My whole family was brutally murdered? I awakened the thug system and went on a killing spree.

When Qin Meng returned to the Jiangcheng base with the Moon Back Key, the base square had already been transformed into a temporary dock.

More than four hundred royal warships lay scattered across the wilderness, their hulls dismantled and broken apart. From a distance, they looked spectacular, yet also heartbreaking.

The first thing Hu Biao said after disembarking was: "Whoever dismantled the No. 3 frigate's turret askew, step forward, and I promise I'll only scold them for half an hour."

An engineer ran over with a wrench in hand, looking aggrieved, and said, "Team Leader Hu, that turret fell down by itself, and it also damaged two cranes."

Hu Biao clutched his chest on the spot, his pain genuine: "The alien technology didn't kill me, but the repair bill took my life first."

Qin Meng ignored him and handed the data he brought back from the far side of the moon directly to Jiang Nuonuo.

After watching the trajectory of the Reaper mothership's acceleration, Jiang Nuonuo's face looked even worse than if she had stayed up for three nights straight.

She zoomed in on the projection, pointed to the red line, and said, "In fifteen days, it will enter the outer orbit of Mars. According to the range of the Royal Court's weapons, it doesn't need to get close to Earth to fire."

Chu Feng added, "The main cannon of the Reaper mothership is not an ordinary energy cannon; it will first penetrate the planet's magnetic field and then strip away the surface ecological layer."

Hu Biao's eyelids twitched as he listened: "The term 'peeling the ecological layer' sounds really sophisticated. Aliens are quite good at naming things when they do bad things."

Qin Meng stared at the massive shadow on the screen and tapped his fingers on the table.

He has three things to do now.

First, convert the captured warships into Earth-based artillery platforms.

Second, clear out the messy accounts of the Vientiane Chamber of Commerce, which are still dragging things down.

Third, study the key on the far side of the moon and use it to harvest the passage.

Each one is very troublesome.

The three items stacked together were so troublesome that they could cause the entire logistics department of the Jiangcheng base to resign.

Jiang Nuonuo laid out the list of warship modifications and spoke quickly: "Our biggest problem is not the lack of cannons, but the lack of sufficient energy interfaces and operators."

The Royal Court's warships require high-dimensional crystals for their weapon systems to operate, and Earth's existing crystal reserves are only sufficient to support a medium-scale salvo.

If we want to turn more than 400 warships into a defensive line, we would need at least that batch of treasured crystals from the Wanxiang Chamber of Commerce warehouse.

The problem is that Jinwanlou is still huddled inside MixC.

While the fat man verbally sought peace, he was actually moving his warehouses and secretly contacting several debtor sects, preparing to flee to the South China Sea underground port.

Jiang Nuonuo said coldly, "He wants to escape with the ledger and the crystal. Once he escapes off the mainland, it will be troublesome for us to catch him again."

Hu Biao slammed his fist on the table and cursed, "This fat bastard is still thinking about moving at a time like this! Is his family's ancestral grave buried under an abacus?"

Qin Meng stood up and said, "Then let's go collect the debts first."

Jiang Nuonuo reminded, "There are 20,000 armed men in Wanxiang City, many of whom are just ordinary guards and may not know what Jin Wanlou did."

Qin Meng nodded: "That's why I won't attack the city, I'll attack his safe."

That evening, Qin Meng led Hu Biao, Chu Feng, and a rapid response team to fly towards the mountains of western Yunnan.

Vientiane City is nestled deep in the mountains, with seven defensive walls on the outside and the interior filled with guild warehouses and trading halls.

After the cataclysm, many sects owed money to the Wanxiang Chamber of Commerce, so this city has always been very wealthy.

How rich are they?

The city wall's brick seams are inlaid with low-grade crystals, so at night, without needing to turn on the lights, poor people passing by would be so angry they'd suffer internal injuries.

On the top floor of the Golden Building, Jin Wanlou was directing his men to move the core ledgers.

His face was round and cheerful, but his eyes were anything but cheerful.

A manager said tremblingly, "President, the Jiangcheng base has locked onto us. If we don't leave now, it will be too late."

Jin Wanlou wiped his sweat and cursed, "What do you know? You have to take money with you when you run away. What am I supposed to do if I run off to the South China Sea and starve?"

Another vice president whispered, "President, why don't we give the crystal to Qin Meng and save our lives first?"

Jin Wanlou turned to stare at him, his anger flaring up: "Give it to Qin Meng? I've worked hard for twenty years to monopolize the crystal market, and he thinks I have to give it all away just because he says it's for the survival of humanity?"

The vice president dared not utter a word.

Jin Wanlou took a few breaths, his voice hardening: "It's not that I don't want to save the Earth, it's just that I can't let Jiangcheng Base have the final say."

That's his reasoning.

After Qin Meng publicly reveals his warship technology, the core advantage of the Wanxiang Chamber of Commerce will collapse.

The debtor sects will break their contracts, the crystal inventory will depreciate, and the resource kingdom that Jin Wanlou has built up over the years will be demolished into scrap metal.

He feared the harvesters, and he also feared Qin Meng.

In his eyes, the harvesters wouldn't arrive for another fifteen days, but Qin Meng could come tonight.

So he had to run.

As long as he takes the crystal and the ledger, he can start over in the South China Sea underground port and wait for the situation to change.

Unfortunately, just as he finished calculating, a loud bang rang out outside the Golden Pavilion.

A defensive array descended from the sky and crashed into the valley outside the city, its array plates still smoking.

All alarms at MixC City sounded simultaneously.

Qin Meng hovered above the Golden Tower, holding the second array core in his hand, and asked with a smile, "President Jin, are you home? I'm here for an audit."

All 20,000 guards in the city looked up at him.

Many people's legs went weak.

They get paid to guard the warehouse, not to fight with men who can tow four hundred warships.

Jin Wanlou's face was deathly pale, but he still forced himself to broadcast the message over the city's public address system: "Qin Meng! Wanxiang City is a neutral commercial zone. Your unauthorized intrusion is a disruption of global order!"

Qin Meng looked down at Jin Lou, his tone casual: "When you sent people to steal my warship in the middle of the night, was the global order taking a nap?"

Jin Wanlou choked.

Hu Biao shouted through a megaphone from the aircraft: "Wanxiang City guards, listen up! Put down your weapons and stand on the left, continue working and stand on the right, those who want to die with Jin Wanlou, stand in the middle so we can count them."

That's a very unethical thing to say, but it's very effective.

The guards on the city wall looked at each other, and immediately a group of them lowered their guns.

One of the team leaders shouted, "We're just contract workers, our social security contributions haven't been fully paid yet, and we're not involved in the chairman's personal grudges!"

Hu Biao laughed: "You're conscientious. I'll make sure you get your workers' compensation later."

Seeing the guards waver, Jin Wanlou immediately activated the escape array beneath Jinlou.

He doesn't plan to stay.

His real trump card is underground.

There is a maglev train converted from royal ruins that can take him to the South China Sea underground port.

But when he led his confidants into the underground vault, he was stunned.

The underground garage door was open.

It was completely empty inside.

Qin Meng stood next to his safe, holding a thick ledger in his hand.

Jin Wanlou's lips trembled: "How did you get in?"

Qin Meng flipped through the ledger and said, "The combination to your safe is easy to guess: six eights. It suits the tastes of a nouveau riche."

Jin Wanlou almost fainted.

He then realized that Qin Meng hadn't actually broken in through the front door.

Qin Meng used his gravitational domain to dig a silent passage from beneath the mountain and entered the core vault directly.

The dismantling of the city's defensive array was just a convenient scare tactic.

The real knife has already fallen on his ledger.