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

Crimson blood mixed with milky white milk.

The trail wound down the back of his hand, which had distinct knuckles.

Tick, tick.

It crashed onto the smooth, solid wood dining table, a shocking sight.

Sharp shards of glass were embedded deep in the flesh of his palm.

He seemed oblivious to the pain, a thick layer of frost settling between his brows.

Shen Wanzhou sat across from him at the dining table, her chopsticks falling to the table with a "thud".

Upon seeing the striking red, she didn't scream and back away as she had done before.

They didn't cover their ears and shrink into their shells.

She suddenly stood up.

Her fair, delicate feet, without even wearing slippers, ran over directly onto the floor.

He grabbed Chen Yuan's bleeding hand.

"Don't move, there's glass."

Her voice trembled, yet it conveyed an unprecedented firmness.

He quickly pulled a first-aid kit from the nearby storage cabinet.

Using tweezers to hold an alcohol-soaked cotton ball, they carefully picked out the shards of glass embedded in the skin.

His blood stained her fair fingers.

She didn't feel it was dirty, but her eyes welled up with tears of heartache.

He quickly wrapped medical gauze around his palm twice and tied a tight knot.

After doing all this, Shen Wanzhou didn't ask what had happened.

She turned her head and looked at the bodyguard standing on duty at the entrance of the lobby.

Those once timid peach blossom eyes now blazed with the sharpness of a tycoon's leader.

"Notify Eagle to bring over all the security teams outside the manor."

"Prepare the car."

"Anyone who dares to mess with him, I'll chop off their hand."

Her clear voice echoed through the restaurant, carrying an undeniable, decisive quality.

Chen Yuan looked at the little cat in front of him, which had bared its fangs for his sake.

The icy coldness in his eyes melted slightly.

He pressed down on the back of her hand, which was wrapped in gauze.

"Wait for me at home."

"A bunch of scumbags, not worth your time."

He turned around and grabbed the black trench coat draped over the back of the chair.

He strode out of the hall.

Six pure black bulletproof Land Rovers were lined up in the driveway outside the gate.

The engine emitted a deep, beast-like roar.

Eagle opened the car door, and Chen Yuan bent down and sat in the back seat.

"Let's go to the Sunshine Orphanage."

He uttered five words.

The car door slammed shut.

The convoy sped off like an arrow, kicking up fallen leaves as it raced toward the old town.

Sunshine Orphanage in the suburbs.

The floor was littered with broken wooden table legs and torn books.

Wang Guilan sat on the ground covered with sawdust.

A twisted, smug smile hung on his mud-covered face.

"Keep calling! Why aren't you making any more calls?!"

She pointed at the old director who was being protected by several children and began to curse.

"Isn't that little bastard Chen Yuan feeling sorry for you guys?"

"If I don't see 100 million in cash today, I'll burn this whole dilapidated place down!"

Lin Jianguo leaned against an old locust tree.

The festering, severed finger pointed at the children hiding in the corner.

"Shut up, all of you! If you cry again, I'll break your legs!"

He threatened him fiercely.

He was trying to regain the prestige he once held as the boss by taking advantage of this group of helpless old, weak, sick, and disabled people.

Lin Qinghan stood by the iron gate.

Her hospital gown wasn't completely dry, and the cold wind made her shiver.

She looked at her parents' ugly, crazed faces.

My stomach cramped violently again.

She didn't want to stop her anymore, and she couldn't stop her anyway.

She felt only immense sorrow.

The Lin family is utterly rotten.

Rumble—!

A violent engine roar came from afar.

Like a black hurricane, it suddenly swept into the narrow alley outside the orphanage.

Six Land Rovers, exuding an overwhelming aura of crushing everything, abruptly stopped in front of the rusty iron gate.

The wheels rubbed against the ground, kicking up a pungent, burnt rubber smell.

Wang Guilan's cursing stopped abruptly.

Lin Jianguo was so frightened that he took half a step back, his back pressed tightly against the tree trunk.

They thought he was some high-ranking official who had come to donate money to the orphanage.

next second.

The car doors opened in unison.

A dozen or so bodyguards, dressed in black tactical vests and with bulging muscles, filed out.

The eagle strode forward.

He lifted the foot wearing the military boot.

boom!

The already rickety iron gate was kicked away by him.

The two iron gates slammed heavily onto the concrete ground of the yard, kicking up clouds of dust.

Chen Yuan stepped on the scattered sheet metal and dust.

We entered the courtyard, which had been utterly ruined by the Lin family.

A black trench coat fluttered in the wind.

His deep eyes churned with an intense, unyielding ferocity.

"You little bastard...you actually dared to come!"

Wang Guilan got up from the ground, her legs trembling with fear at the sight.

But when he thought about money, greed overcame his fear.

"Where's the money? Did you bring a hundred million?"

"Don't try to scare me with these bodyguards. If you don't pay up today, we're staying here and dying!"

Chen Yuan didn't even give her a second glance.

He walked straight past Wang Guilan and stood in front of the old dean.

Looking at the bruises on the old man's knees and the children's terrified eyes.

The fire in his chest completely burned away his last shred of reason.

"eagle."

Chen Yuan turned around, his cold, hard jawline taut.

"Smash those two mouths until they're slit open."

"No one is allowed to stop unless I say so."

The voice just fell.

The two bodyguards dashed out like black lightning.

Before Lin Jianguo could react, he was kicked in the back of the knee.

He knelt down on the wood shavings-covered ground with a thud.

The bodyguard swung his large, fan-like hand and slapped him across the face.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

The crisp sound of slaps echoed repeatedly in the courtyard.

Lin Jianguo's old face instantly swelled up to a liver color, and blood gushed from the corner of his mouth.

The tooth, along with blood, was knocked out and fell into the mud.

"Ah—! Murder!"

Wang Guilan screamed in fright and tried to run away.

The eagle grabbed her clump of dry, yellow hair and slammed her against the tree trunk.

He slapped her hard across the face several times.

She was whipped so hard that her nose was crooked and she saw stars.

Even the pleas for mercy were shattered in his throat.

All it could utter were whimpers like a pig being slaughtered.

Lin Qinghan watched as her parents were slapped across the face like dogs.

She tried to rush forward, but two bodyguards held her firmly in place, preventing her from moving.

She looked at Chen Yuan with eyes full of despair.

That handsome young man who once smiled and used his scholarship money to buy her popsicles in this courtyard.

He has now transformed into a living Yama who controls their life and death.

Chen Yuan did not look at Lin's parents, who were being beaten.

He strode forward with his long, slender legs.

The leather shoes clattered on the broken wooden planks of the desk on the ground, making a chilling cracking sound.

One step, two steps.

He walked up to Lin Qinghan.

Her tall figure blocked the sunlight overhead, shrouding her entirely in shadow.

A trace of blood still faintly seeped from the white gauze wrapped around his right hand.

Chen Yuan stepped over the mess on the ground and walked up to Lin Qinghan like a god of death: "I gave you a chance to survive, but today, there is not even the last bit of leeway left."