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

On the colorful walkway, the early summer breeze carries the sweet scent of candy.

The fat woman lay slumped on the colorful floor tiles like a pile of fermenting, stinking rotten flesh.

Her hair, which took four hours to style, was a mess, and her expensive foundation was smeared all over her face with tears and snot.

Chen Yuan had one hand in his suit trouser pocket.

He slowly took the disinfectant wipes that Wang Kai handed him and carefully wiped his long, strong fingers one by one.

The murderous aura of Asura, forged from the mountains of corpses and seas of blood on the dark web, made the surrounding air thick and sticky.

"You dare steal my daughter's cotton candy? Your whole family will never recover in this lifetime."

With a calm tone, he issued the most terrifying order to eliminate them.

The wet wipe traced an arc in mid-air before landing precisely in a trash can three meters away.

"I need to see the announcement of her husband's company's bankruptcy liquidation within ten minutes."

Wang Kai bowed his head to accept the order, then turned around and pressed the communication headset.

Chen Yuan turned around.

The moment he turned his back to the pile of mud, the oppressive aura emanating from him, as if he were about to devour someone, vanished completely.

Shen Wanzhou stood by the flower bed, holding Chen Muzhou in her arms.

The little girl was still staring at the clump of pink sugar strands covered in dust on the ground, her eyes brimming with tears, and her nose bright red.

Chen Yuan walked over quickly.

He took his daughter from his wife's arms and gently wiped away the tears from the little girl's eyes with his calloused thumb.

"Don't cry, Zhouzhou. Daddy will go and buy you something bigger than the clouds in the sky."

Three minutes later, a giant rainbow cotton candy, as tall as half a child and fluffy and soft, was stuffed into Chen Muzhou's arms.

The little girl sniffed, her mouth widened, and her chubby cheeks were covered in sugar strands, making her look like a satisfied kitten.

Chen Nianshen, standing next to him, crossed her arms and wore a cold, aloof expression just like Chen Yuan's.

His gaze swept over the fat woman in the distance who was being dragged away by security guards like a dead dog.

"A waste of time," the three-and-a-half-year-old boy pouted.

But his little hand, tucked into his pocket, was tightly gripping a toy block with spikes.

Just a moment ago, he even considered rushing up and smashing the fat woman's kneecap with that block.

Less than half an hour later, the upper echelons of Jianghai City experienced a silent magnitude 12 earthquake.

On the top floor of the Starry Sky Venture Capital Building, hundreds of servers were flashing red lights frantically.

The eagle sat in front of the center console, his fingers leaving afterimages as he typed on the keyboard.

"Instructions confirmed. Target: Chengnan Building Materials Group. Execution: Complete annihilation."

Eight minutes later, the building materials group's cash flow completely collapsed.

The chairman's office was bombarded with calls from banks demanding loan withdrawals, and the tax authorities affixed their seals directly to the glass door.

The fat woman's husband was embracing his newly hired secretary and drinking champagne when, a second later, economic crime investigators burst into the room and pinned him to a leather sofa.

The cold handcuffs shattered the arrogance accumulated by their family over generations.

At the same time, the private communication terminals of top financial tycoons in Jianghai City and even globally were simultaneously shaken.

There was no text, only a blurred, altered screenshot of the surveillance footage.

In the picture, a little girl with pigtails is holding a giant cotton candy with her back to the camera.

The president of the Jianghai City Chamber of Commerce is drinking tea from a Ming Dynasty Chenghua Doucai Chicken Cup.

The moment he saw the image, his wrist twitched.

The scalding hot tea spilled onto his Patek Philippe watch. He didn't even dare to wipe it off; instead, he turned and yelled at the door.

"Call that good-for-nothing back home! Tell him that if he ever messes with anyone he can't afford to offend, I'll personally break his legs!"

Inside the VIP box of the East City Supercar Club.

The young master of the Gu family was embracing two young models and pouring them drinks.

The door to the private room was kicked open, and his father rushed in carrying a golf club. Without saying a word, he hit him on the shin.

The sound of bones cracking was accompanied by screams of agony.

"Father! You've gone mad!"

"I'm saving your life!" The Gu family patriarch shoved the blurry photo hard against his son's face.

"Look closely at this girl with pigtails! If you see her on the street in the future, kneel down and kowtow to me immediately, and take a detour!"

Overnight, "pink cotton candy" and "pigtails" became the highest-level taboo symbols in the wealthy circles of the entire Yangtze River Delta.

The entire world of fame and fortune has come to understand a bloody truth.

Shen Wanzhou is the bottom line for that uncrowned king.

And this little girl with pigtails is the Achilles' heel of the entire dark web and Star Venture Capital, a target that would be fatal to anyone who touches her.

