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

Sweat dripped down his double chin.

It slammed heavily onto the smooth tiles of the sterile corridor, splashing a small spray of water.

The edge of the gold-embossed document in his hand was already damp with the sweat from his palms, leaving a clear fingerprint.

This is no ordinary congratulatory gift.

Five stainless steel medical carts were parked side by side in the corridor of the medical center.

The wheels pressed against the floor, bearing a chilling weight.

The first cart was full of heavy parchment rolls.

It bears the wax seal of European royalty.

A century-old castle in the Loire Valley of France, along with 3,000 acres of top-quality vineyards, was given away unconditionally.

The second cart was piled high with Middle Eastern-style black and gold combination lock boxes.

Wang Kai's hands were shaking when he opened the car.

The transfer agreements for two high-yield oil fields with a daily output of 10,000 barrels, along with lifetime extraction rights, were neatly stacked inside.

There were also dozens of uncut pigeon blood rubies, each the size of a quail egg, scattered around.

Under the cold white shadowless lights of the corridor, a blinding red light was reflected.

As for the three vehicles behind...

It holds shares in one of the top five investment banks on Wall Street, a freehold title to a private island in the Pacific, and even core board seats in several long-established European military companies.

These are chips that, if randomly selected, could trigger a massive tsunami in the international capital market.

now.

It's like cheap toilet paper that's not selling well in a wholesale market.

Piled together, they exuded a strong, obsequious, and money-grubbing stench.

The major conglomerates were utterly terrified after witnessing the devastating tactics Chen Yuan displayed on the dark web.

Taking advantage of the birth of the heir to the Star Empire.

They gave everything they had just to buy a get-out-of-jail-free card from this living devil.

Chen Yuan stood in the sterile buffer zone outside the delivery room.

He didn't even lift his eyelids.

His deep black eyes showed no trace of the allure of immense wealth.

Those assets, enough to buy several small countries, seemed less interesting to him than the patterns on the tiles on the corridor walls.

His left forearm was bent upwards, remaining in the same position for more than half an hour.

The muscles on his arms were taut beneath the pure black fabric of his shirt.

But they dared not make the slightest unnecessary movement.

In the crook of my arm, I held a little dumpling wrapped in a top-quality, temperature-controlled cashmere blanket.

My younger sister, Chen Muzhou, has just finished drinking her milk.

Her rosy little face rested against Chen Yuan's broad chest.

He was fast asleep with his eyes closed.

Her pink little mouth occasionally smacked twice, spitting out a crystal-clear saliva bubble.

The bubble burst, making a soft "pop" sound.

Chen Yuan's movements were stiff yet gentle.

His hands, which had once typed out cross-border strangulation codes on the keyboard, were now carefully protecting the back of his daughter's head.

She was afraid that the buttons on her clothes might hurt this fragile little life.

A faint scent of baby milk mingled with his unique, cool soapy fragrance.

It slowly ferments in the surrounding air.

"Brother Yuan."

Wang Kai's legs were trembling as he handed forward another copy of the highest-level special approval order for a duty-free port in the Commonwealth of Great Britain.

"There are too many documents; the vault can't hold them all. Perhaps we should contact the legal department to process the transfer first..."

"You're blocking the way."

Chen Yuan's indifferent voice echoed in the corridor.

It was kept very low, exuding an unyielding coldness.

He turned to the side, protecting his daughter in his arms, away from the documents that reeked of pungent ink.

My gaze swept over those carts as if they were a pile of obstructive medical waste.

Wang Kai's fat jiggled.

They quickly pushed the cart at the front, which was full of castle deeds, and pressed it tightly against the wall.

They cleared the way.

"Pick out those parchments."

Chen Yuan strode forward, his leather shoes making no sound as they touched the floor.

He gave the order without even turning his head.

"This decades-old sheepskin is moisture-proof and breathable."

"Take it to the sterilizer for sterilization three times, then put it under the crib mattress."

"It's perfect as a moisture-proof back pad for children."

These words were spoken.

The air in the corridor seemed to freeze.

Wang Kai's 200-pound body swayed suddenly, and his knee hit the edge of the stainless steel cart.

