You got your marriage certificate and then abandoned me? I'll feed the richest woman in the wor

A rare crimson tinge appeared in Chen Yuan's eyes.

He gently pressed his face against the girl's warm lower abdomen.

His voice was hoarse and trembling.

"Wanzhou...can you feel it? This is our bloodline."

In the thin layer of skin beneath the palm.

A subtle rhythmic sound, like a fish blowing bubbles, could be heard.

boom.

boom.

Though faint, it carries a vibrant power that shakes the soul.

Shen Wanzhou's fingertips ran through the man's slightly messy short hair.

Her soft palm pressed against his cold, handsome profile.

She responded softly.

Her thick nasal voice carried an irresistible sweetness.

Outside the window, the early winter wind lashed against the thickened explosion-proof glass.

It emitted a dull whimpering sound.

The room was warm, like early spring.

The aroma of chamomile rose slowly under the orange wall lamp.

All the killing and scheming were kept outside this small space.

"Buzz—"

A low, rapid vibration.

Suddenly, the sound came from the combination lock drawer at the bottom of the bedside table.

It was accompanied by a short, sharp "beep" sound.

The frequency was eerie, exuding a sense of oppressive urgency.

In that fraction of a second, the muscles on Chen Yuan's back tensed up into an iron plate.

That tender feeling of becoming a father for the first time.

It was abruptly severed by a layer of Asura's murderous aura that suddenly descended.

This is the highest level of blood-red warning on the dark web.

This backup device will only issue an alert if Star Ventures' core assets suffer a devastating attack.

Shen Wanzhou was startled by the slight noise.

Her peach blossom eyes were half-open, and her curled eyelashes fluttered twice.

"What's wrong...?"

She rolled over and snuggled closer to Chen Yuan.

The fabric of the silk nightgown rubbed against the man's chest, creating a soft rustling sound.

"fine."

Chen Yuan quickly suppressed the chill emanating from his body.

The left arm is extended.

He pulled the petite girl into his arms tightly, gently resting his chin on the top of her head.

"I'll handle the sales call."

A large hand patted her back rhythmically.

The force was steady and reassuring, carrying an undeniable sense of comfort.

Only when the breathing in his arms became long and even again did Chen Yuan free his right hand.

He opened the drawer and took out the all-black encrypted phone.

The screen glowed with a cool, white light.

It hit his sharply defined cheek.

The screen was filled with a waterfall of red gibberish.

Europe, North America, and the Middle East.

Seventeen deep-water ports controlled by Xingchen Venture Capital were simultaneously hit by massive short selling.

The money trail was blocked by a dozen clandestine overseas illicit financial groups.

These rats, hiding in the sewers, lay dormant for a full six months.

They thought the stars were leaderless.

Finally unable to suppress its greed, it revealed its venomous fangs.

On the screen, a line of provocative code left by the other party even popped up:

"Abyss, go home and take care of your children. This sea area belongs to us."

There was no warmth in Chen Yuan's dark eyes.

He didn't even get out of bed.

He still used his left hand to protect Shen Wanzhou's waist, letting her warm cheek press against his chest muscles.

He held the phone in his right hand.

The thumb leaves afterimages invisible to the naked eye on the specially designed virtual keyboard.

The screen flickered faintly.

Far across the ocean.

Inside an abandoned nuclear bunker, buried 50 meters underground somewhere in North America.

The three tycoons of the Black Gold Group are holding glasses of Bordeaux red wine.

Staring at the plummeting stock price of Starport on the screen.

"Disconnect all external fiber optic cables!"

The white leader slammed his glass on the metal table.

The bottom of the cup made a crisp clinking sound.

"We've completely cut off the internet at the physical level. Even if he really is a god of the dark web, he can't climb in through the network cable!"

"When the sun rises tomorrow, the European route will be ours!"

Arrogant laughter echoed through the underground bunker.

They thought that by hiding in their shells, cut off from the internet, they could safely enjoy the billions of dollars they had plundered.

Those heavy lead-acid explosion-proof doors gave them blind confidence.

Genting Manor, Master Bedroom.

