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

Inside the Hall of Righteous Gathering at Yanwangzhai.

The atmosphere was solemn and dignified like never before.

It wasn't because of the tense, murderous atmosphere.

This is because an unprecedented pre-job training is being conducted here.

The large tiger-skin chair that originally belonged to the head of the gang now sits regally as a beautifully sculpted little girl.

Su Yaoyao held a small wooden stick in her hand, using it as a pointer.

She pounded hard on the hardwood tabletop in front of her, making a crisp "tap tap" sound.

"Straighten your backs, everyone! What's the most important thing in the service industry? Attitude!"

Below the steps, the leader, his face bruised and swollen, and who had gained three times his size from the beating, knelt aggrievedly on the prayer mat.

He held the "Employee Handbook for Dayan Canyon Expressway Toll Station" in his trembling hands.

"Boss... we used to just chop with a knife, we're not used to this smiling service at all."

Su Yaoyao sneered and waved her small hand.

"Times have changed! The old, crude, and exploitative model is outdated. Now, the focus is on long-term, steady profits!"

"From today onwards, you are no longer the bandits everyone hates, but the glorious toll collectors at the transportation hub!"

Su Yaoyao stood up from the small stool and began to explain modern business logic to this group of illiterate people.

"When encountering passing caravans, the first step is to block their path. The second step is to flash a standard eight-tooth smile."

"Step three, loudly recite our company culture: This mountain is mine, this tree is mine, and if you want to pass through, it's more cost-effective to get a VIP monthly pass!"

The three thousand henchmen below were stunned, feeling their worldview being greatly impacted.

Is this a robbery?

This feels even worse than being robbed!

The gang leader swallowed hard, his voice trembling as he asked, "What... what if we run into a tough nut to crack and refuse to pay?"

Su Zhen, who was wiping the Longquan sword beside him, gave him a cold glance.

"Not paying? If you don't pay, are your knives just firewood?"

"Those who refuse a polite offer will face a harsher punishment; we'll detain them along with their goods—that's called mandatory late payment fees!"

The leader trembled in fright and nodded like a chick pecking at rice.

To ensure that these newly recruited outlaws would work honestly.

Su Yaoyao took out a handful of tiny nanocapsules emitting an eerie blue light from her personal space.

"Come on, new employees, line up and take this loyalty pill."

Su Yaoyao looked at the head of the household with a smile, her tone as gentle as a devil.

"This is my own secret poison, and I'm the only one in the world who has the antidote. As long as you behave, I'll send someone to deliver the antidote every month."

The leader looked at the glowing pills, and tears welled up in his eyes.

But under Su Zhen's murderous gaze, he could only tilt his head back with tears in his eyes and swallow the pill.

Then, filled with humiliation and resentment, the head of the gang pressed his blood-red handprint onto the ten-page indenture.

The contract stipulates that 90% of the monthly net profit of the Yanwang Gorge toll station must be remitted to the multinational bank designated by Su Yaoyao on time.

The remaining ten percent will be used to pay the basic wages of these three thousand brothers and to buy them steamed buns.

Thus, the infamous Yanwangzhai of the Great Yan Kingdom became history, and the first toll station manager took office.

The pre-job training has been successfully completed.

Next up was the part that the tyrant and his daughter of the Great Abyss Kingdom loved most.

They confiscated property and amassed wealth!

Su Zhen kicked open the heavy iron door of the underground warehouse of Yanwangzhai.

When the torchlight illuminated the interior of the warehouse, even the well-informed Su Zhen couldn't help but gasp.

"Good heavens! These peasants, just how much good stuff have they robbed over the years!"

Inside the enormous underground cavern, chests of silver were piled up like mountains, and various gold and silver jewelry, silks and satins were scattered all over the ground.

There are also many precious medicinal herbs, century-old ginseng, and top-quality animal hides that are special products of the Great Yan Kingdom.

This is all the wealth that Yanwangzhai has accumulated bit by bit over the past ten years of entrenched here.

Su Yaoyao activated the hamster mode in her personal space.

With a wave of her hand, valuable gold, jewelry, elixirs, silks and satins, and antique paintings and calligraphy were sucked into the space and carefully stored away.

As for the remaining bulky Phoebe zhennan wood furniture and sculptures that are inconvenient to fit in the space...

Su Zhen ordered the chief to select the best dozens of tall, strong horses and wide carriages from the village.

It took more than a dozen large horse-drawn carts to barely empty this treasure trove.

Originally, there was only one nouveau riche carriage that gleamed with gold.

Now, it has become a large, luxurious caravan, laden with rare and precious treasures.

"Dad, this international trip not only didn't cost us any money, we even made a fleet of cars!"

Su Yaoyao sat in the carriage, which had been re-cushioned with three layers of soft cushions, and happily swung her short legs.

Su Zhen was beaming, feeling that this kind of life, where he didn't have to review memorials and could still have his house raided every day, was truly like living the life of a god.

"Let's go! Let's set off! We'll go to the capital of the Great Yan Kingdom and see for ourselves!"

At Su Zhen's command, this massive convoy, comparable to a mobile vault, drove out of Yanwang Canyon in a grand procession.

