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Chapter 395 It's Time for Weyland to Change His Surname

Without the slightest hesitation, Charles Weyland pulled the trigger.

Feeling the scorching airflow, a victor's smile appeared on his face.

It seemed as if one could already foresee the next second: the head of the man who dared to challenge his authority would explode, splattering red and white matter all over the expensive dining table behind him.

However, the expected scene did not appear.

At the end of his line of sight, Zhang Qi was still sitting in that chair, without even changing his posture.

A deformed bullet was embedded in the air less than a centimeter in front of his forehead, hidden by a thin black film that was almost invisible to the naked eye.

The thin film rippled outwards from the warhead, like a pebble being thrown into a calm lake.

Immediately afterwards, the thin film began to expand wildly.

Black, liquid metal-like substance gushed out from under Zhang Qi's skin like a living tide.

They spread rapidly along the contours of his body, weaving, intertwining, and solidifying. Smooth and powerful armor covered his torso, menacing shoulder armor bulged upwards, and arm armor covered with bio-channels enveloped his hands.

Finally, a strangely shaped helmet with a metal ball embedded in its forehead closed, completely obscuring Zhang Qi's face, leaving only a pair of eyes radiating a scarlet light.

The whole process happened in the blink of an eye.

"This...what is this?"

Charles's voice was hoarse; he couldn't comprehend what he was seeing.

This exceeded his understanding of technology and his assessment of all of Zhang Qi's achievements.

According to his intelligence, such individual weaponry simply does not exist!

"Fire! Fire! Kill him!"

He roared hysterically, issuing orders to the equally stunned "service personnel" around him.

The well-trained security personnel finally snapped out of their shock and instinctively reached for the trigger.

But they no longer have a chance.

The seemingly decorative metal visor on the mouth of the "KAP" armor silently cracked open, revealing a honeycomb-like sonic emission matrix inside.

There was no roaring, no shrieking.

A vibration that transcends the realm of hearing spread outwards from Zhang Qi.

Space seemed to be violently distorted as if a giant rock had been thrown into a pool of water.

In an instant, the enormous floor-to-ceiling window was covered with spiderweb-like cracks, and then, with a tooth-grinding groan, it turned into billions of shimmering fragments, which were pushed by an invisible force into the surging night sea outside the window.

Expensive crystal chandeliers, exquisite silver tableware, fine wines and delicacies on the table—all of them were reduced to dust in this silent shockwave.

Those security personnel with guns were the first to be hit.

Their expressions froze between ferocity and astonishment, then blood gushed from all seven orifices at the same time, their bodies collapsed to the ground like soft mud with bones removed, convulsing uncontrollably, completely losing any ability to fight.

The entire restaurant was deathly silent, except for the still-roaring sound of the waves outside the window.

Charles Weyland II was so shocked by the lingering force of the sound waves that his ears rang, the world spun around him, and he stumbled onto the carpet. He struggled to lift his head and saw only the giant, entirely black, walking heavily toward him step by step.

Every step felt like it was treading on his heart.

"No...don't come any closer..."

Fear completely eroded the dignity of this business tycoon.

He scrambled backward on his hands and feet, his posture as humble as a frightened bug.

"Mr. Zhang... No! Chairman Zhang! We can talk! I can give you thirty percent of the shares in Wieland Company! No! All of them! Just let me go!"

He pleaded incoherently; this was the most precious bargaining chip he could offer.

Zhang Qi stopped in front of him and looked down at him.

The sound emanating from the armor was cold, distorted, and devoid of any human emotion.

"Since you know I'm going to attack you, why do you think I'd still come to this meeting?"

Charles collapsed to the ground, his face ashen. All his scheming and cunning seemed utterly ridiculous in the face of his opponent.

"You think you've laid a trap, but in reality, you've just swept up the garbage that I need to clean up for me."

Zhang Qi's voice carried a hint of mockery.
"All the pretense you've put in has saved me a lot of trouble."

He raised his hand, covered by arm armor, and grasped Charles's head.

“Starting tomorrow, the Wieland Company should change its name.”

……

The following morning, an explosive news story swept through global financial markets.

Charles Wieland II, Chairman of the Board of Directors of Wieland-Yutani Corporation, died suddenly of a heart attack at his private villa.

The official obituary was somber in wording, detailed in every aspect, and included a death certificate from an authoritative medical institution.

For ordinary people and most investors, this is simply the sudden passing of a business tycoon, a loss that evokes deep regret.

However, the atmosphere in the boardroom at the top of the Wieland Corporation pyramid was far more than just mourning.

Around the long conference table sat a dozen men and women who held power in different areas of this business empire.

They are Wall Street giants, pioneers in the technology sector, and unsung lobbyists in politics.

At this moment, each of them wore a complex and subtle expression as they silently watched the young man sitting in the seat that originally belonged to Charles Wieland.

Zhang Qi.

He was dressed in a well-fitting suit, looking completely at ease, as if he was born to sit there.

"I personally express my deepest condolences for Mr. Charles's passing."

Zhang Qi's calm voice rang out in the conference room, "But the empire cannot be without a leader for a single day, especially on the eve of a great transformation we are about to undergo."

An elderly man with gray hair and sharp eyes, named Marcus, was a distant relative of the Weyland family and Charles's staunchest supporter.

He slammed the electronic pen on the table with a loud thud.

“Mr. Zhang, I have many questions about Charles’s death. A heart attack? That’s too much of a coincidence! Just when he was preparing to conduct an internal review of certain projects!”

His gaze was fixed on Zhang Qi, his suspicion and hostility undisguised. "I believe that all company decisions should be suspended until the matter is thoroughly investigated!"

