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

The satellite radio crackled to life.

"Hoo... Reporting, sir!"

It was Aya. The girl's voice sounded full of the arrogance of a victor and disdain for the two "prisoners of war."

"Mission accomplished. That fat guy from Silicon Valley got incredibly lucky; with my guidance, he blind-fired a shot and hit that lame stag in the rear."

"Then I just finished him off. They're so exhausted they're like two puddles of breathing mud, they can't even lift a deer's leg, and they're still there grinning and taking pictures."

"Very good." Chen An picked up his wine glass, a smile playing on his lips.

"Have Ironhead and the others drive over in their UTVs to clean up the mess. Award these newly promoted 'Titan Club Gold Members' their Bison Horn Medals."

Chen An looked at the forest in the distance.

"Oh, by the way. Tell them that our manor kitchen will be serving this game as the main dish tonight."

"And we'll serve them their specially prepared 'Titan White Diamond' fragrance-grade homemade sauce to welcome them home. However, the service charge for this meal..."

Chen An's voice sounded remarkably elegant, almost villainous, in the quiet tent:

"Add another 500,000 US dollars."

Aya's hearty and wild laughter came from the other end of the radio: "Understood! My king! I'll go and skin the rest of them alive!"

As the radio station shut down, the entire 20,000-acre protected area was ignited by the last rays of the setting sun.

The nightmare survival journey for these financial giants may be coming to an end.

But for Chen An...

This seemingly carefree daily life, where one only needs to enjoy power, sex, and endless divine agricultural products to harvest wealth from the world's tycoons, is rapidly advancing at a speed that is driving the entire world crazy!

Night fell over Titan Manor.

But on a huge open space located on the edge of the residential area, the lights were on and people were bustling about.

Two huge bonfires were burning brightly, making the surrounding area extremely warm.

A mahogany table, more than ten meters long, was placed in the middle of the campfire.

The air was filled with a strange, meaty aroma that had never been smelled before, one that could instantly shatter one's rational defenses.

It's a nuclear-level aroma created by a blend of venison fat, freshly ground white strawberry sea salt, and most importantly, the "Titan Iris Old Root White Diamond Complex Fragrance Sauce" developed by Katie.

"Oh my God... is this really the lame deer we chased through the woods for four hours?"

One side of the long table.

Mark Zuckerberg, a Silicon Valley tech mogul, and the illustrious Duke of Aston, England.

These two tycoons, who usually only eat at Michelin three-star restaurants and frequently pontificate on the cover of Forbes, were now slumped unceremoniously on a log bench.

Their expensive Arc'teryx jackets and custom-made Dr. Martens boots were covered in mud and scratches, and there were even a few pine needles stuck in their hair.

But none of that matters.

What truly broke them was the venison steak on the plate in front of them, emitting an amazing aroma.

And the man sitting at the other end of the long table, still maintaining absolute relaxation and elegance.

Chen An was wearing a dark blue velvet casual jacket and holding a stemmed glass filled with a special Cabernet Sauvignon from the Saint Elena Winery in California.

To his left was Aya, the "female warden," who had washed off the mud paint and changed into a black leather skirt with silver tassels, exuding a primal and wild allure.

On his right was Jessica, who had been exhausted in the tent during the day and was now hanging on his shoulder like a boneless creature, exuding an extremely seductive and languid charm.

This is the Titan King's banquet.

Use the most advanced form of dimensional reduction attack to torment and appease these people who come to "beg for grace".

"What? Are you two not satisfied with this prey that you hunted yourselves?"

Chen An raised his glass, his voice not loud, but clearly audible in the quiet evening breeze.

"Satisfied! Extremely satisfied!!"

Fat Mark was like a wolf that hadn't eaten for three days, not caring about using those cumbersome French cutlery.

He grabbed the still-hot bone-in venison steak with his bare hands and tore off a large bite.

The next second, Mark's eyes rolled back.

When that sauce, infused with the aroma of mutated iris and blended with premium vegetable cream and wildflower honey, melts on the tongue.

The combination of the venison, which, despite being released, still retained its wild nature, was like a gourmet grenade exploding deep within his soul!

This was a hundred times more exhilarating than when he developed the first generation of large-scale models!

The Duke of Aston, standing to the side, was slightly more refined and cut a piece with a knife and fork.

But that was after taking just one bite.

"Clang!" The fork fell onto the plate.

The Duke, accustomed to London's rainy days and bland fish and chips, closed his eyes and took a deep breath:

"This is magic... no, it's ten dimensions more amazing than the Iberian black pig I ate at the Buckingham Palace dinner."

"How did they manage that faint floral fragrance? It's like they locked a spring forest right down my throat!"

That's what you call being unsophisticated.

Standing behind Chen An, Tie Tou watched the two big shots react like country bumpkins and couldn't help but roll his eyes as he tried to suppress his laughter.

He even dipped the scraps of meat he ate as snacks during patrols in this sauce, so he was no longer surprised by it.

Seeing his prey completely won over by the meal, both in terms of their stomachs and their self-esteem, Chen An gently put down his wine glass.

Aya, with her keen eye, picked up a black velvet tray with gold trim from the table and handed it to the two wealthy men who were still savoring the moment.

On the tray were two pure black alloy-textured business cards printed with the Titan Mining logo.

There was also a bill folded in half.

"Welcome to the Titans Club."

Chen An leaned forward slightly, picking up an Atabes cigar between his fingers. Jessica immediately came over and skillfully lit it for him with a pure silver windproof lighter.

"Given that you are among the first candidates to complete the 'wild baptism,' I have granted you special permission to become Platinum members directly."

"Even tonight's special wild game feast, made with your own sweat and... well, your slightly weak legs, can be discounted for you."

Fat Mark, while munching away, gratefully picked up the bill: "Thank you, Mr. Chen! How much is it after the discount?"

The moment he lifted the bill, the chewing motion in his mouth seemed to catch a shelled stone.

On the exquisite little strip of parchment printed with subtle patterns, there was only one simple sentence:

"Today's ingredient processing, chef's appearance, wildlife rescue and environmental usage fee: $500,000.00 USD"

Five hundred thousand US dollars?

They ate a lame deer that was originally wandering around in the wilderness?

This price is even more outrageous than booking a three-star restaurant and eating a full Michelin-starred meal for a month straight!

"Ahem... Um, boss. Was the guide service you provided in the woods and the one where you used an eagle to find us included in this bill?"

Despite his twitching cheeks, the Duke, with his noble background, still struggled to get a reasonable explanation.

"No, the tour guide service is free. The 500,000 is purely the value of this layer of green spice and a little bit of secret herbal sauce on this plate~"

Katie, who was grilling the last piece of fatty pork loin next to her, snorted and added insult to injury.

This is the bullying of the elite: prices are clearly marked, take it or leave it.