After I stopped trying, a rich woman trained me into a demon emperor.

Lanting Elegant Abode.

The sandalwood incense diffused in the closed room, mingling with the steam from the freshly brewed Da Hong Pao tea.

It has a powerful effect of shocking and calming the nerves.

However, this did not calm Song Tiannan's anxious heart.

In the VIP box on the top floor, Song Tiannan stared at the computer screen, not daring to blink.

The green progress bar moved extremely slowly; for every percentage point the number increased, the skin around his eyes twitched a few times.

Two hundred billion US dollars.

This was the wealth accumulated by the Song family by emptying all their assets, and it was also the foundation that Song Tiannan relied on to squander it overseas.

Once this debt is transferred, even if the capital is turned upside down, no one can harm him in the slightest.

boom.

The dull thud of a heavy object hitting the ground rang out.

The door wasn't pushed open; it was blasted open head-on by a force that seemed to charge straight at you.

The sturdy bulletproof mahogany door, along with its frame, had already flown off and smashed to pieces on the ground.

The young man stood at the doorway, his shoes grinding against the broken wooden planks, the sawdust squeaking.

Where those feet landed, even the steel structure of the door lock was shattered into tiny iron filings.

Zhou Ran had his hands in his pockets, and a paper figure with a single eye was perched on his shoulder.

The paper figure, with half of its bamboo strip body sticking out, scrambled its small hands in the air, making a jarring noise.

This thing is clearly starving.

Having been in the business world for many years, Song Tiannan's throat bobbed, and he managed to suppress the shout that was about to burst out of his throat.

"Mr. Zhou... Mr. Zhou."

He forced a look that was more painful than crying, pulled his hands back from the keyboard, and spread them out on both sides to show that he had given in.

"This pot of old-tree Da Hong Pao tea has just been brewed; it's just the right taste. Please try it."

"You really have a lot of leisure time."

"Even with our ancestors dead, he still has the leisure to brew tea."

He walked to the table, his eyes fixed on the screen where the progress was almost complete at 98%.

"You work quite efficiently."

Zhou Ran dragged over a chair and sat down. The heat emanating from his left arm made the air around him almost dazzle.

"Drinking tea is too elegant; I'm just a common person."

"I've come to settle the debts the Song family owes me."

Song Tiannan's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly put on a flattering expression.

He quickly pulled a black gold card from the drawer and pushed it across the table.

"clear!

I know the rules!

"There are 1 billion yuan stored here, and you can withdraw it anywhere."

Consider this an apology to Mr. Zhou, let's be friends...

Snapped!

Zhou Ran pressed down with one hand, and the card was immediately slammed into the solid wood table, disappearing completely.

"One billion?"

Zhou Ran leaned forward, his purple-gold demonic eyes revealing a cold indifference as if he were looking at a dead man.

"This was originally my money."

"Take my money to buy my life?"

Song Tiannan's face, full of fat, trembled uncontrollably, and the ferocity in his eyes could no longer be concealed.

Since begging for mercy is useless, then let's fight!

"Go to hell!"

He overturned the heavy tea table, spilling scalding liquid all over the floor, and with lightning speed, drew a specially made revolver from his waist.

It was a short gun loaded with heavy metal bullets.

At a distance of less than two meters, even a head made of iron can be smashed!

boom!

Sparks flew from the muzzle of the gun.

The warhead spun and sliced ​​through the air, heading straight for Zhou Ran's face.

Zhou Ran remained seated.

The paper figure that had been perched on his shoulder suddenly flew up.

It was light and airy, like a piece of red paper being blown by the wind.

The bullet struck the paper figure.

It didn't penetrate; instead, it felt like falling into mud, and the thin paper wasn't even torn.

next second.

The red paper was stuck firmly to Song Tiannan's face.

Perfectly fitted.

The mouth drawn on the paper figure with ink dots opened at this moment, turning into a pitch-black hole.

"Ugh—!!"

Song Tiannan managed to squeeze out a broken howl.

He scratched wildly at his face with both hands, his nails digging into his flesh, but he couldn't tear the paper off.

suck-

A slurping sound, like someone drinking noodles, echoed in the room, sending chills down one's spine.

Song Tiannan's struggling arms immediately froze.

The obese body shrank visibly, its eye sockets sunken, and its skin discolored.

His vital energy, along with his filthy thoughts, were completely swallowed up by that palm-sized paper figure.

Three seconds.

