Villain? No, I'll catch up with the protagonist after passing the civil service exam.

At this moment, the grand banquet hall on the top floor of the Grand Hyatt Hotel was resplendent with gold.

The Su family's annual family dinner is reaching its most incredible climax.

"You...you are actually..."

Su's mother-in-law, Liu Cuihua, slumped to the ground, her expensive evening gown crumpled in a ball, her usually sharp and mean face now filled with terror.

She trembled violently, pointing at the good-for-nothing son-in-law standing in the center of the hall, the one she used to boss around and even had to carefully pour the water for washing his feet.

Su Qiang, the brother-in-law standing next to him, was so frightened that he wet his pants, and a puddle of yellow liquid dripped down his trouser leg onto the carpet.

"Mom, I told you long ago, my brother-in-law is no ordinary person..." Su Qiang's teeth chattered as he desperately tried to shrink under the table.

In the center of the hall, Ye Chen stood with his hands behind his back.

He was wearing a black trench coat that he had picked up from some street stall, but at this moment, under the awe-inspiring gazes of all the wealthy businessmen from Jinghai, this tattered trench coat seemed to shimmer with a divine halo.

Three years.

Ye Chen's lips slowly curled into a signature crooked, cold smile.

That smile contained three parts mockery, three parts indifference, and four parts nonchalance.

"I endured humiliation and hardship in your Su family for three whole years, doing your laundry and cooking for you, and suffering all kinds of contempt."

"I wanted to interact with you as an ordinary person, but instead I received even more humiliation in return."

He suddenly waved his hand, and the lights in the hall seemed to dim as he did so.

"Now, I'm not pretending anymore."

"I'm coming clean!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than two rows of burly men in black sunglasses and suits rushed into the hall.

Their movements were perfectly synchronized; they knelt on one knee, their voices deafening: "Welcome back to the throne, Lord Asura!"

This roar completely shattered the worldviews of everyone present.

The wealthy and influential people of Jinghai City gasped in shock.

The Asura Hall? That legendary terrorist organization that supposedly controls half of the overseas mercenaries and multinational conglomerates?

Who would have thought that the dignified Lord of the Asura Palace would actually be a sycophantic son-in-law in the Su family for three years!

Ye Chen thoroughly enjoyed the attention he received, with everyone trembling in fear.

He walked to the stage in the banquet hall and picked up the microphone.

"Distinguished business elites of Jinghai, I am honored to have you all here today. Besides witnessing me, Ye, reclaim everything that belongs to me, I also have an immense fortune to bestow upon you all."

Ye Chen's eyes were sharp as he scanned the entire room.

"The 'Divine Punishment Fund' under my Shura Palace is officially opening its private placement quota to domestic investors today."

"This funding will be used directly to acquire energy and mineral resources in war-torn overseas regions, and to invest in the world's most advanced medical technology!"

The wealthy businessmen exchanged bewildered glances. One of them swallowed hard and mustered his courage to ask, "Lord Ye... how are the returns calculated for this fund?"

Ye Chen extended a finger and gently waved it in the air.

"Invest today, and your profits will increase tenfold next year!"

The entire room fell silent.

Immediately following was a gasp of cold air, like a volcanic eruption.

"Ten times?! 300% annualized return?!"

"This...how is this possible? What kind of business can offer such a high rate of return?"

Faced with the doubts, Ye Chen scoffed dismissively.

"What seems impossible to you is nothing more than a matter of daily life for my Asura Palace."

"I, the God of War Asura, always keep my word!"

"Of course, there are limited spots available, and the minimum investment is 100 million. Entry is limited to midnight tonight; no later than that."

Once human greed is ignited, reason vanishes instantly.

Under the intimidating aura of Ye Chen and the hollow reputation of the "Asura Palace," the wealthy businessmen's eyes turned completely red.

300% annualized return!

This isn't investment; it's clearly legal money printing!

As long as I latch onto this powerful figure, I can do whatever I want in Jinghai City and no one will dare to mess with me!

"Lord Ye! I'll invest two hundred million! That's my company's entire cash flow!"

"I'll invest 500 million! Lord Ye, take me to new heights!"

"Get out of my way! Let me sign first! I'll invest a billion!"

Just moments ago, the chairmen and CEOs were high and mighty, but now they're like middle-aged women in a supermarket grabbing discounted eggs, frantically pulling out their checkbooks and seals, scrambling to get to the front of the stage.

