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

The alloy baton touched the red line on the neck of the titanium alloy skeleton, producing a crisp "ding".

Chen Nianshen put down the drone gear in his hand and braced his hands on the carpet. He crawled forward two steps, his dark pupils fixed on the red line.

Chen Muzhou was still picking at his toes, tilting his head to look at the glowing stick.

Chen Yuan knelt on one knee on the Persian carpet.

His usually cold face was now as gentle as spring water in March.

"Nian Shen, look carefully." Chen Yuan's voice was deep, with the gentle tone he used when telling the bedtime story "Snow White." "This location is called the carotid artery."

The baton in his hand slid down three centimeters along the red line.

"It's like the water hose in our garden. If you pinch it here, the water can't go up. When a person's brain doesn't have water, it will 'plop' and fall asleep."

Chen Nianshen stretched out her chubby little hand and touched her neck.

"Daddy, how long will it take to fall asleep if I hold it?" The three-and-a-half-year-old boy's voice was clear and even curious.

Chen Yuan reached out and ruffled his son's soft hair.

Five seconds.

Chen Nian stared thoughtfully at the titanium alloy skeleton.

Chen Muzhou, who was standing next to him, yawned, holding a half-meter-tall pink StellaLou in his arms.

She grabbed the rabbit's ears and asked in a childish voice, "Daddy, Uncle Bone doesn't drink water, won't he be thirsty?"

Chen Yuan chuckled softly.

He switched the baton to his left hand and pinched his daughter's chubby cheeks with his right.

"Uncle Bone isn't thirsty. Dad is teaching my brother how to play the 'Statues' game with the bad guys."

The toy room was heated by a constant-temperature air conditioner, and a humidifier in the corner emitted a faint chamomile scent.

This room is filled with Lego, plush toys, and picture books.

The Dark Web Master is meticulously refining his killing techniques and feeding them to his successor, bite by bite.

Chen Yuan turned the skeletal model around, revealing a red area below the back of the head.

Lesson Two: The Vagus Nerve

He put away his baton, his long, slender fingers lightly resting on that spot. "When you encounter someone much taller and bigger than you, don't try to fight them head-on. If you're weak, there are ways to play with less strength."

Chen Nianshen stood up and walked to the model.

He stood on tiptoe, his line of sight level with the model's waist.

"I can't reach his neck," the little boy frowned.

"Then let him bow his head on his own," Chen Yuan said calmly.

He casually scooped a red plastic ball out of the ball pit next to him.

"Nian Shen, crush it with all your might."

Chen Nianshen gripped the plastic ball with both hands, her face turning red. The ball deformed slightly, but it wouldn't break.

Chen Yuan squatted down and cupped his son's small hand in his large palm.

His thumb pressed against a seam in the plastic ball.

"Watch closely. It doesn't require all your strength."

Apply force with your fingertips.

"Bang."

Red plastic scraps were scattered on the wool carpet.

Chen Nianshen's eyes lit up.

"That's called a fulcrum." Chen Yuan brushed the plastic scraps off his hands. "The human body is like this balloon. Find the seam, poke it gently, and you can make it deflate."

"The temples are where the thinnest part of the balloon skin is," Chen Yuan said, pointing to the red dots on either side of the model's head. "Use your hardest finger bones, or any pen, to smash them down here."

"Dad, the balloon popped. Will the bad guy bleed?" Chen Nian asked, staring at the plastic shards on the ground.

A three-and-a-half-year-old child with such rigorous logical thinking is astonishing.

Chen Yuan picked up his daughter and placed her on the soft cushion next to him, then took a Rubik's Cube without any sharp edges and put it in her hand.

He looked at his son again, his deep black eyes showing no sign of perfunctoriness.

"Yes. The blood is red and has a slightly fishy smell. It tastes like the burnt West Lake Fish in Vinegar Sauce that Mom made yesterday."

Chen Yuan described the most common scenes on the dark web in the most calm tone.

Chen Nian's brows furrowed.

He looked down at his soft, white hands.

"That would get my clothes dirty. My mom just changed them yesterday."

Chen Yuan chuckled softly.

He took a specially made pure black fountain pen from his suit trouser pocket and handed it to his son.

"So we need to learn the second method. The bloodless way."

He grasped the end of the pen and gently twisted it.

The nib was not filled with ink, but rather a tungsten steel needle as thin as a cow's hair.

"There's a depression at the back of the neck, below the spinous process of the seventh cervical vertebra." Chen Yuan turned around and pointed to the back of his neck. "Nian Shen, feel it."

Chen Nianshen stepped forward and placed her cool little hand on Chen Yuan's broad neck.

"There's a hole here," the little boy said.

"Yes. Use this pen to lift it up a third of an inch along this hole." Chen Yuan's voice remained gentle. "As long as you use the right amount of force, even if you only poke it in a little bit, he will be like a robot dog that has lost power, paralyzed on the ground and unable to move."

Chen Nianshen took the pen.

The heavy, metallic texture pressed into the three-and-a-half-year-old's palm.

He imitated his father, aiming the pen tip at the red dot on the back of the titanium alloy model's neck.

Press your wrist down and flick it upwards.