The dull pain from the metal colliding was far less intense than the shock he was experiencing at that moment.

Acquire the title deed to a French royal castle worth billions of euros.

Use it as a moisture-proof diaper pad for a newborn princess?

Is this something carbon-based bioenergy could come up with?

If those old noblemen in Europe who kneel outside the Star Tower begging for an audience knew this, they'd probably have a stroke on the spot.

An eagle that had been standing guard nearby the whole time.

The muscles on that scarred face twitched twice.

But he didn't loosen his grip on the tactical baton.

According to Mr. Chen's rules.

As long as the little master can sleep comfortably, it's perfectly reasonable to use any amount of parchment, even to dismantle Buckingham Palace to make a cradle.

Wang Kai squatted on the ground with his butt sticking out.

With a pained expression, he pulled out the land deeds, one by one, from the safe, each bearing the seals and emblems of various countries.

Stacked in a pile.

Just as he was halfway through organizing it.

"Sizzle—sizzle—"

A low-frequency, muffled vibration sound.

It came out of Chen Yuan's suit trouser pocket without warning.

There was no ringtone.

The only sound was the friction of the motor spinning wildly against the fabric.

The voice was extremely low, yet it possessed a penetrating power capable of severing one's nerves.

The temperature in the corridor seemed to drop two degrees in that instant.

This is the highest level of crisis warning set by the dark web ghost base station.

This frequency is only triggered when the core data node suffers devastating physical damage.

Chen Yuan stopped in his tracks.

He did not hand his daughter over to the nurse next to him.

Her left arm remained in that stiff yet gentle posture, steadily supporting the sleeping Chen Muzhou.

His free right hand reached into his pocket.

He pulled out that specially made, encrypted, pure black phone.

The machine was radiating intense heat due to the high workload.

The screen lit up, casting a cold, white glow on his sharply defined jawline.

There is no conventional application interface on the screen.

There was only a bottomless black background.

The dense red gibberish resembled a swarm of bloodthirsty piranhas, frantically devouring the green defense nodes.

Those channels that represent Xingchen Venture Capital's overseas settlement hub are successively flashing glaring red lights.

Someone is attacking his territory.

Moreover, their aim was to paralyze the entire StarCraft multinational financial chain.

Chen Yuan's dark eyes stared at the jumping gibberish.

The gentleness in his eyes was instantly covered by a layer of ice that had never melted.

That familiar yet terrifying aura of Asura seeped outwards little by little along his upright spine.

Even the eagle beside him instinctively gripped its weapon, its muscles tensing to the limit.

These rats are hiding in the sewers.

She had calculated that he would be fully focused on accompanying the mother during childbirth today, and that all his energy would be concentrated on hospital security.

It was assumed that Xingchen Venture Capital's internal defenses had entered a vacuum.

These are the remnants of Wall Street who narrowly escaped disaster during the last short-selling attack.

They actually joined forces and launched a suicide cyber attack at this critical moment.

A cool breeze blew in from the ventilation opening at the end of the corridor.

The little girl in Chen Yuan's arms.

It seemed to sense the change in temperature.

She frowned slightly, her eyebrows drooping.

The girl waved her delicate little hand in mid-air and let out a soft, uneasy whimper.

The frost in Chen Yuan's eyes lessened slightly the moment he heard that faint protest.

He did not get angry.

There was no rush to perform reverse tracking on the phone.

The right hand extends out.

Randomly starting from the top of the pile of gift lists that Wang Kai had just organized.

He pulled out a bearer check bearing the seal of UBS and with a face value of 10 billion US dollars written on it.

The paper is stiff.

Chen Yuan flicked his wrist slightly.

Holding the multi-billion dollar check, he slowly waved it across his daughter's cheek.

It creates a gentle, regular breeze.

It blocked the cool air coming from the vent.

The little girl's brow unfurrowed under the soothing artificial breeze, and she drifted back into a deep sleep.

Chen Yuan casually fanned his daughter with a bearer check for 10 billion US dollars, his deep black eyes fixed on the hidden garbled characters popping up on his phone screen, a bloodthirsty sneer curling at the corner of his mouth: "Those remnants on Wall Street really know how to pick their time to die."