Brother, just how powerful is our family?

Yes, you read that right. Fourteen chapters today, one more than the thirteen chapters that killed Tomato's author! Kill him! Please take a screenshot and send it to other authors you're following, especially that one who killed his peers! Kill him!

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Why did Qin Feng dare to build a base in Africa? Why did he dare to confront the United States head-on? Why did he disdain those so-called "families" in China?

Because what he held in his hand was not a gun, not a missile, not a nuclear bomb.

It's an interstellar warship.

It is an interstellar warship capable of flying out of Earth and freely navigating within the solar system.

Faced with power at this level, any military force on Earth appears... naive.

"What time will the observation group depart tomorrow?" the deputy minister asked.

"The chartered plane was arranged at seven o'clock this morning," Director Chen replied.

"Notify everyone that no one is allowed to leave tonight, and no one is allowed to contact anyone outside the country," the deputy minister ordered. "In addition, closely monitor the core members of the Chen, Zhao, Wang, Lin, and Zhou families. Restrict their departure from the country until the observation group returns."

"yes!"

The command was executed swiftly.

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Late at night, in the presidential suite of the Hilton Hotel in the provincial capital of Henan Province.

Chen Shaogang hung up the phone with his father, his heart still pounding.

The air conditioning in the room was at a comfortable temperature, but he felt a chill down his back, and his shirt was soaked with cold sweat.

His father's words, "Someone is watching us," were like an ice pick, piercing his heart.

"It shouldn't be that bad..." he muttered to himself, trying to convince himself, "No matter how capable Qin Feng is, he's just an entrepreneur. Our Chen family has been in business for decades, with deep roots and a thriving family..."

But reason told him that his father wouldn't be so nervous for no reason.

He walked to the window, pulled back a corner of the curtain, and looked down.

The street in front of the hotel was sparsely trafficked, with several black cars parked on the side of the road, and it seemed that there were people inside.

Is it just my imagination?

Chen Shao wasn't sure. He went back to his room and paced back and forth in the living room.

On the coffee table were the materials from the meeting with Zhao Shao and the others that afternoon, a plan on how to "pressure" Huanyu Group from various levels.

Now, these proposals seem so ridiculous.

He recalled Qin Feng's expressionless face and the coldness with which the other party said "see the guest out."

That wasn't the shrewdness of a businessman; that was... condescending contempt.

Just like watching ants.

My phone vibrated again. It was a message from Zhao Shao: "Young Master Chen, are you asleep? Young Master Wang said he's going to see Secretary Zhang from the provincial government tomorrow. What do you think?"

Chen Shao stared at his phone screen, his fingers hovering over the keyboard, not moving for a long time.

To go or not to go?

If we go, and it turns out that, as my father said, we've already been targeted, then we'll be walking into a trap.

So you're just going to back down like that? The young master of the prestigious Chen family, scared away by a country bumpkin?

He was still hesitating when his phone rang again. This time it was Zhou Shao: "Chen Shao, I just got a call from home... any news from you?"

Zhou Shao's phone call was like the last straw, breaking Chen Shao's hopes.

He took a deep breath and called his father back.

The call was answered quickly, and the father's voice was calm: "Speak."

"Dad," Chen Shao lowered his voice, "have...have we really gotten ourselves into big trouble?"

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone, then the father's weary voice came through: "Listen to me, leave the hotel immediately. Don't notify anyone, including your friends. Go to the airport, use 'Liu Xiaojun's' passport and ticket, fly to Hong Kong Island. Someone there will meet you, then you can transfer to the United States."

"Liu Xiaojun" is Chen Shao's backup identity, which he prepared several years ago but has never used.

"Dad, it can't be that bad, can it?" Young Master Chen tried to argue, "Our Chen family has been like this for so many years..."

"The Chen family has survived all these years precisely because we know when to advance and when to retreat!" The father's voice suddenly turned stern. "This time, the person you've messed with is someone we can't afford to offend. Understand? We can't afford to!"

"But Qin Feng, he..."

"He's not Qin Feng! You have no idea what he represents now! Stop asking questions and let's go!"

The call was disconnected.

Chen Shao stood there, his phone slipping from his hand and falling onto the carpet with a dull thud.

He realized that he might have really messed up.

It's not the kind of disaster that comes from a business dispute, it's... the kind of disaster that could destroy an entire family.

Without thinking twice, he rushed into the bedroom and took a briefcase from a hidden compartment in the wardrobe.

Inside were Liu Xiaojun's complete set of documents: passport, ID card, driver's license, several bank cards from different banks, a brand new mobile phone, and 100,000 yuan in cash.

He quickly changed into ordinary sportswear, put on a baseball cap and mask, and took off his million-dollar Richard Miller watch, replacing it with an ordinary Casio.

The person in the mirror was no longer the spirited Young Master Chen, but an ordinary young man who would not be given a second glance if thrown into a crowd.

He picked up his suitcase and took one last look at the suite where he had stayed for three days.

The documents on the coffee table, the designer suits in the closet, the high-end skincare products in the bathroom... these things are no longer important.

The important thing is to leave safely.

He walked out of the room and, instead of taking the elevator, walked down the fire escape stairs.

The sound of footsteps echoed in the empty stairwell, each one striking his heart.

When he reached the third floor, he heard the elevator ding from upstairs, followed by hurried footsteps. Someone had entered his room.

They came so fast.

Chen Shao quickened his pace, almost running downstairs.

Instead of going through the main entrance of the hotel, he slipped out through the staff entrance on the side.

The streets were cold and windy late at night. He pulled his hat down low, walked to the roadside, and hailed a taxi.

"Driver, to the airport."

The taxi drove into the night. Through the rearview mirror, Chen Shao saw several black cars parked in front of the hotel, and a group of people hurriedly walking out of the hotel, seemingly searching for something.

He looked away, leaned back in his seat, and closed his eyes.

His heart was still pounding, but at least he had escaped.

Once you arrive at the airport, pass through security, and board the plane, everything is safe.

My father has connections in Hong Kong and the United States. As long as he leaves the mainland, far from the reach of the central government, who can do anything to him?

We'll discuss this further later...

The taxi sped along the airport expressway. Outside the window, the city lights gradually faded into the distance, replaced by the darkness of the suburbs.

Forty minutes later, the brightly lit airport terminal came into view.

Chen Shao paid the fare and walked into Terminal 2 carrying his suitcase. He had bought a ticket for the 1:10 flight to Hong Kong Island, and it was now 12:30, just in time.

He went to the self-service check-in counter and printed his boarding pass using "Liu Xiaojun's" passport. The machine worked normally and the boarding pass was dispensed smoothly.

There weren't many people queuing at the security checkpoint. Chen Shao stood behind a tour group, head down, trying not to attract attention.

One by one, the people in front of him went through security. When it was Chen Shao's turn, he put his suitcase on the conveyor belt, took off his hat and mask, and prepared to go through the security gate.