The tyrannical father was so intimidated when his own daughter was found during the raid.

"Crackling and popping."

The beads of the pure gold abacus clinked crisply, their sound echoing in the spacious underground lobby.

The sound reached Su Yaoyao's ears and was even more beautiful than celestial music.

In the center of the hall, dozens of large mahogany chests were left open.

The gleaming silver ingots, the glittering gold coins, and the stacks of silver notes were piled up like small mountains.

This is the headquarters of the largest underground black market in the capital of the Great Yuan Kingdom.

Su Yaoyao leaned comfortably against the armchair covered with a whole white tiger skin.

She crossed her legs and shook her toes without any regard for her image.

He held a handful of melon seeds in his left hand, fiddled with an abacus in his right, and hummed an unknown, cheerful tune.

"The three adjacent prime shops in the east of the city are worth 25,000 taels of silver."

"The land deed for the underground gambling den in the south of the city is worth 40,000 taels of silver."

"And these boxes of cash, just pulled from the vault of the underground bank, totaling 120,000 taels!"

Su Yaoyao became more and more energetic as she calculated, her beautiful peach blossom eyes gleaming with a green light.

Just an hour ago, she led her group of reckless henchmen from the black market to raid the capital's number one underground bank.

The money exchange owner who dared to compete with her for business is now being stripped naked and hung on a crooked tree outside the city to be exposed to the cold wind.

"Our leader is awesome! Our leader is so powerful!"

Beside him stood a burly man with a face full of scars and a knife scar running through his left eye, bowing and scraping as he held a teacup.

"Ever since you took over our black market, the business has grown bigger and bigger. The brothers who followed you are finally reaping the rewards!"

Su Yaoyao spat out the melon seed shells and took the teacup to moisten her throat.

"This is nothing! Follow me, and I guarantee you'll eat well and drink well every day from now on."

Su Yaoyao is a top-tier poison doctor and mechanic from the interstellar era. If she transmigrates to ancient times and doesn't create a monopoly to make a fortune, it would be a waste of her technological prowess and ruthless skills.

In this underground world where the rule of law is nonexistent.

Morality is the bottom line.

But she has no bottom line.

She not only wanted to monopolize the black market in the capital, but also to open branches all over the world.

This is a much faster way to make money than she did working in the interstellar era.

"Go, add those century-old ginseng roots from the warehouse to the account, and take them to the auction house tomorrow to exchange them for some cash."

Su Yaoyao waved her hand, displaying a rather arrogant air of commanding the world.

Just as Scarface was about to accept the order, a sudden change occurred.

"BOOM!!"

A deafening roar, like thunderclap from a clear sky.

The underground lobby shook violently, and dust fell from above.

With quick reflexes, Su Yaoyao shoved the golden abacus on the table into her bosom.

"What's going on? Was it an earthquake? Or did that moneylender come back from the dead with a ghost to collect debts?"

She frowned and patted the dust off her clothes in annoyance.

"Bang!"

Before anyone could react, the black market's supposedly impenetrable iron gate was blasted into countless pieces of wood and iron from the outside.

Sharp shards rained down into the lobby, and several black market thugs who couldn't dodge in time were pierced like hedgehogs, screaming as they fell into pools of blood.

Chaos erupted inside the lobby.

"Grab your weapons! Someone's causing trouble!"

Scarface roared and drew his nine-ringed broadsword from his waist, his entire body trembling with rage.

The black market thugs, who had been living on the edge for years, reacted with lightning speed, drawing their weapons and staring intently at the billowing dust rising from the broken doorway.

"Boss! Something terrible has happened! Something terrible has happened!"

A henchman covered in blood crawled out of the dust and smoke.

He cried out, leaving a long trail of blood on the ground, and crawled towards Su Yaoyao on all fours.

"What's with all the wailing? Even if the sky falls, there are tall people to hold it up!"

Su Yaoyao sat steadily in the armchair, without even putting her legs down.

"It's not that the sky has fallen... it's that the imperial army has collapsed!"

The younger brother, his face filled with terror, desperately grabbed the scarred man's trouser leg.

"The Imperial Guards have broken in! All our brothers outside are dead!"

Upon hearing this, the entire hall fell into a deathly silence.

Even Scarface, a ruthless killer, gasped in shock.

The Imperial Guard of the Imperial Court?

Those are the Imperial Guards that only obey the orders of the current Emperor!

Although their black market is rampant, they only dare to act arrogantly in the underworld.

