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That piercing cry.

It was like a thunderclap out of nowhere in the tranquil suite.

The muscles on Chen Yuan's back tensed up into a cold, hard steel plate in half a second.

He didn't turn on the warm orange wall lamp by the bedside.

The dim light from the corridor lamps helped us get in.

He turned his head away.

Shen Wanzhou lay on her side on the silk pillow, her breathing still even.

The extreme exhaustion from giving birth left her fair face with a pallor that was hard to shake off.

Her delicate brows furrowed slightly, as if she had heard the faint noise in her sleep.

Chen Yuan held his breath.

She straddled the large bed with her long, slender legs, without even wearing slippers.

Walking barefoot on the thick Persian carpet, there wasn't a single sound of the fabric rubbing together.

He strode into the adjoining nursery.

With his left hand, he precisely supported the back of Chen Nianshen's neck, while his right hand steadily cupped her little bottom.

The little dumpling, its face flushed red, was about to unleash a second, piercing howl.

He scooped her into his broad, warm embrace.

"Shhh."

Chen Yuan lowered his voice, his chest vibrating slightly.

He strode quickly across the corridor and pushed open the heavy bulletproof door at the end.

The inner study.

The door lock clicked shut.

The baby's piercing cries were sealed tightly within this secret room, impenetrable even by a high-explosive grenade.

Chen Nian Shen squirmed in her father's strong arms.

His little fists were clenched tightly, and he howled dryly with his eyes closed and his breath shut.

Chen Yuan did not turn on the overhead light.

He walked to the large black walnut desk, pulled out a gaming chair with one hand, and sat down.

He held his son firmly against his chest with his left arm.

That giant hand that once typed out the code to destroy a country's exchange rate on the dark web keyboard.

At this moment, it is happening at an unfamiliar yet cautious frequency.

Gently patting the back of the swaddled baby.

"Sleep...sleep..."

A deep, mellow baritone voice echoed in the dimly lit study.

That was originally a cold, ruthless voice used to issue bans to global conglomerates.

At this moment, however, all its sharp edges were forcibly suppressed.

He awkwardly hummed a lullaby without any cadence.

Chen Nianshen seemed to feel that familiar body temperature, which carried a cool, soapy scent.

The crying gradually subsided, turning into intermittent sobs.

Just then.

The military-grade mainframe on the desk was in standby mode.

Suddenly, a short, piercing buzzing sound was emitted.

Six huge curved screens lit up simultaneously.

A cold, bluish light shone on Chen Yuan's sharply defined profile.

A top-secret intelligence box with a black rose icon pops up in the center of the screen.

The highest level warning sent by Dark Rose.

Chen Yuan continued patting his son's back.

His deep black eyes lifted slightly, coldly sweeping across the text on the screen.

"Boss, something's happened."

The voice message was automatically transcribed at the bottom of the screen, each word filled with heartfelt emotion.

"On the sixth segment of the European route, near our Star Venture Capital's cargo route, we discovered traces of a transnational human trafficking syndicate."

"They hijacked a civilian ferry with more than 30 children under the age of three on board."

"The other party wants to take advantage of our flight path blind spots to evade Interpol's pursuit."

"Transporting people to black market organ auction houses in the Middle East."

The temperature in the study.

In that instant, the temperature plummeted below absolute zero.

Chen Yuan's breath hitched for half a second.

He looked down at his son, who had just calmed down and still had a single, glistening tear in the corner of his eye.

The little guy's tiny nose was twitching.

It is as fragile as a piece of thin paper that can be torn at the slightest touch.

Chen Yuan's jawline instantly tightened like a knife.

The tender fatherly love that lingered in his eyes was completely swallowed up by a raging inferno of hell.

Human trafficking ring.

These four words not only crossed the line for Star Venture Capital.

It pierced right into the sore spot that this new father absolutely could not touch.

How dare they mess with these children, who are the same age as Nian Shen, on his turf?

Chen Yuan's right hand slowly moved toward the black-switch mechanical keyboard on the table.

The left hand continued the gentle patting rhythm.

The lullaby he was singing was completely off-key, not a single beat was off.

"Little baby...go to sleep..."

A low, hoarse humming voice.

His right hand's five fingers completely transformed into a cold, black afterimage.

It glides swiftly across the touchpad and keyboard.

The green codes on the screen poured down like a cascading waterfall.

"Open the Dark Web Global Kill List."

Chen Yuan did not use voice commands; he entered the highest-level physical key with one hand.

A crimson death totem exploded in the center of the screen.