Night falls. Banshan Manor, Jianghai City.

Chen Yuan stood on the second-floor balcony, toying with a silver windproof lighter in his hand.

The flames shot up and then went out.

The "click" of metal clashing was particularly clear in the quiet night breeze.

I'm going on vacation to a private island in the Caribbean next month.

Those remaining remnants of the Communist Party overseas, and those unscrupulous pirates on the sea, have always been a hidden danger.

Shen Wanzhou walked to the balcony wearing a silk nightgown.

She didn't say anything, but simply wrapped her arms around Chen Yuan's waist from behind, pressing her cheek against his broad back.

"What's wrong?" Her voice carried the languidness of someone who had just finished showering.

Chen Yuan held his wife's hand, which was wrapped around his waist, and stroked the delicate skin on the back of her hand with his fingertips.

"Wang Kai arranged for thirty dark web experts to take turns guarding the kindergarten." Chen Yuan looked at the infrared patrol network that was faintly visible on the lawn downstairs.

"That's not enough."

Shen Wanzhou tightened her grip slightly and rubbed her chin against his back.

Her knuckles turned white as she gripped his shirt, and even her breathing rhythm was completely synchronized with his.

Since being healed, she has let down all her guard in front of this chest that exudes the scent of cool pine.

"You're here."

"Zhouzhou is weak and only knows how to cry when something happens. Nian Shen is quick-witted, but arrogant." Chen Yuan turned around and embraced his wife.

"The way ordinary people raise their children is not suitable for the Chen family's bloodline."

Shen Wanzhou looked up at her husband with her watery eyes: "What do you want to teach them?"

Chen Yuan smoothed his wife's long hair, his tone calm yet firm.

"Teach them that even if the sky falls, they must still hold a knife in their own hand."

On the second floor of the manor, there is a 300-square-meter custom-made toy room.

Thick Persian carpets were laid on the floor.

Chen Muzhou, wearing pink bunny pajamas, was licking the lid of a yogurt can.

Her lips were smeared with white milk stains, and her big eyes were fixed on the cartoon on TV.

Chen Nianshen, dressed in black silk pajamas, sat cross-legged in the center of the carpet.

In front of him was a miniature drone that had been disassembled halfway.

The three-and-a-half-year-old's fingers were deftly manipulating metal gears that were barely bigger than a grain of rice.

The sound of the door being pushed open rang out.

Chen Yuan walked in.

Chen Muzhou dropped the yogurt container and opened his chubby little hands to pounce on it.

"Daddy, hug me!"

Chen Yuan caught his daughter steadily, placed her on the leather sofa, and casually took a tissue to wipe the milk stains from the corner of her mouth.

Then, he took off his six-figure Savile Row bespoke suit jacket and draped it over the armrest of the sofa.

His slender fingers slowly and deliberately unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt.

He casually rolled up his shirt sleeves and pushed them up to his elbows.

The smooth, firm muscle lines on his forearms, brimming with terrifying explosive power, are exposed to the air without reservation.

He had performed this routine countless times in underground boxing rings on the dark web.

Each time, it means a one-sided physical exorcism.

Chen Yuan walked toward the heavy metal combination lock box in the corner.

"Click".

The lid popped open.

This is not a box for Lego or Barbie dolls.

Chen Nianshen stopped assembling the drone.

His dark eyes were fixed on his father's back, and he involuntarily straightened up, like a wolf cub that had smelled blood.

Chen Yuan turned around.

The model is made of high-strength titanium alloy, and every joint is movable.

What's most striking is that the pale skeleton is covered with countless bright red markings.

Carotid artery, subclavian artery, abdominal aorta, femoral artery...

Every vital point that can cause massive bleeding and render a person unable to resist within three seconds is marked in the most striking red.

Chen Yuan carried the skeletal model, walked up to the two three-and-a-half-year-old children, and slammed it heavily onto the carpet.

"Daddy, why is Uncle Bone drawn with a red line?" Chen Muzhou blinked his big eyes and asked in a childish voice.

Chen Nian glanced at her younger sister, her childish voice revealing a maturity beyond her years.

"Idiot. That's the location of a major artery. Cut the red line, and the target will go into shock due to excessive blood loss."

Chen Yuan raised an eyebrow, a barely perceptible smile appearing in his eyes as he looked at his son.

He pulled an alloy baton from the box, and the gentleness that belonged to a father in his eyes peeled away, revealing the sharp edge of the dark web's dominance.

This natural aura made the usually delicate Chen Muzhou forget to grab the yogurt from the coffee table, and he just sat there blankly on the sofa.

"The first lesson today."

The alloy rod flashed a silver light in mid-air and landed precisely on the red line on the neck of the model with a "snap".

"Aim here, and with one strike, even a god couldn't save you."