Only the chief and three thousand henchmen remained, standing in the cold wind, looking at the empty mountain stronghold, silently shedding tears as thick as Lanzhou noodles.

a few days later.

Outside the capital city of the Great Yan Kingdom, Yanjing.

The towering ancient city wall exudes a solemn and majestic aura under the sunlight.

At the city gate, people and merchants lined up in an endless stream to enter the city.

The Yan soldiers responsible for guarding the city carried long spears and questioned and checked each person one by one, occasionally trying to extort some money from them.

At the end of the official road, the thunderous sound of horses' hooves and the rolling of wheels could be heard.

The soldiers guarding the city looked up and were stunned by what they saw.

A dozen or so lavishly decorated carriages, lined up in a long, orderly procession, were seen arrogantly heading towards the city gate.

The carriage at the head of the procession was the most extravagant.

The carriages were covered in pure gold leaf, so bright it could blind anyone in the sunlight.

"Who goes there! Stop and submit to inspection!"

A young soldier guarding the city mustered his courage, stepped forward, and shouted a rebuke.

The carriage curtain was lifted, and Su Zhen, dressed in a mink coat typical of nouveau riche, impatiently poked his head out.

He didn't even glance at the young general, and pulled out a handful of gold melon seeds from his sleeve.

Like feeding pigeons, they casually scattered them across the open space at the city gate.

"I'm here to make a big profit, sir! Get out of my way, don't block my path to wealth!"

The golden sunflower seeds fell to the ground with a crisp, enticing sound.

The city guards, who had initially intended to display their authority, were now dumbfounded.

Forget about any inspection, they all dropped their spears and pounced on the ground, grabbing the weapons in a frenzy.

"Please take care, sir! Please come in, sir!"

Money paves the way.

This high-profile motorcade swaggered into the gates of the capital of the Great Yan Kingdom.

The prosperity of Yanjing City does indeed have a more exotic feel than that of Dayuan Kingdom.

Shops lined both sides of the street, and the sounds of vendors hawking their wares filled the air.

Su Yaoyao leaned against the car window, curiously examining the brand-new large map.

The convoy gradually drove into the most bustling area of ​​the city center.

The surrounding buildings have also become increasingly luxurious.

Su Yaoyao's gaze was drawn to an enormous building in front of her.

This building occupies a prime location that spans half a street.

Moreover, the entire structure is made of precious white marble, with flying eaves and painted corners, and glazed tiles that shimmer brilliantly in the sunlight.

Two enormous white jade lions stood majestically in front of the gate.

Two rows of elite guards dressed in red with swords at their waists stood at the entrance, exuding a murderous aura. Not even a stray fly dared to approach.

Such a grand display and such extravagance even subtly overshadowed the imperial palace of the Great Yan Kingdom.

Su Yaoyao looked up along the white jade steps.

Above the vermilion gate, which was three zhang tall, hung a huge plaque made of pure gold.

The plaque is engraved with four menacing characters in a flamboyant style: "Netherworld God Cult".

You search high and low without finding it, only to have it come to you effortlessly!

Su Yaoyao's heart raced, and her big eyes shone with excitement.

found it!

This is the gang headquarters that her biological mother, who faked her death and ran away with the money, founded!

"Dad! Look!"

Su Yaoyao grabbed Su Zhen, who was still resting with his eyes closed, and excitedly pointed out the window.

Su Zhen followed his daughter's little hand and looked over. When his eyes fell on the four big characters, his body stiffened.

On the tyrannical face of the Great Abyss, a mixture of astonishment, anger, nostalgia, and resentment flashed.

Eight years!

He searched for this heartless woman for eight whole years!

Su Zhen felt a mix of emotions: resentment, longing, and yearning; hatred, love, and relief.

So she really didn't die!

Hiding in the capital of an enemy country, he lived a more comfortable life than the emperor himself!

Looking at the cult's headquarters, which was even more luxurious than his own palace, Su Zhen felt like he was about to grind his teeth to dust.

"Great! Excellent!"

Su Zhen stared at the heavily guarded gate, his brows furrowed tightly.

His intuition told him that this cult was heavily guarded and had many hidden sentries.

If we force our way in, we might win, but it will definitely alert the enemy.

"Daughter, this place is heavily guarded. Forcing your way in is not the best option."

Su Zhen stroked his chin, seriously considering the possibility of a stealthy assassination.

"Dad's wondering, should we dig a tunnel and sneak in tonight, or just break in through the roof and tie this woman up?"

Hearing her father's outdated tactics, Su Yaoyao rolled her eyes in exasperation.

She didn't follow her father's train of thought.

He threw a gold ingot he was holding onto the cushion.

His cunning eyes darted around, then through the car window, he pointed directly to the gate of the cult.

There happened to be a huge three-story street-front shop there.

However, the shop is now closed, and a wooden sign with the words "Bankruptcy Transfer" is hanging on the door frame.

Su Yaoyao's lips curled into a devilish smile.

"Dad, infiltrating is so boring."

"Let's take over the place across the street, open a clinic, and steal her business. I refuse to believe that Mother, the leader of this cult, can stay out of it!"