Seeing this scene, Su's mother-in-law was filled with deep regret.

If she had known that this good-for-nothing son-in-law was so rich, why would she have bothered associating with the powerful and wealthy? She could have just washed her daughter clean and sent her to his bed!

Ye Chen stood on the stage, looking down at the group of wealthy people waving checks like mad dogs.

The crooked smile on his lips reached its most perfect arc.

It became.

As soon as these billions of dollars arrive in his account, he can immediately launder the money cleanly through the overseas dark web.

Then, he'll change his identity, buy an island in the Caribbean, and live a life of luxury with fancy cars and beautiful women every day.

As for these people? It's none of their business.

"Everyone line up, one by one, to sign the contract!"

Ye Chen's men in suits immediately took out the "shareholding agreement" that they had prepared beforehand and placed it on the table.

A bald real estate developer, his hands trembling, held a pen and was about to sign his name on a contract.

Once he signs this contract, he can board the chariot of the Asura Palace!

however.

Just as the pen tip was about to touch the paper.

“Pah!”

Without warning, all the dazzling crystal chandeliers in the banquet hall went out!

The sudden darkness caused the frenzied crowd to scream in terror.

"What's going on? Is there a power outage?"

"Where's the security guard?! Who pulled the power switch?!"

Ye Chen frowned, a primal unease welling up inside him.

Before he could figure out what was going on...

"boom--!!!"

The two heavy, carved wooden doors of the banquet hall were kicked open from the outside with extreme violence!

The massive door panel collapsed with a loud crash, hitting the carpet with a dull thud.

Followed by.

Blinding red and blue flashing lights, like sharp swords tearing through the darkness, swept wildly into the hall.

"Don't move! Police!"

Amidst deafening roars.

Dozens of fully armed special police officers, carrying riot shields and automatic rifles, surged in like a black tide.

The intense beams of tactical flashlights intertwined to form a blinding white net, instantly locking onto everyone in the hall.

Those wealthy businessmen who were waving checks around frantically just a second ago were so frightened that they quickly threw down their pens, covered their heads, squatted on the ground, and trembled with fear.

What happened?!

Why are special police officers rushing in?!

Ye Chen stood on the stage, watching this sudden scene, and his expression finally changed.

"What are you doing? This is a private party!"

He tried to intimidate the police with the authority of the "Lord of the Asura Palace," shouting, "Who gave you the audacity to barge in? Do you know who I am?!"

No one answered him.

The special police officers quickly parted to create a passage.

Accompanied by a series of steady and rhythmic footsteps, leather shoes clattered on the broken glass scattered on the floor, producing a teeth-grinding "crack" sound.

A tall and imposing figure slowly walked in from the shimmering red and blue light.

Lu Jingyan.

He was wearing a crisp police uniform, the silver stars on his epaulets reflecting a cold metallic sheen under the bright light.

The gold-rimmed glasses on his nose exuded an unquestionable air of absolute rationality and authority.

With his hands in his pockets, his gaze swept past the bigwigs squatting on the ground and landed directly on the crooked-mouthed son-in-law on the stage.

Lu Jingyan walked to the front of the table and glanced at the so-called "shareholding agreements" that had not yet been signed.

He smiled.

That smile was full of mockery, as if looking at someone who was mentally challenged.

"A 300% annualized return? Tenfold next year?"

Lu Jingyan picked up the agreement and casually shook it.

"Such a good deal, why not include our city bureau in the profits?"

Ye Chen stared intently at Lu Jingyan in front of him, feeling an unprecedented sense of crisis.

He could sense that there was not a trace of spiritual energy emanating from the policeman.

But ironically, the oppressive feeling emanating from his very bones made even this so-called "God of War" feel a pang of fear.

"Who exactly are you?" Ye Chen gritted his teeth, suppressing the panic in his heart.

Who I am is not important.

Lu Jingyan casually tore the deceptive agreement in half and threw it at Ye Chen's feet.

Amidst the swirling confetti, he slowly raised his head.

His gaze was like a knife, piercing straight into Ye Chen's eyes.

"The Lord of the Asura Palace, is that right?"

Lu Jingyan pushed up his glasses, his voice as calm as if he were reading a death notice.

"Your performance is over."

The cold voice echoed in the hall for a long time.

Accompanied by the crisp clinking sound of handcuffs.

The legal trial has officially begun.