Deposed? I couldn't be happier! I wouldn't even be a dog to the crown prince.

In the Hawaiian safe house, Li Chengqian suddenly ripped off his heated helmet and slammed it onto the sofa.

The dark gold, high-level deep-sea diving helmet, crafted from flowing glass, slammed heavily onto the soft cushions of the leather sofa.

The edge of the shell emitted a long, buzzing sound due to the violent impact.

The air was filled with the smell of burnt silicone from server overload.

Li Chengqian was completely naked from the waist up.

His heavy breathing pulled at the dense black graphene conductive lines on his chest and back.

Those lines are fading after going offline.

A perfect vacation turns into a 007-style high-intensity butt-wiping ordeal, leaving Prince Salted Fish in a state of extreme agitation.

"I'm here for a vacation! Not to be a 24/7 internet cafe manager for you bunch of feudal bandits!"

Li Chengqian kicked over the iced beverage bucket next to him.

The stainless steel drum rolled violently on the floor.

The sound of physical impacts was particularly jarring in the empty safe house.

He stretched out his two large hands and frantically rubbed his hairline, which was numb from the pulsed current.

His eyes were bloodshot and looked unhealthy.

This was originally a paid extended leave that he had specially approved from the Academy of Sciences.

As a result, it only took three days.

First, the aristocratic families were smuggling brain machines in the West Market, and then the old man was firing red cannons in the inner city.

Finally, he had to personally transform into the Great Sage of Data.

We're using the physical infrastructure of all thirteen provinces in the world to fight against rats in the gutter.

This intense, non-stop overtime work has completely crossed the line of his psychological comfort as a nobody.

"Your Highness, the Daming Palace is preparing to hold a grand court assembly to summarize the safety of the Zhenguan era."

Wu Zetian's blue projection weakly offered a reminder from the side.

Her beautiful phoenix eyes stared unblinkingly at her master's fat face, which was as black as the bottom of a pot.

"A grand assembly? They still have the nerve to hold a meeting?!"

Li Chengqian gritted his teeth.

He roughly pulled the red main switch on the virtual control panel with his right hand.

A ten-fold larger holographic projection was launched from overseas and crashed onto the scene of the grand assembly.

Within that microsecond, the central gateway of the TianShu system was forcibly opened with an unreasonable, highest-priority channel.

A golden spectrum of billions of terabytes.

Submarine cable piercing the Pacific Ocean.

It swept across physical boundaries of tens of thousands of miles.

The main hall of the Taiji Hall in Daming Palace.

The morning sunlight had just illuminated the remaining snow on the roof tiles.

Li Shimin was dressed in a neat bright yellow dragon robe, sitting upright on the dragon throne.

Changsun Wuji, Fang Xuanling, and other civil and military officials were bowing.

Standing at the bottom of the white marble steps.

Everyone held their imperial tablets, ready to sing praises for this "great victory against feudal smuggling."

"boom!"

There was no written notification.

Above the solid floor tiles in the very center of the Taiji Hall, the void was violently torn apart in one ten-thousandth of a millisecond.

A giant golden holographic projection, several dozen feet tall, almost bursting through the ceiling of the main hall.

It carries a terrifying flow of particles.

It slammed hard into the very center of the assembly hall.

The bright light illuminated the brass tablets held by the officials, making them appear completely white.

Inside the light curtain.

Li Chengqian was shirtless, with most of his body covered in charred graphene wires.

His messy hair was wildly blowing in the Hawaiian sea breeze.

He pulled his aviator sunglasses down to below the bridge of his nose.

He revealed a pair of dead fish eyes that had become fierce and tyrannical due to working overtime all night.

He pointed at his father and all the civil and military officials and roared: If you cause any more trouble, I'll fly back tomorrow and cut the internet cable of Taiji Palace!

"You bunch of feudal zombies with rusty brains, listen up!"

Li Chengqian's thunderous roar echoed wildly between the mahogany pillars of the Taiji Hall through holographic sound.

The physical resonance caused the gilded palace lanterns hanging from the roof beams to rattle and clang loudly.

"From now on, if anyone dares to touch those illegal helmets of unknown origin in the inner city again..."

Or if anyone dares to use a drastic, decisive approach against me again.

I'm buying a physical plane ticket to fly back to Chang'an first thing tomorrow morning!

His giant projection tilted forward by thirty degrees.

That golden index finger, as thick as a pillar.

It almost poked Li Shimin's nose and beard.

"I personally carried the massive shears from the Road Administration Bureau and physically cut all the superconducting main cables of your Taiji Hall and the Ministry of Works!"

"Let all of you gentlemen go back to the primitive society where you used oxcarts to pull official documents!"

Li Shimin's words of praise were cut off.

The old man was sitting on the dragon throne.

He had already cleared his throat and put on a fatherly, approving smile.

He raised his right hand, ready to praise this rebellious son, the "Golden-Armored Great Sage," for saving the emperor in front of all the officials.

Before he could even utter a single syllable...

He was silenced by his son's loud, booming voice, which cut off all his words.

The old man's fat face disappeared in milliseconds.

It changed from bright red to a bluish-gray.

He unconsciously fiddled with his two dragon boots on the pedals.

His lips trembled.

The majesty of the Heavenly Strategy General was on full display for that one minute.

