America: The neighbor's wife is so incredibly hospitable!

Irina gripped the joystick.

On the screen, the red crosshair locked onto a small black dot drifting in the distance.

Goodbye, little boat.

Irina pressed the red launch button.

"Thump thump thump thump—!!!"

Although it was remotely controlled, the deck could still feel that heart-pounding vibration.

The flames spewing from the cannon were a meter long, and huge shell casings rained down on the deck.

The once calm sea surface in the distance instantly boiled.

The wrecked speedboat was torn to pieces by a large-caliber armor-piercing shell within seconds.

It turned into a pile of floating wood chips and a burning fireball.

"Hurrah!" Irina excitedly waved her fist, her destructive urges greatly satisfied.

"That's so cool!"

Jessica was stunned. "This is like a scene from a movie!"

"An, I want to play too! I want to sink that biggest plank!"

In no time, this priceless superyacht was transformed into a giant arcade for beautiful women.

The sounds of gunfire, laughter, and shell casings hitting the ground mingled together.

……

While everyone on the Titan was having a great time...

Not far from the exercise area.

A white superyacht, the "Beluga," flying the Russian flag, is slowly passing by.

The ship's owner, Russian oligarch Viktor, was sunbathing on the deck, with two blonde supermodels in his arms.

"Huh? What's that sound? Is it thunder?"

Victor took off his sunglasses and looked into the distance with a puzzled expression.

"Boss...it sounds like someone's firing." The bodyguard next to him, holding binoculars, looked somewhat pale.

"Look at that black ship over there...that's the 'Leviathan,' isn't that Old Joe's old ship?"

"But the firepower up there... my god, is that a carrier-based machine gun?"

Victor snatched the binoculars.

He saw the giant ship that resembled a black knight.

I also saw a group of bikini-clad beauties on the deck taking turns operating heavy weapons.

"Whose boat is that? Is the Mediterranean so chaotic these days? Is it a private yacht or a destroyer?"

Although Victor was rich, he could only keep a few AK47s on his boat for self-defense.

Seeing that others were simply setting up machine guns on the deck and playing with them like toys, this oligarch suddenly felt incredibly inferior.

"I don't know... I heard it's run by a Chinese person," the bodyguard replied. "They're making quite a splash lately, it's called Titan Mining."

"Chinese?"

Victor's eyes darted around.

As an oligarch who built his fortune on resources, he had a natural awe of power.

"Make out the ship's number. When it arrives at Cervo, send me a case of the best vodka."

"I told you... Victor wants to make friends."

……

The exercise has ended.

Debris floats on the sea.

Chen An was very satisfied with this.

This is not just a test launch, it's a demonstration.

News travels fast on the high seas.

With this "fireworks show," even the most rampant North African pirates would have to give way when they saw the Leviathan's black paint scheme.

"Alright, go take a shower if you've had enough fun."

Chen An looked at the group of women who were somewhat overly excited by the smoke of battle.

"We're about to arrive at Cervo. It's one of the most luxurious ports in the world."

Chen An walked over to Sarah and helped her tidy her hair, which had been ruffled by the wind.

"Tonight, let's eat on the shore."

"I heard there's a restaurant there, built inside a cliffside cave. I've already booked the whole place in advance."

"Another private event?" Sarah shook her head with a smile. "Ann, are you trying to buy up all the restaurants in the world?"

"If that's what you like, then it's fine."

Chen An held her close as they watched the Sardinian coastline draw ever closer.

The rugged rocks, the azure sea, and the countless luxury yachts moored in the harbor create a picture of extreme wealth and opulence.

The Leviathan, with an air of supreme authority, slowly sailed into the heart of this arena of fame and fortune.

This time, it's no longer a remote farm, nor is it just a Hollywood dinner party.

This is where Europe's old money meets the world's top new elites.

Chen An knew that besides the beautiful scenery and delicious food, there would be many more interesting "prey" waiting for him here.

"Are you ready, ladies?"

Chen An stood at the bow of the boat.

"Let's give this dull European high society a little Titan shock."

……

In the twilight of Cervo Port, the smell of money was stronger than the sea breeze.

As the Leviathan's dark and massive hull slowly squeezed into the most central berth of the dock.

The yacht owners around them, who had previously thought themselves very wealthy, all consciously moved their small boats to the side.

The 80-meter-long black behemoth, with its deck covered by mysterious heavy weapons, exudes an overwhelming sense of oppression.

"Wow... there are more Ferraris here than Mustangs back home."

Jessica stood on the gangway, looking at the row of supercars parked on the dock, and couldn't help but sigh.

She wore a bohemian-style openwork long dress.

Inside, she was wearing a bikini, large sunglasses, and holding an unfinished mimosa cocktail.

"Of course. This is the summer palace of Europe's wealthy."

Madeline walked beside her, gracefully nodding slightly to several familiar faces from the European aristocracy on the shore who recognized her.

As a former countess, this was once her domain, but she has never returned as a powerful conqueror as she does today.

Chen An walked last.

She wasn't dressed up; she was just wearing a white linen shirt and casual pants.

The cuffs were rolled up, revealing a Patek Philippe Nautilus.

But the entourage surrounding him was truly terrifying.

He was surrounded by seven stunningly beautiful women, followed by a team of burly security guards in black.

The large group of people walked onto the dock in a grand procession, attracting more attention than Hollywood stars walking the red carpet.

"Mr. Chen, the restaurant's shuttle bus has arrived."

Captain Andrei pointed to a long, convertible Bentley.

……

Cave restaurant.

This is a hidden restaurant that is not open to the public. It is built inside a natural cave on a steep cliff in Sardinia.

The waves crashed against the rocks dozens of meters below our feet, while stalactites that had stood for millions of years loomed overhead.

There are only a few tables, and it's only open at sunset.

As Chen An and his group sat down, the setting sun shone into the cave, bathing the entire space in a mesmerizing orange-red hue.

"This reminds me of 'Devil's Throat'."

Irina looked at the surrounding rocks and said nostalgically, "It was freezing cold there, but it's so warm here that it makes you want to sleep."

"Don't sleep, the main course hasn't been served yet."

Katie, menu in hand, was acting out of professional habit again, criticizing the waiter, "Was your sea urchin freshly caught?"

"I want purple sea urchin, not horse manure sea urchin! And the basil leaves in the lobster pasta must be freshly picked!"

The waiter was stunned by the powerful young female chef's reprimand and nodded repeatedly.