Chen Yuan's thumb hovered above the Enter key on the phone screen.

Physical internet outage?

Do you really think that the rulers of the dark web need a few broken fiber optic cables to kill people?

These people have no idea.

Every overseas acquisition fund of Xingchen Venture Capital has a dormant Trojan horse gear embedded in the underlying agreement.

Normally, it is a legitimate fund settlement channel.

Once maliciously intercepted, it becomes a miniature nuclear bomb that detonates directly inside the other party's account.

"Click".

Chen Yuan's fingertips gently touched down.

There was no earth-shattering sound.

A short, thirteen-bit ultimate self-destruct code travels directly across the globe via low-frequency satellite signals.

North American underground bunkers.

The smiles on the faces of the black gold tycoons, who were celebrating wildly, suddenly froze.

The screens of the dozen or so independent local area network computers in front of them all turned a glaring blood red at the same time.

"What's going on! Weren't we physically disconnected from the internet?!"

The white leader lunged at the keyboard.

I frantically tapped my fingers, but the screen remained unresponsive, as if it had frozen.

The plastic keys on the keyboard were being smashed and were making a loud cracking sound.

"Sir! Our Swiss bank bearer account... is being emptied!"

A technician tumbled and fell to the ground.

His knees slammed heavily onto the concrete floor, the sound filled with desperate despair.

"It wasn't just transferred... the underlying system data was completely erased!"

"All the money vanished into thin air!"

The white leader's legs went weak.

He collapsed onto the carpet, which was covered in cigarette ash.

He stared intently at the string of zeros, his heart feeling as if it had been crushed by a bloody claw.

A black gold empire accumulated over generations.

It vanished in three seconds.

But this is just the appetizer for the nightmare.

Chen Yuan leaned against the soft velvet cushions.

Swipe the screen again with your right thumb.

He not only wants to bankrupt these people, but also to deprive them of the right to breathe in this world.

Access the dark web bounty pool.

Chen Yuan directly packaged the precise GPS coordinates of the private refuges of these three shady syndicate leaders.

With the highest level of authority, they sent free mass messages to several warlords and enemies in the Middle East and South America whom they had previously exploited and swindled.

The password cracking sequence for the bunker door is also included.

It took less than two minutes to do all of this.

Chen Yuan stopped what he was doing.

The phone screen automatically splits into several tiny monitoring screens.

That was the live footage transmitted back from the scene via a tactical recorder on the enemy's body.

In the picture.

The heavy explosive bomb blew open the defensive door of the underground bunker.

Thick smoke filled the entire screen.

Fully armed enemy militants flooded into the shelter that they thought was absolutely safe, like a tidal wave.

Gunshots and the sounds of smashing and looting intertwined to create a symphony of death.

The once arrogant and domineering black gold giants.

At this moment, he was lying on the ground like a dog, with his hands covering his head.

His expensive suit was torn to shreds.

His face was covered in blood as he frantically kowtowed and begged for mercy at the dark muzzles of the guns.

"Don't kill me! I've lost all my money! Please..."

The pitiful pleas for mercy were so intense that you could almost smell the stench of despair, even through the screen.

Some even crawled over and licked the soles of the militants' tactical boots, hoping to get a bullet in return.

Chen Yuan didn't even flinch.

He didn't even turn up the volume to listen to the screams.

The well-defined knuckles of his fingers pressed the mute switch on the side of the phone.

Click.

All the killing and wailing were completely sealed off within the silent screen.

He turned his head to the side.

Shen Wanzhou was sleeping soundly.

One hand was still unconsciously protecting her high, protruding belly.

Her skin had a warm, pinkish glow, and her breath carried a sweet, milky scent.

This is his whole world.

Anyone who dares to extend their claws will have their entire family wiped out.

Chen Yuan casually tossed his phone onto the sheepskin cushion on the bedside table without making a sound.

Watching the horrific scenes of those ruthless tycoons being besieged by their enemies and desperately begging for mercy on the screen, Chen Yuan casually silenced his phone, his eyes icy cold: "Trying to short Starry Sky while I'm with my wife? You bunch of trash don't even deserve to line up for the rooftop."