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

A custom-made, all-black encrypted phone.

Following the man's long, strong fingers, it silently slid onto the thick Persian carpet.

The screen was tilted downwards, completely obscuring the crimson, bloody gibberish.

outside the window.

The early winter wind, mixed with icy rain, lashed against the bulletproof glass.

It emitted a dull whimpering sound.

The room was warm and cozy, with chamomile aromatherapy mist rising slowly under the orange wall lamps.

Chen Yuan looked away.

The hard jawline, the moment he turned his head, completely shed all its defenses and menacing aura.

He lay back down in the soft blankets.

With a long arm, he pulled the girl, who was still asleep with a slightly furrowed brow, into his embrace, holding her tightly.

Shen Wanzhou's cheek was pressed against his warm chest.

It seemed to have sensed that familiar, cool soapy scent.

Her tense back gradually relaxed.

Two small, fair hands unconsciously gripped the hem of his pajamas.

The outside world is filled with bloodshed and turmoil, and the century-old conglomerate is destroyed.

At this moment.

They were completely shut out of their world by this heavy mahogany door.

three days later.

Cloud Top Manor, two underground floors.

Inside the fully enclosed tactical combat room, the air was filled with a strong, pungent smell of male sweat.

The bloody combat training of the past is gone here.

The art style, however, is so bizarre that it makes you question the meaning of life.

"Hurry! Hurry! Hurry!"

"Number two, the water temperature has dropped! Why the hell are your hands shaking when you're pouring water?!"

The middle-aged woman, Dark Rose, was wearing a bright red tracksuit.

He was holding a large megaphone.

Standing on the edge of the octagon, he roared wildly at the top of his lungs.

In the center of the arena.

The Eagles were wearing tight-fitting black tactical vests.

Sweat poured down his face like a waterfall, his face covered in hideous scars.

He was wearing a pink baby carrier on his chest!

The shoulder straps were stuffed with six heavy red bricks.

"Shut up! This thing is harder to handle than defusing a C4 bomb!"

The eagle gritted its back teeth.

His hands moved swiftly across a table covered with a waterproof pad.

On the table lay a life-size, high-quality silicone baby.

"Sizzle—"

The Velcro was roughly torn off.

"You tore the leak-proof side panel!"

Grandma Rose slammed her hand on the railing, making the barbed wire rattle loudly.

"If I leak urine, I'll get Mr. Chen's Persian carpet dirty."

"Do you believe he'd stuff you into a meat grinder and turn you into fertilizer?!"

The eagle shuddered.

Those large hands that could crush a mercenary's neck with their bare hands.

He was clutching a thin diaper, trembling like a severely ill Parkinson's patient.

He held his breath and stiffly lifted the silicone doll's legs.

"Place it two fingers below your waist...adhere it...pay attention to the tightness..."

"drop--!"

Next to him, a sixth-grade junior high school student was wearing a blue and white school uniform.

Holding a military stopwatch in his hand, he pressed the timing button heavily.

"Fifteen seconds!"

Xiao Liu pushed up his thick black-rimmed glasses and delivered his verdict mercilessly.

"Uncle Eagle, at this speed, the child would have caught a cold from the cold wind long ago."

The eagle plopped down on the rubber mat.

His chest heaved violently.

The red bricks in the baby carrier were digging into his ribs and causing him pain.

He grabbed the towel around his neck and hastily wiped the sweat from his face.

"Change of personnel! It's the butcher's turn!"

Leng Yue, wearing a black tight-fitting vest, walked over from the large equipment area next door.

She was carrying a thermos filled with boiling water.

It slammed down on the iron table with a "bang".

The deliveryman, Butcher, was wearing that iconic yellow vest.

A baby carrier filled with red bricks was also hanging on its chest.

He stood on the starting line, fifty meters away.

With his legs slightly bent, he assumed the starting position for a 100-meter sprint.

Listen carefully.

Leng Yue was twirling a Nepalese kukri in her hand.

The blade gleamed coldly under the incandescent light.

"A 50-meter tactical sprint, during which you have to get past three tire obstacles and avoid toy mines on the ground."

"Upon reaching the finish line, the milk powder must be prepared within ten seconds."

She tapped the high-end silicone baby bottle on the table with the tip of her knife.

"The water temperature must be precisely controlled at forty-five degrees."

"One degree too high will destroy the nutrients in the milk powder; one degree too low will prevent the clumps from dissolving."

"Did you understand?"

"clear!"

The butcher roared in a rough voice.

His eyes were fixed on the blue milk powder can on the finish line table.

He looked as if he were looking at an enemy bunker that was about to be destroyed.

"Ready—Go!"

The starting pistol in Xiao Liu's hand fired with a "bang".

The butcher's body, weighing over 200 pounds, resembled a heavy armored vehicle.

Carrying dozens of kilograms of red bricks on his chest, he charged out with a thunderous roar.

The rubber soles of the shoes screeched as they rubbed against the ground.

He deftly flipped sideways over the first tire obstacle.

It didn't even make a loud vibration when it landed.

"Keep your balance! Don't sway the baby in your belly!"

The eagle was shouting instructions from the side.

The butcher took a deep breath.

The core force tightened instantly, forcefully suppressing the shaking of the red bricks.