Song Tiannan shrunk into a dry, brittle human skin and slid down the chair to the ground.

The paper figure twisted its body, its once flat belly bulging out, and floated back into Zhou Ran's pocket with satisfaction.

Transfer successful

The screen displayed a green result.

Zhou Ran reached out and tapped a few times on the keyboard, changing the receiving end to the account of Feifan Group.

Two hundred billion US dollars.

This sum of money is enough for Chen Ya to completely overhaul the business scene in the capital.

Thanks.

Zhou Ran patted the head of the dried corpse, and then a ball of demonic fire appeared out of thin air.

"Be more careful in your next life."

He stood up, then turned around and flicked his finger.

The fire at Lanting Yashe burned all night.

It devoured all evil.

Just as Zhou Ran took out the note Li Zhiyao had given him, his phone vibrated.

Fatty Wang's voice was extremely excited.

"Ran-ge! The money's in!"

The eldest sister-in-law has already started to cut off their escape route.

My second sister-in-law is already working on the contract.

Third sister-in-law...

She's studying cause and effect, trying to figure out which industries can make money.

"After tonight, all of the Song family's overseas stocks will become worthless!"

"There's something else!"

I found it.

"That kid Song Tiancheng chartered a Gulfstream business jet at Terminal 3, and it just took off right now, heading straight to Japan!"

Zhou Ran looked up.

Deep in the night sky, the taillights of an airplane flashed through the clouds.

"run?"

A murderous glint flashed in Zhou Ran's eyes.

Did I let him leave?

boom!

He transformed into a purplish-black shadow, braving the fierce winds high in the sky, soaring straight into the clouds.

……

10,000 meters above the ground.

Outside the cabin, the air was freezing cold, with temperatures dropping to minus forty degrees Celsius, and the oxygen was so thin it could suffocate you.

But inside the cabin of a business jet, the heating is very strong.

Song Tiancheng swirled the red wine in his glass, the liquid sliding down the glass, bright red and clear.

He was the only son of the Song family in this generation, so even at this time, he had to maintain his dignity.

"Master of the household."

According to the radar, we have already left the capital area and escaped.

Should we report the situation in the capital to the master?

The attendant beside him bowed his head and reported.

Song Tiancheng breathed a sigh of relief and downed the wine in his glass in one gulp.

"Don't cause trouble for my dad."

He chewed the ice cube in his mouth, his eyes filled with ruthlessness.

"Once we get there, I'll make that kid cough up all the money the Song family owed him, with interest!"

The words had barely left his mouth.

The fuselage shook violently.

The wine bottle smashed on the wool carpet, shattering into pieces, and the red wine splattered like blood.

"How did you fly the plane?"

Did we bump into the clouds?

Song Tiancheng stood up and started cursing.

"No...something's not right!"

The captain's voice in the cockpit was hoarse; it was a sign of something unbelievable.

"On the wings!"

There's someone on the right wing!

What?!

Song Tiancheng lunged at the porthole, pressing his face firmly against the glass.

Outside the window, there were only dark clouds.

A figure with pupils glowing purple was standing on the wing.

That's a highway with a speed of 900 kilometers per hour!

The gale could tear a person apart, but that person seemed to be attached to the wing; his clothes fluttered in the wind, and his body remained frighteningly steady.

He stood with his hands in his pockets, staring at Song Tiancheng through two layers of specially made glass.

Expressionless.

Those purple-gold eyes shone brighter than a lamp in the darkness.

"A ghost!!"

Song Tiancheng's legs gave way and he fell to the ground, his pants getting soaked.

This is 10,000 meters above the ground!

How could a person of flesh and blood possibly stand on that?!

Outside the cabin.

Zhou Ran raised his left hand.

The black scales on the Qilin arm reflected the moonlight, while the dark red patterns beneath emitted a dazzling light.

Facing the still-roaring engine center.

He delivered a powerful punch.

There are no superfluous moves, just pure violence.

Boom—!

The outer shell, made of aerospace-grade aluminum, dented in like paper.

The rapidly spinning blades were shattered by the force of the punch, like countless shrapnel exploding from within.

Flames burst forth.

Most of the wing broke in two in the fire.

The plane was torn in half, trailing black smoke, and spun as it plunged into the dark sea.

Zhou Ran used that force to flip into the cabin.

He leaned back in his seat and lit a cigarette in the wind.

The demonic fire guards my fingertips, unquenchable by the wind.

"The road is blocked."

"Go downstairs and spend your money."