This unfilial son trampled on him in public, making him look like a useless rag.

But he looked at the bloody biological stingers that hadn't been removed from Li Chengqian's body.

The anger in his heart simmered in his throat, but he ultimately didn't dare to slam his fist on the table.

The old man awkwardly shifted his buttocks back, unable to utter a single word.

Below the steps.

Changsun Wuji buried his head in the wide sleeves of his fox fur coat.

His shoulders were twitching nervously at a high frequency.

A pair of fat thighs stomped through the muddy water, making a squelching sound as they tried to suppress their laughter.

The comical scene of the courtiers trying to suppress their laughter without daring to utter a sound continued throughout the hall.

Yuchi Gong had a dark expression on his face.

His two old eyes were full of laughter as he turned his head toward the large red pillar beside him, pretending to study the wood grain on it.

Fang Xuanling bit his court tablet with his withered lips.

My molars are aching from straining so much.

No one dared to make the slightest physical noise at this moment.

This is the most outstanding and hardcore scene of filial piety between father and son in the Tang Dynasty.

There is only this salted fish prince in the whole world, who lives far away in Hawaii.

They dared to use a projection ten times larger to publicly reprimand the founding emperor, treating him like a lowly soldier in a beginner's village.

The technological gap was amplified by the roar of new technologies that night.

They shattered traditional customs of loyalty and filial piety.

Two rows of heavily armed Imperial Guards stood at the door, holding their muskets level, but they didn't even dare to pull the bolts.

"What are you looking at? I'm talking to you, old man!"

Li Chengqian had no intention of giving anyone face.

He took a sip of his iced cola.

The cold voice carried a hint of irritable stickiness in the chilly wind.

"The central bank's data reserve fund has been forcibly locked to compliance with the anti-addiction 2.0 standard."

From now on, let Meiniang handle the physical accounts honestly.

If you dare to use human brains as batteries to fuel your backing again...

I'm permanently banning your Royal Privilege ID!

"You unfilial son... Stop yelling at me in front of all the civil and military officials."

Li Shimin finally couldn't help but mutter something.

The old man's right hand slammed weakly on the sandalwood dragon table.

The sound was so soft it was like shooing away a fly.

"Hasn't I already had the old Fang draft the 'Security Law'?"

"I've already put the reins on. Tonight... get the transoceanic hotline set up for me. I need to see your reports."

"It's Chinese New Year! What are you talking about! No overtime!"

Li Chengqian roared.

His left hand made a violent cutting gesture on the console panel.

That rejection action occurred in a fraction of a millisecond.

The cold light from the holographic recorder was precisely projected onto the screen.

The phantom of the bright red pleated battle robe lingered in the air one last time.

The huge golden projection in the center of the entire Taiji Hall.

Within one ten-thousandth of a millisecond.

Without any suspense, it turned into a deathly silent, scattered spectrum, completely extinguished.

The hall fell into an eerie, deathly silence once again.

Sunlight streamed in from outside the main gate.

It made the still-sparkling ice feet shine.

Li Shimin sat on the broken remains of the dragon throne, his old face flushed, and he squeezed the jade ruyi in his hand so hard it made a cracking sound.

Changsun Wuji finally couldn't hold back any longer.

He let out a muffled, snickering laugh.

"Changsun Wuji! What are you laughing at!"

The old man found an outlet and suddenly stood up from the dragon throne.

Bare feet stomped on the white marble steps, making the billiard balls rattle.

"Take off your fox fur coat!"

Tonight, go to the West Market and, together with the laborers, physically smash those scrapped iron hats into wrought iron slag for me!

If you don't smash at least 10,000, you're not allowed to come home for noodles tomorrow!

The old fox's smile froze instantly, and his fat face twitched.

Meanwhile, in a safe house far away in Hawaii.

As soon as Li Chengqian cut the connection, he slumped into the rattan chair.

He casually grabbed a clean white towel from the side and wiped the large patch of cold sweat from his forehead.

"Sir, the error waveform from the Western Regions has stopped, but the matter is not over yet."

The phantom of Wu Zetian stood to the side, her slender fingers slamming down on the filter.

A streak of heterochromatic charge spanning the entire base of the East Asian sea network.

It appears abruptly in the dark, blind spot at the very bottom of the chart.

It created a strange wave pattern.

The waveform displayed an abnormal, deathly red color.

The frequency of the jump.

It was as fast as a dying bird flapping its wings frantically.

Its origin.

Bypassing all of Gongshu's sub-gateways, they directly followed the physical flow of the burned smuggled copper wires upstream.

The target is none other than the central bank's most core and original digital reserve vault.

The languid, salty look in Li Chengqian's eyes, hidden behind his sunglasses, had not yet surfaced.

Then a sharp beep suddenly sounded from the bracelet.

He was permanently stuck in mid-air.

"Warning! A massive, non-compliant cross-border asset flow misalignment has been detected!"

"Foreign exchange reserve gap: 3 billion credit points!"

The system's emotionless, primitive mechanical voice suddenly echoed wildly in the sweltering safe room.

The indicators on the screen that had turned a deep blue.

Within a microsecond.

Once again, it strangely merged into a blinding expanse of deathly red.

Just after Li Chengqian finished cursing and cut off the communication, Tian Shu suddenly intercepted an unusual flow of billions of dollars in funds from the overseas black market.