A sliding tackle perfectly avoids the scattered Lego bricks on the ground.

"Sizzle—"

He stopped steadily in front of the iron table.

He grabbed the thermos with his left hand.

The right hand precisely grips the body of the bottle.

"Pour water!"

Hot water poured down and came to a steady stop at the mark on the bottle.

Not a single drop of water splashed out.

"Add milk powder! Three level scoops, no shaking!"

Leng Yue's eyes were fixed on his movements like those of a hawk.

The butcher's forehead veins bulged.

Fingers accustomed to holding a machete were now gripping a small plastic measuring spoon.

Carefully scrape the milk powder off the rim of the spoon.

One spoonful, two spoonfuls, three spoonfuls.

Pour into a baby bottle.

Shake well! Do not shake it up and down! This will create air bubbles and cause gas in the baby!

Aunt Rose was using a megaphone to broadcast her message wildly.

Rub it in your palms! Rub it left and right!

The butcher immediately clamped the baby bottle between his palms.

Like rubbing sticks together to start a fire, it is rubbed back and forth rapidly.

The white milk powder dissolves quickly in warm water.

It turned into a bottle of milky white liquid at the perfect temperature.

"Time's up!"

Xiao Liu presses the stopwatch.

"Sprint for eight seconds, then pour milk for twelve seconds. Total: twenty seconds."

He inserted a thermometer into the baby bottle.

The red mercury column rose rapidly and came to a steady stop at the number forty-five.

"The water temperature is within acceptable limits, and there is no clumping."

The butcher let out a long, stale breath.

He collapsed onto the iron table like a lump of mud.

The yellow vest on his chest was already soaked with sweat.

"My goodness... this job is even more tiring than breaking out of Syria."

"Stop talking nonsense, next item!"

Leng Yue kicked the table leg.

She pulled a black tactical goggle from her waist.

It was placed directly over one's eyes.

She tied a knot at the back of her head.

The eagle, the butcher, and Granny Rose all followed suit.

Four top-tier monsters who kill without blinking an eye on the dark web.

They were all blindfolded and sitting cross-legged in a circle inside the octagonal cage.

"Baby cry sound wave recognition training, now begin."

Xiao Liu sat in front of the control panel.

My fingers tapped a few times on the keyboard.

A folder named "Human Cubs High-Frequency Sound Wave Database" was brought up.

"The first question."

Xiao Liu pressed the play button.

A sharp, urgent cry of a baby came from the speakers.

The voice was short and hoarse, carrying an impatient tone.

I'm hungry!

Eagle was the first to raise his hand, his voice booming.

"High frequency, tight rhythm, and accompanied by smacking sounds!"

"wrong!"

Xiao Liu ruthlessly pressed the red error beep button.

"That's the sound of a wet diaper protesting!"

"Listen carefully, there are two obvious pauses in breathing during the middle section; this is a physiological reaction indicating discomfort in the lower body!"

The eagle slapped its thigh in frustration.

"This is even harder than using sound to locate a sniper rifle!"

"Question 2."

The audio file on the speakers has been changed.

This time the crying was lower and continuous.

It conveyed a sense of grievance and irritability.

I'm sleepy.

Leng Yue spoke coldly.

"The frequency of vocal cord vibration gradually decreases, and the ending sound is prolonged."

"It also has a background noise similar to the friction noise produced when rubbing your eyes."

"Pacifiers and a white noise environment need to be provided immediately."

"Absolutely correct!"

Xiao Liu excitedly slapped the table.

"As expected of Sister Leng Yue, this voiceprint analysis is incredibly accurate!"

A smug smile curved Leng Yue's lips.

Four people, blindfolded, listened to a baby crying for two whole hours in the basement.

The analysis ranged from hunger, sleepiness, and needing to urinate, all the way to colic and teething irritability.

Every subtle change in audio.

They treated it all as the code to deactivate high-explosive landmines, memorizing it and engraving it into their minds.

"Alright, that concludes today's training."

Xiao Liu took off his headphones and rubbed his sore eyes.

"Everyone, my sister-in-law's due date is less than two weeks away."

"We don't have much time left."

The eagle ripped off its blindfold.

He casually wiped the sweat from his eyelids.

He stood up and untied the baby carrier filled with red bricks from his chest.

The heavy bricks hit the ground with several dull thuds.

The butcher also stood up.

That iconic yellow vest was completely soaked in sweat and turned a deep brown.

It clung tightly to his scarred back.

The smell of sweat in the air was ten times stronger than after a normal training session.

"Damn it, I've never worked this hard in my life."

The butcher's rough, large hands grabbed the rinsed, high-end silicone baby bottle from the table.

I gently rubbed my fingertip against the soft nipple.

The eagle turned its head.

Those bloodshot eyes now burned with an indomitable fervor.

He stared at the butcher, his scarred face contorted with intense emotion.

"Mr. Chen has entrusted his life to his sister-in-law."

The eagle's voice is deep and hoarse.

"Those two unborn little masters are the future of our Star Venture Capital."

The butcher nodded heavily.

Under the glaring incandescent light, the two exchanged a look of resignation.

Sweating profusely, the eagle and the butcher exchanged a glance, raised their high-end silicone baby bottles, and roared in unison, "Train! We must train! We're going to be the strongest godparents in the entire universe!"