The imperial court has always turned a blind eye to them, as long as they don't rebel, they keep to themselves.

What's wrong with me today?

Could it be that the raids on their property led them to the black market?

Su Yaoyao stopped cracking sunflower seeds.

She didn't care about the Imperial Guard.

What she cared about was the dozens of boxes of real gold and silver she had just robbed.

"People from the imperial court? Here to rob us?"

She narrowed her eyes, her gaze gradually turning dangerous.

"Tap, tap, tap..."

The sound of heavy, synchronized footsteps came from the dust at the gate.

The sound of heavy armor rubbing and clashing, each step felt like it was pounding on everyone's hearts.

Accompanying the footsteps was a suffocatingly terrifying murderous aura.

The intense killing intent extinguished all thoughts of resistance from the black market thugs like ice water.

The temperature in the air dropped sharply, making it difficult to breathe.

The smoke and dust gradually dissipated.

A tall, slender figure stepped over the scattered limbs and entered the underground hall.

The newcomer was dressed in a dark gold dragon robe, with a five-clawed golden dragon embroidered in gold thread on the hem, which looked lifelike in the firelight.

He was extremely handsome, with features that were deep and three-dimensional, as if carved by a knife and axe.

But those narrow eyes revealed a chilling, violent, and ruthless nature.

Like a bloodthirsty lone wolf that has just awakened and is ready to wreak havoc.

Su Zhen, the ruler of the Great Abyss Kingdom and the current tyrant.

In his hand, he held a gleaming three-foot-long sword upside down.

The legendary peerless sword.

Longquan sword.

Blood was dripping from the sword that symbolized imperial power.

"Tick-tock...tick-tock..."

Thick blood slid down the sword's edge, splashing onto the ground and creating crimson plum blossom-like sprays.

The sound echoed like a death knell in the deathly silent hall.

Behind Su Zhen, hundreds of fully armed Imperial Guards surged in.

Holding cold, long spears, they surrounded the entire underground hall, making it impossible for even a fly to escape.

The chilling killing intent sealed off all escape routes.

"Clang!"

Scarface dropped the nine-ringed broadsword in his hand to the ground.

His knees buckled, and he knelt down heavily, his whole body trembling like a leaf.

"Your Majesty..."

Not only Scarface, but all the black market underlings in the room crumbled the moment they saw the dragon robe.

Everyone threw down their weapons and knelt on the ground. Some people were so scared that they wet their pants on the spot, and the stench filled the air.

That's Su Zhen!

The most bloodthirsty tyrant in the history of the Great Yuan Kingdom!

Legend has it that on the day he ascended the throne, he beheaded hundreds of family members of court officials who opposed him right there outside the Taiji Hall, causing rivers of blood to flow.

Those who are targeted by him have to cut in line even when they go to the King of Hell.

"It's over...it's all over. Today, everyone's entire family will be executed..."

The underlings closed their eyes in despair, begging the tyrant to grant them a quick death.

Su Zhen stopped in his tracks, his cold gaze sweeping across the entire area like a radar.

Finally, his gaze passed over the kneeling crowd and landed directly in the center of the hall.

It landed on the little girl who was the only one who didn't kneel down and was still sitting in the armchair with her legs crossed.

A bloodthirsty glint flashed in Su Zhen's eyes.

He gripped the Longquan sword tightly, took long strides, and walked step by step toward Su Yaoyao.

The blood-stained sword tip scraped against the ground with a harsh, screeching sound.

A murderous aura swept over Su Yaoyao.

Su Zhen walked to the armchair and raised his arm.

The icy, bone-chilling Longquan sword was pressed against Su Yaoyao's slender, fair neck.

With just a slight exertion of his wrist, that fine head would roll to the ground.

Life and death hang by a thread.

However, faced with this desperate situation that would terrify most people, Su Yaoyao didn't even blink.

Her gaze didn't linger on the tyrant or the bloodthirsty sword at all.

He looked over Su Zhen's shoulder and stared intently at the group of Imperial Guards behind him.

To be precise, they were staring at the heavy, well-made standard armor worn by the Imperial Guards.

Su Yaoyao's eyes grew brighter and brighter, and her mind was already racing with calculations.

Wow, they're all top-quality Cold Iron Chain Armor!

The quality and workmanship are truly top-grade smelting material!

If we stripped all five hundred-plus sets of heavy armor and threw them into the arsenal's furnace for reprocessing...

How many muskets could that fire, and how many shiny gold ingots could it be exchanged for?