any warmth.

His back was tall and solitary, as he walked step by step away from this world full of scheming and coldness.

He had to go see Wanwan.

This was his only and final thought at that moment.

The black sedan silently glided into the interior of an inconspicuous gray building in the suburbs.

This place is heavily guarded and isolated from the outside world; it is the location of that secret research team.

Fu Jinshen got out of the car, and his assistant followed silently behind him.

When he entered the core laboratory, all the project team members were already in their positions, and the atmosphere was solemn and serious.

Complex instruments emitted a deep hum, surrounding a futuristic platform in the center of the room, constructed of special metal and wires, upon which sat a reclining chair resembling an operating table.

The team leader, a professor with graying temples and thick glasses, immediately came forward to greet us.

His face bore obvious worry and a final attempt to dissuade him.

“President Fu,” the professor’s voice was hoarse, “we just performed another energy calibration. The energy decay rate of that stone is exceeding expectations, and it is now extremely unstable. If we force it to start, you might not be able to come back, and… the energy might be exhausted prematurely during the transfer. In fact, your consciousness might be completely torn apart in the spacetime turbulence, and you might never be able to return.”

Fu Jinshen's gaze calmly swept over the instruments that were flashing with a dim light, and finally landed on the lonely recliner.

His brow didn't even twitch slightly, as if the thrilling risk the professor spoke of was nothing more than a routine forecast of whether it would rain tomorrow morning. "Not coming back was my own choice."

His voice was calm and unwavering, carrying an unquestionable authority: "What you need to do is not assess the risks, but strictly follow my instructions and execute the operation."

He paused, then said decisively, "Let's begin."

Without giving anyone a chance to dissuade him, he walked straight to the platform, deftly took off his exquisitely tailored suit jacket, and casually handed it to his assistant.

He wore a simple white shirt underneath, which accentuated his tall and straight figure, yet also revealed a resolute determination akin to that of a martyr.

He skillfully lay down on the cold metal recliner, adjusted to a relatively comfortable position, and naturally crossed his hands in front of him.

He closed his eyes, his face peaceful, even faintly carrying a sense of relief at impending liberation, without the slightest fear of unknown dangers or lingering attachment to the bustling world.

The team leader looked at him, sighed heavily, and shook his head.

He simply couldn't understand how a man like Fu Jinshen, who possessed a vast business empire and stood at the pinnacle of wealth and power, could have any woman he wanted.
Why would someone make such a reckless, almost suicidal choice for a figure so faint as to be almost unreal?

This has completely exceeded his rational understanding as a scientist.

But he was merely the executor of the project. Having accepted the exorbitant investment, he had to obey the investor's decision, even if that decision seemed utterly insane to him.

He turned to face his team, his voice regaining its scientist's rigor, yet carrying a barely perceptible heaviness: "Everyone, do a final check on all systems! Set the energy output stabilizer to its maximum tolerance! Lock the coordinate parameters according to the final calibration data!"

The only sounds left in the laboratory were the faint hum of the instruments and the rapid tapping of keyboards by the researchers.

The atmosphere was so tense it seemed to freeze.

A few minutes later, everything was ready.

The person in charge walked to the control panel, looked at Fu Jinshen on the recliner one last time, and confirmed one last time: "President Fu, everything is ready, we can begin."

On the recliner, Fu Jinshen's eyelashes trembled slightly, as if he had heard something, or perhaps it was just an unconscious reaction.

He didn't open his eyes, but a very soft, yet exceptionally clear, monosyllable escaped from his throat:
"Ah."

Having received the final confirmation, the person in charge took a deep breath, as if using all his strength, and pressed his finger on the conspicuous red button that represented activation and the unknown.

"Boom!!!"

A deep, booming sound, as if from another dimension, suddenly rang out, and the lights in the entire laboratory dimmed for a moment.

Immediately, the complex instruments surrounding the recliner burst forth with a blinding white light!
Visible, arc-like, ghostly blue energy began to flow wildly across the tangled wires and metal arms, rushing towards the center of the platform and towards the dark, cracked black stone placed above Fu Jinshen's head.

Stimulated by the immense energy, the black stone suddenly burst forth with a final, blindingly bright light. Immediately afterward, an extremely unstable, tiny "black hole" with constantly twisting and tearing edges appeared above Fu Jinshen, emitting a terrifying suction force!

Lying in the center of the energy storm, Fu Jinshen's body tensed up suddenly, and extreme pain appeared between his handsome brows, but he clenched his teeth and did not make a sound.

His consciousness rapidly blurred under the onslaught of immense energy, his senses were stripped away, and the last thing he saw was a chilling white light before him, and deep within that white light, the smiling face that haunted his dreams and was etched into his very soul…

(End of this chapter)