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

Three days later, the weather in the capital was clear.

No one expected the Song family to fall so quickly.

The Song family once stood like a palace, but now it has collapsed and become ruins.

However, there are valuable things everywhere in these ruins.

Jiangcheng.

Chen Ya hung up the encrypted satellite phone call.

She looked at the two women behind her.

"The matters in the capital have all been resolved."

Chen Ya's eyes were very sharp.

Zhou Ran told us to go over.

Her tone was calm.

"The Song family has too many businesses; he's too lazy to manage them."

"We need to take over."

Xiao Hongli was wiping her Yin-gathering banner.

Upon hearing this, she paused for a moment.

A peculiar light flashed in his eyes.

"That big piece of wood."

She said in a low voice.

"So you've finally decided to let us go to the capital?"

Lin Qingxue remained as quiet as ever.

But the purple-gold mark on her forehead twitched slightly.

"Let's go."

Lin Qingxue said softly.

"Don't keep him waiting there too long."

When these three women, each with their own unique beauty but exuding a dangerous aura, appeared at the Extraordinary Imperial Capital Gym in Beijing.

The atmosphere of the entire business district has changed.

Those forces in the capital who originally wanted to make trouble.

Upon seeing Chen Ya in her smart business attire, and the faint ghostly mist behind Xiao Hongli...

They all behaved themselves and dared not test the waters again.

This shows that power has changed hands, and it's not just about money.

In the private lounge on the top floor of the gym.

Fatty Wang was sweating profusely from his busy work.

There were dozens of laptops in front of him.

The screen flashed a diagram of the Song family's assets across the country and even overseas.

"Brother Ran."

The fat man leaned closer and whispered.

"The Song family's roots in the secular world have been basically wiped out."

He spoke very quickly.

"My sister-in-law has taken people to take over the mine and office building."

"Third Sister-in-law is checking the accounts."

The fat man paused for a moment, his tone becoming serious.

"But I always felt that the Song family had been able to maintain its position in the capital for so many years."

"The network of relationships behind this is definitely not that simple."

Zhou Ran sat in the armchair.

Two Soul-Suppressing Nails were twirling between his fingers.

The long nail throbbed between his fingers.

The rhythmic clanging of metal was unsettling.

"You mean Song Tiancheng's father?"

Zhou Ran had her eyes half-closed.

He kept thinking about what Song Tiancheng hadn't finished saying before he died.

"right."

The fat man slapped his thigh.

"I checked the Song family genealogy. Apart from Song Wuji, the previous head of the family was Song Ren, but he was the second son, and Song Tiancheng called him Second Uncle."

He said it with certainty.

"But in all official records, even in the Song family's secret files."

"There's nothing recorded about the boss."

The fat man shook his head.

"It's as if this person never existed."

Zhou Ran gave a cold laugh.

If it truly didn't exist, Song Tiancheng certainly wouldn't have used a non-existent person to scare him when he was dying.

"go."

Zhou Ran pointed downstairs.

"Invite those wealthy women up here."

These past few days, the private lessons at Extraordinary Capital have become a mecca for the city's elite ladies.

Those socialites who are usually aloof and control half of Beijing's social intelligence.

In order to let Zhou Ran gently tap their spines.

They even bring up their own trade secrets as a topic of conversation.

after awhile.

Mrs. Han and two other influential ladies from the Beijing business community entered the lounge.

They had been treated by Zhou Ran.

Now she not only looks young and beautiful.

Even walking feels much more energetic now.

Upon seeing Zhou Ran, the enthusiasm in her eyes was so intense that she wished she could immediately recognize him as her godfather.

"Master Zhou."

Mrs. Han's voice is very sweet.

She quietly approached Zhou Ran, her eyes filled with relief at surviving the ordeal.

The Song family collapsed overnight for reasons unknown.

All the direct descendants of the family have disappeared without a trace, but fortunately her husband is from a collateral branch, so he was not greatly affected.

"You're looking for us?"

Zhou Ran didn't look at her.

He casually flicked out a wisp of demonic energy, which struck an acupoint on Madam Han's shoulder.

Madam Han's body immediately went limp.

That comfortable feeling made her feel completely relaxed.

"Inquiring about someone."

Zhou Ran lit a cigarette.

The smoke made his face difficult to see.

"Song Tiancheng's father, who is also Song Ren's elder brother."

His voice was very low.

"Who knows?"

The room fell silent immediately.

The three noblewomen looked at each other.

The smile on his face was a little stiff.

"Master Zhou..."

Mrs. Zhang spoke up.

She kept her voice very low, as if afraid that others would hear her.

"This is a taboo subject in the capital."

Her husband owns a mine in Shanxi and is very well-informed.

"The Song family did indeed have an eldest son in that generation."

Mrs. Zhang recalled.

"I heard he was a martial arts prodigy when he was young."

"He could tear apart a jackal with his bare hands at the age of ten."

Her voice lowered.

"Back then, no martial arts school in the capital dared to accept him."

"Everyone says he's a reincarnation of a demon."

"And then?"

Zhou Ran pressed for an answer.

"Later, the Song family committed a bloody crime in the capital."

Mrs. Zhang shook her head.

"No one dares to say exactly what happened."

All I know is that the eldest son died after that incident.

"The Song family gave him a very grand funeral."

"Even the tombstone has been erected."

"Dead men don't secretly support the Song family's business in island nations."

Zhou Ran coldly interrupted her.

Mrs. Zhao, who had been silent until now, suddenly spoke up.

Her family is in the foreign trade business with island nations.

"Master Zhou, Sister Zhang is right, he is nominally dead."

Mrs. Zhao spoke with certainty.

"But my husband went to an island nation a few years ago to discuss a port acquisition deal."

"I personally saw an old man surnamed Song at the headquarters of the Black Dragon Society."

Zhou Ran's eyes sharpened: "What's your name?"

"have no idea."

Mrs. Zhao shook her head.

Everyone calls him Master Da.

She recalled.

"My husband mentioned it to me after he came back."

"They said that the gentleman looked to be over ninety years old."

"But the pressure was suffocating; even from three meters away, it was unbearable."

"Moreover, he looks about 70% like Song Ren."

"It's definitely not Song Ren."

Mrs. Zhao's tone was resolute.

"My husband was going to see the leader of the Black Dragon Society."

"That big shot sits in the main seat, and even the chairman has to treat him with utmost respect."

Fatty Wang leaned close to Zhou Ran's ear.

"Brother Ran."

He lowered his voice.

"The generational relationship doesn't match up."

Zhou Ran thought for a moment.

Song Ren had absolutely no memory of his brother.

There are only two possibilities:

Either Song Ren's memory has been tampered with.

Or perhaps that gentleman isn't Song Ren's brother at all.

Instead, it was some old monster from the Song family.

Could it be that the Song family has an ancestor who is over three hundred or even five hundred years old?

"That's interesting."

Zhou Ran waved his hand.

Let those rich women go out first.

"Although the Song family tree has fallen, its roots are not completely rotten."

He stood up and walked to the window.

Looking towards the direction of the Li Mansion in the distance.

Li Zhiyao once said that he was a variable.

Since it is a variable.

Let's make the waters in the capital even muddier.

"Fatty, notify Chen Ya."

Zhou Ran said in a deep voice.

"Accelerate the cleanup of the Song family's assets."

"Any business related to island nations."

"Disconnect everything."

Don't leave them a single penny.