Several directors closely associated with Marcus echoed his sentiments, and the atmosphere in the meeting room instantly became tense.

Zhang Qi was not angry, and his expression did not change at all.

He simply raised his hand, and Watson behind him silently transmitted encrypted documents to the terminals in front of each director.

Marcus opened the file with disdain, initially with a sneer, but within seconds, the color drained from his face at a visible speed.

The document contained no threats or intimidation. It only contained video clips and photographs.

There are his secret bank account statements in Switzerland, recordings of his secret meetings with executives of rival companies, and even a complete chain of evidence of an "accident" he staged years ago to eliminate his rivals.

Each of these points would be enough to ruin his reputation and send him to spend the rest of his life in prison.

He suddenly looked up at Zhang Qi, his eyes filled with shock and disbelief.

His secret, which he thought was perfectly hidden, was actually known to the other party.

"Mr. Marcus,"

Zhang Qi's voice rang out at the opportune moment, still gentle, "What did you just say? I didn't hear you clearly. You said, what do you want to investigate?"

Marcus opened his mouth, making a gurgling sound in his throat, but couldn't utter a single word.

He felt like a person stripped naked and thrown into the snow, while the other person held a torch in their hand that could ignite everything he had.

He slowly and laboriously sat back down, lowered his head, and looked as if he had aged ten years in an instant.

The other directors in the meeting room, seeing Marcus's reaction and then looking at the more or less, but equally deadly, "dirt" on their own terminals, fell silent in fear.

Only then did they truly realize that the power this young man possessed far exceeded their imagination.

He not only possesses the company's future technologies, but also the past of each and every one of them.

Fear is a more reliable rein than loyalty.

After completely suppressing all dissenting voices, Zhang Qi did not stop at intimidation; he showed everyone the true "future."

"The alien army and cyborgs are just the beginning."

Zhang Qi brought up a series of brand-new technology blueprints on the virtual screen,

The 'Genesis' device capable of transforming planetary ecosystems, the immortality project based on gene editing... all Charles seeks is wealth and worldly power.

What I will give you is the qualification to become gods.

A series of stunning concept drawings were presented to all the board members.

It was a future far grander and more insane than the business empire Charles Wieland had envisioned.

If fear had subdued them before, this current ecstasy has made them pledge their loyalty.

They are all intelligent people, and it's obvious that they can gain more by following Zhang Qi.

As for a dead Charles Wieland, who cares?
On that day, the board of directors of Wieland-Yuya Corporation unanimously approved the appointment of Mr. Zhang Qi, the company's chief technology officer and a groundbreaking scientist, as chairman of the board and CEO.

In an effort to stabilize the stock market, which was potentially volatile due to the sudden death of his former chairman, Zhang Qi immediately announced several patents for sub-projects of "post-human technology," instantly igniting the market.

After a negligible and brief dip, WT's stock surged like never before, reaching a new all-time high.

In the frenzy of capital, the name Charles Wieland was quickly forgotten.

Having achieved absolute control over Wieland Corporation, Zhang Qi now possesses the world's largest resource platform.

The next step, naturally, is to transform these resources into the most tangible benefits—the main god's reward points and side quests.

But he also knew that relying on just him and Watson was far from enough to "harvest" these plot points most efficiently.

The rules of the Supreme God are very clear: only those who have been reincarnated or whose direct creations have personally killed the enemy can receive the reward.

Therefore, he needs more "harvesters".

With a flash of light, Zhang Qi's figure reappeared on the white plaza of the Main God Space.

Not far away, Chu Xuan was standing under the giant sphere of light, his fingertips constantly tracing patterns in the air as he browsed through the vast amount of information in the exchange list.

Zhang Qi didn't disturb him, but simply nodded slightly to the focused figure before turning and walking towards his own room.

Chu Xuan seemed to sense something, pushed up his glasses, glanced back at the doorway where Zhang Qi had disappeared, and then immersed himself in the sea of ​​data again.

He discovered something very interesting, some deep logic about the God's function of "creating humans".

The next day, all members of the Zhongzhou team gathered again in the center of the square at Zheng Zha's call.

Chu Xuan stood before the crowd and began his "lecture" with a blank expression.

"Based on my research, the essence of the divine power to create humans is to create them using standard human genes as a blueprint."

"If your purpose is merely to satisfy your most primal physiological needs, then a Fiji Cup priced at one reward point is far more practical than spending a huge amount of reward points and side quests to create a 'woman,' both in terms of energy conservation and return on investment."

His analysis made Zheng Zha, Zhang Jie, and the others feel embarrassed.

This is practically pointing a finger at them and calling them stupid and wasteful.

"Hold!"

A roar broke the silence. Zhang Jie suddenly stood up, his face flushed, and pointed at Chu Xuan.

"So what if I have the wisdom of an ordinary person? So what if I created women? I'm still alive and well, and I'll only get better and better off! You fucking..."

"Zhang Jie, calm down..."

Zheng Zha quickly stepped forward and pulled the excited Zhang Jie back.

For a moment, the scene was a little chaotic.

Just then, Zhang Qi came out of the room, and his appearance silenced the arguing crowd.

Then, ignoring the previous argument, he took out a silver metal box with a futuristic look from his storage ring and placed it on the ground.

The box opened automatically, revealing neatly arranged high-tech weapons that gleamed with a ghostly blue light.

Pulse rifles, smart grenades, portable energy shields...

Upon seeing these things, Zheng Zha and the others stopped arguing and stared at Zhang Qi in disbelief...

(End of this chapter)