He skipped all the usual warnings and negotiations.

"Target: Blood Scorpion Human Trafficking Group."

"Reward amount: One billion US dollars."

"Requirement: Leave no survivors; physically eliminate them on the spot."

A slender index finger hovers above the red Enter key.

Chen Nian Shen squirmed uncomfortably in his arms, his little mouth pursed, as if he was about to cry again.

Chen Yuan immediately stopped applying pressure with his fingers.

She leaned down slightly and gently rubbed the tip of her high nose against her son's soft cheek.

"Don't be afraid, Dad's here."

A low, soothing voice fell.

He pressed the Enter key heavily with his index finger.

"Clatter".

A crisp click of the shafts colliding.

This deadly warrant, carrying a staggering billion-dollar bounty, travels along the ghostly base station on the bottom of the Pacific Ocean.

The message instantly spread to every top-tier mercenary terminal hidden in the shadows around the world.

High seas of the Atlantic Ocean.

On a black ferry disguised as a dilapidated fishing boat.

The burly kidnapper leader, his face contorted with menace, was counting the trembling children in the lower deck.

"Beyond this sea area lies the rendezvous point in the Middle East."

He took a swig of strong liquor and grinned menacingly at his men.

"This batch of goods is in good condition; it should fetch a good price..."

Before he could finish speaking...

"boom!"

The bulletproof glass of the ferry's cockpit was shattered by a long-range anti-materiel sniper bullet.

The kidnapper leader's head exploded in mid-air like a ripe watermelon.

Red and white splattered dirt onto the face of one of his men.

Followed by.

Three unmarked black speedboats, like ferocious sharks tearing through the sea.

They clamped their grip on the ferry's side from three directions.

Dozens of fully armed top-tier assassins from the dark web, their eyes gleaming with a fanaticism for a billion dollars.

They threw out the grappling hooks and rappelled onto the ship.

There was no negotiation, and no warning shots were fired.

The automatic rifle equipped with a silencer emitted a dull "thud".

These human traffickers had been on Interpol's wanted list for five years.

In less than three minutes.

They were unilaterally slaughtered completely.

The mangled corpse was bound with heavy iron blocks.

It was kicked directly into the cold Atlantic seabed like trash.

Even the slightest trace of blood was washed away by the rolling waves.

Genting Manor, soundproof study.

One by one, the red target coordinates on the screen went dark.

Until everything is reduced to zero.

This group of internationally notorious cancers was eradicated in less than an hour.

Chen Yuan leaned back in his gaming chair.

His cold gaze shifted from the screen and returned to his embrace.

Chen Nianshen finally stopped her intermittent sobs.

The little guy seemed to feel that unbreakable sense of absolute security.

Two chubby little hands, I don't know when.

He gripped Chen Yuan's right index finger tightly, the one that had just issued the death command.

Her small mouth was slightly open, and she was breathing evenly and sweetly.

I slept very soundly.

Chen Yuan looked at his son's unguarded sleeping face.

The chilling murderous intent in his eyes was enough to destroy a country.

Like the receding tide, it fades away completely.

He dared not pull his finger out.

I could only maintain this stiff sitting posture, leaning back in the chair.

She let her right arm be tightly held by her son's little hands.

Even his breathing was deliberately slowed down.

Time passed by, second by second.

The thick night outside the window was gradually torn open with a pale crack.

The first rays of sunlight in the morning pierce the towering skyline of Jianghai City.

The bulletproof glass of the study cast a warm, golden hue of light onto the carpet.

Chen Yuan narrowed his eyes slightly.

Watching the tiny dust particles floating in the halo of light.

His hands are stained with the blood of capitalism and have destroyed centuries-old conglomerates.

But at the moment.

He felt that being held by that soft little hand was the most precious treasure he had ever held in his life.

"Buzz—"

The encrypted phone on the table suddenly vibrated silently.

The red warning light on the perimeter security system flashed for a moment.

Chen Yuan frowned slightly.

He didn't move, but simply tapped the monitor screen with his left hand.

Outside the black and gold gate of Genting Highlands, a symbol of inviolability.

A black bulletproof van hadn't even come to a complete stop yet.

The car door was violently kicked open.

Finally, the son fell asleep peacefully, clutching Chen Yuan's index finger as he hummed a low melody. When the first rays of sunlight shone into the study in the morning, Fatty Wang Kai, with dark circles under his eyes and carrying a stack of top-secret documents that required physical signatures, hurriedly pushed open the gate of the manor.