Although the movements were clumsy, the angle of force exertion was exactly the same as Chen Yuan's demonstration.

Chen Yuan's eyes flickered.

The bloodline genes ingrained in your bones cannot be faked.

The future leader of Star Venture Capital doesn't need to be able to recite 300 Tang poems, but he must be able to cut off the enemy's throat in any desperate situation.

Chen Muzhou, who was playing with a Rubik's Cube next to him, was unhappy.

She tossed the Rubik's Cube aside, toddled over with her short legs, and grabbed Chen Yuan's leg.

"Dad's biased! He only teaches my older brother to play games, but not Zhouzhou!"

The little girl tilted her head back, her fair cheeks puffed up with anger, like a squirrel stuffed with nuts.

Chen Yuan's tough aura vanished instantly.

He quickly squatted down, picked up his daughter, and placed her on his lap.

"How could Daddy not teach Zhouzhou?" Chen Yuan gently rubbed his daughter's nose with his fingertip. "What does Zhouzhou want to learn?"

Chen Muzhou bit his finger, his big eyes darting around before pointing to the armpit of the titanium alloy skeleton.

"I want to learn how to tickle Uncle Bones!"

Chen Nian rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. "Childish."

Chen Yuan nodded seriously.

"Okay, Dad will teach you."

He picked up the alloy baton and tapped it on a red mark under the model's armpit.

In martial arts, this is the Jiquan acupoint. A heavy blow to this point can instantly dislocate and paralyze the entire arm.

"Zhouzhou, watch this carefully. If a bad uncle tries to hug you in the future, clench your little fists, and use your hardest spot to aim at his 'this place' and burrow in hard."

Chen Yuan held his daughter's soft little hand and helped her shape it into a standard fist.

"Once you crawl inside, the bad uncle's hands will go limp like noodles and he won't be able to hold Zhouzhou anymore."

Chen Muzhou nodded, seemingly understanding but not quite.

She raised her little fist and swung it twice forcefully into the air.

"Hey ha! Let's make noodles!"

The child's sweet, childlike voice echoed in the toy room.

Chen Yuan looked at his two children, his eyes filled with a warmth he only showed to his family.

The outside world generally believes that Mr. Chen of Xingchen Venture Capital is a tycoon hiding behind the scenes.

Only a few dead people know that he is the living Yama of the dark web, who climbed to the top by stepping on corpses.

And now, this living devil is sitting on a carpet full of plush toys, teaching the three-and-a-half-year-old twins how to kill them with a single blow.

First floor kitchen.

Shen Wanzhou stood in front of the island platform and placed the last peeled Shine Muscat grape into a white porcelain plate.

The flesh is crystal clear, with no visible pith or fibers.

She took out a wet wipe and slowly wiped the juice off her fingertips.

Four and a half years.

The former richest woman who would tremble with fear whenever she made eye contact with a stranger has been pampered by Chen Yuan into a wife who is full of the warmth and everyday life of ordinary people.

Leng Yue leaned against the kitchen door frame, twirling a delicate butterfly knife in her hand.

"Sis, Boss's been really tense lately." Leng Yue lowered her voice, the blade flashing silver between her fingers. "About that shrew at the amusement park this afternoon, Boss had Eagle wipe out her entire social network for three generations."

Shen Wanzhou picked up the white porcelain fruit plate and paused for a moment.

She lowered her eyes and looked at the plump green grapes in the plate.

"Anyone who harms the two children is a madman." Shen Wanzhou's voice was soft, yet carried an undeniable firmness. "If he's mad, I'll be mad with him."

Leng Yue sheathed her butterfly knife and clicked her tongue. "Fine, your whole family are fiercely protective of their own. I'll go upstairs and see if those two little devils are asleep."

"No need." Shen Wanzhou carried the plate towards the stairs. "I'll go deliver the fruit."

The villa was very soundproof, and the corridor was so quiet that only her light footsteps could be heard.

She walked to the door of the toy room.

The solid wood door was slightly ajar, and warm yellow light streamed through the crack onto the wool carpet.

Chen Yuan's deep, mellow voice came from inside.

That voice was usually only used to whisper sweet nothings in her ear or to read Andersen's fairy tales to the children.

A satisfied smile appeared in Shen Wanzhou's eyes.

She stretched out her free hand, ready to push open the door.

"Yes, that's the angle." The man's voice drifted clearly through the crack in the door. It was still gentle, even encouraging.

If someone tries to cover your mouth from behind, don't try to pry their hands off. You're not strong enough.

Shen Wanzhou's hand stopped on the brass doorknob.

What? Covering your mouth?

"Remember the red line here." Chen Yuan's voice sounded like he was teaching Shen to recognize the pinyin letters.

"Cut through the gap between the third ribs."

There was a two-second silence in the toy room.

Immediately afterwards, Chen Yuan, in his deep, resonant voice, uttered the second half of the sentence that sent chills down one's spine.

"It can cause someone to go into shock and unconsciousness within three seconds; even a miracle couldn't save them."

The heat on the brass handle vanished instantly.

Shen Wanzhou's hand, holding the white porcelain plate, trembled uncontrollably.

A round, seedless grape swayed twice in the plate before rolling off the smooth edge.