The end of the world is approaching, I'm handing myself over to the country.

Mo Fang moved his stiff neck.

"But I need to take a shower first. My body smells so bad right now that even I can't stand it."

"Young Master, this..."

The butler tried to persuade him further, but the master's order was immediate.

But Mo Fang didn't give him that chance at all.

He pushed off with his feet, and like an arrow released from a bow, he shot out in an instant, so fast that he left only a blur.

The butler opened his mouth, but the rest of his words got stuck in his throat.

Young Master...when did he start running so fast!

Even those athletes on TV probably couldn't run at that speed...

Mo Fang rushed into his room, quickly stripped off the clothes he was wearing that were no longer recognizable as their original color, and ran straight into the bathroom.

Hot water poured down from above, washing away the grime from my body and relieving all my fatigue.

He didn't turn off the tap until the bathroom mirror was completely fogged up by steam, then dried himself off and changed into clean, fresh loungewear.

The whole process was neither rushed nor slow.

After doing all this, he slowly walked towards the study on the second floor.

"Knock knock knock".

He gently knocked on the heavy mahogany door.

"Come in."

From inside the door came Mo Haoyan's voice, which was suppressing his anger.

Mo Fang pushed open the door and entered.

The main light in the study was off; only a desk lamp was on, casting a dim light.

Mo Haoyan sat behind that large desk, his whole body shrouded in shadow, only his eyes were frighteningly sharp.

The anger almost materialized, making the air in the entire study thick and sticky.

"I need an explanation."

Mo Haoyan looked at him coldly, each word seeming to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

Despite the overwhelming rage, Mo Fang maintained his calm and composed smile.

He didn't speak.

Instead, he went straight to the desk.

Under Mo Haoyan's cold gaze, he reached out and picked up the crystal ashtray on the table in front of him.

It was a valuable custom-made item, heavy and sturdy.

Mo Haoyan just stared at him, not understanding what he was trying to do.

Mo Fang squeezed his hands together slightly.

next second.

"Click..."

A very faint, teeth-grinding cracking sound rang out.

Mo Haoyan's pupils suddenly contracted.

What did he see?

In Mo Fang's hand, a crack appeared on the surface of the incredibly hard crystal ashtray!

Before he could react...

"Click...click click..."

The dense cracking sounds blended together!

Under Mo Haoyan's horrified gaze, the heavy crystal ashtray in Mo Fang's hands was visibly crumbling apart!

From fragments, and then... to powder!

Mo Fang loosened his grip.

Silvery-white, crystalline powder, like fine sand, fell softly from between his fingers, piling up into a small dune on the dark carpet.

The entire study was deathly silent.

Mo Fang raised his hand, gently blew away the residue still clinging to it, and then looked back at his father, who had completely turned to stone.

He spoke with a smile.

"Is this explanation sufficient?"

Mo Haoyan froze in his chair, his mind blank.

He stared intently at the pile of powder on the ground, then glanced at Mo Fang's hand, which was excessively clean and without any wounds.

Anger, questioning, authority...

At this moment, all emotions were replaced by an incomprehensible and immense fear.

He opened his mouth, but his throat was incredibly dry.

"What kind of power is this?"

Mo Fang smiled.

His smile remained calm and serene, completely out of place with the heavy, almost oppressive atmosphere in the study.

"Unexplainable."

He shook his head, then added.

"I can't explain it either."

Mo Haoyan's body tensed up at those seemingly casual words.

Can't explain it?

What kind of answer is that!

But before he could question him again, Mo Fang's next words made his heart stop abruptly.

"Even you, you can't tell anyone what just happened."

"This is not a discussion, it's an announcement."

Mo Haoyan had lived half his life giving orders to others; he had never been spoken to in such a tone before, especially not by his own son.

But he did not get angry.

Because the pile of powder on the ground was still silently telling a terrifying truth that defied common sense.

Mo Fang looked at his father's face, which kept changing in the shadows, and continued speaking.

"The only thing I can tell you is that I'm not a fool."

"Moreover, I have already achieved my goal."

These two short sentences were like two thunderclaps, exploding in Mo Haoyan's mind!

Not stupid...

The objective has been achieved...

Mo Haoyan is not a fool. On the contrary, his mind is far sharper than most people's to get to where he is today.

In an instant, countless clues sprang together in his mind.

Mo Lecheng's previous speculation.

Add to that Mo Lecheng's inexplicable kneeling incident, which sparked a nationwide uproar!

And just now, that hand... that hand that turned hard crystal into powder!

Based on what he knew and Mo Fang's actions just now, it already speaks volumes.

The world is probably about to change drastically.

And his son is standing at the forefront of this massive transformation!

Mo Haoyan clenched his fists tightly under the desk, his knuckles making a slight cracking sound from the excessive force.

His body was trembling slightly.

It wasn't out of lingering fear, but rather because of an extreme sense of excitement.

It's been so long, so very long...

He had never been this excited before.

The opportunity to take a step forward... has finally arrived!

He remained silent for a long time, so long that the air in the study seemed to freeze.

Finally, he spoke slowly, enunciating each word clearly.

"I will keep the group's affairs under wraps."

His voice had lost all trace of anger, leaving only an iron-willed resolve.

"You don't need to worry about public opinion, stock prices, or anything else from the outside world."

Mo Haoyan raised his head, his sharp eyes piercing through the darkness and locking onto Mo Fang.

"Just go and do your thing."

"Tell me what you need."

"Money, people, resources... whatever you need, whatever I can give you, I will do everything in my power to cooperate with you."

This is a father's promise to his son.

He was also a top businessman who, after sensing the signs of a changing era, placed all his bets on it!

Mo Fang looked at him and finally nodded.

This result was within his expectations.

A man who can build a multi-billion dollar empire from scratch can never be bound by old frameworks.

At that very moment, the oppressive atmosphere in the study subtly changed.

The misunderstanding that created a barrier between father and son vanished instantly in the face of a far greater reality, one that could overturn the world.

A new and stronger alliance was thus formed.

However, the next second.

Mo Fang's body stiffened slightly without warning.

A familiar voice appeared out of nowhere in his mind.

[Enter Wasteland Era.]

【Now!】