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

The severed remains of the martial arts grandmaster slid down along the marble wall.

A half-foot-wide dark red sticky mark was dragged across the smooth wall.

He collapsed into a pile of rotten flesh, his death a gruesome sight.

The banquet hall on the top floor of the China World Trade Center instantly fell into a deathly silence.

The aroma of fine champagne mingled with the heavy, bloody flavor, creating an indescribably strange taste.

The distinguished guests from Jiangcheng who were just raising their glasses in celebration now wished they could disappear into the ground; their once rosy faces were now completely devoid of color.

Several richly dressed women lay sprawled on the ground.

Her thigh muscles twitched incessantly, and the bottom of her skirt was already soaked with some kind of fishy-smelling liquid.

With a single slap, he destroyed a martial arts master who was capable of supporting an entire prestigious family.

This is something that no ordinary martial arts practitioner could do.

Wang Teng sat amidst the spilled liquor and broken glass, scrambling backward with his hands and feet; his pants were already soaked.

"you……

Don't do anything reckless!

I am the successor handpicked by the Wang family of Beijing!

We have the funds of the Sheng Hui Consortium in our hands, and we have leveraged them by a full three hundred times!

Jiangcheng's industries have long been stuck at the daily limit down.

Even if you kill me, you'll still be bankrupt!

"Going bankrupt?"

Zhou Ran pulled over a swivel chair from the main seat and sat down.

He casually loosened his tie, his arrogance as if looking down on ants was palpable.

Chen Ya strode forward and slammed a computer onto the dining table.

The screen's light shone on everyone's faces, revealing the red and green financial curves fluctuating wildly.

A striking green line plunges vertically downwards; that represents the stock prices of the various companies under Zhou Ran's name.

Below the curve, massive amounts of capital have blocked all avenues for survival.

The Wang family, in collusion with foreign capital, has indeed made ample preparations this time.

"Three hundred times leverage, that amount does sound quite impressive."

Zhou Ran leaned back, took out a cigarette from his pocket, and put it between his lips.

A fragrant breeze wafted over.

Xiao Rou, the Holy Maiden of Southern Xinjiang, knelt before Zhou Ran, holding a lighter in her hands, and deftly lit a cigarette.

"That...that's the Holy Maiden of the Black Witch Village!"

Some well-informed tycoons were so astonished that their eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

This is a notorious witch from the Black Witch Village in the Southern Frontier, whose infamous curses have claimed countless lives.

Now she's kneeling on the ground, fawning and begging, like a well-trained servant.

Zhou Ran blew a smoke ring upwards, and through the hazy white mist, he coldly stared at Wang Teng, who was terrified.

"Chen Ya, calculate how much silver we need to invest to break this deadlock."

"The other party threw in 30 billion to lead the charge, leveraging it 300 times, and the scale of the problem they were trying to move was enormous."

To crush them head-on in the stock market, we'd need to mobilize at least 200 billion yuan in cash.

Chen Ya adjusted the frames of her glasses, her tone completely flat.

"Moreover, the money must be in full within ten minutes."

Upon hearing this, Wang Teng's expression froze for a moment, then he let out a burst of almost manic laughter:

"Two hundred billion in cash?"

Zhou Ran, do you really think you're a cash cow?

"The settlement time is just around the corner. At that point, you won't even be worthy to carry the Wang family's shoes!"

"Two hundred billion?"

Zhou Ran paused, his fingers holding the cigarette, as if he was considering something.

Wang Teng laughed so hard that tears almost streamed down his face.

"I think a mere two hundred billion isn't even enough to fill a tooth gap."

Zhou Ran suddenly revealed a sneer and turned around to give Fatty Wang a hand gesture.

"Fatty, bring up that box we brought back from Longhu Mountain."

Fatty Wang grinned widely, then slammed a heavy military-grade explosion-proof box onto the dining table with a bang.

The box was opened, but there were no banknotes inside.

Instead, there was a thick stack of promissory notes printed with special sealing wax.

There were also inventory books of properties smuggled from places like Japan, the Song family in Beijing, and the Pai Ke sect.

These things were all dried goods that he had snatched from corpses along the way.

This is just inventory, not even counting cash.

Chen Ya's fingers traced a blur across the keyboard, directly connecting to a highly encrypted secret account.

drop.

The screen directly in front of the lobby suddenly changed.

The endless string of zeros almost overflowed the screen, nearly bursting Wang Teng's eyeballs.

350 billion.

And what's hanging on the back is a US dollar symbol.

"Include all of the 100 billion from before."

Zhou Ran's tone was indifferent.

The moment those words were spoken, the stock market underwent a dramatic upheaval.

Chen Ya didn't engage in any pretense or probing; she directly used the 350 billion US dollars as a hammer and slammed it into the already narrow trading channel.

This kind of blow is something that no leverage can withstand at all.

The green line representing Zhou Ran's assets on the screen instantly turned into a straight red beam pointing to the sky, directly piercing the liquidation line set by the Wang family.

It's collapsed.

The Wang family's positions exploded instantly, one after another.

"How come...?"

How could this happen!

Wang Teng frantically tried to grab the computer, staring intently at the forced departure notice displayed on it.

The capital barriers he saw were as fragile as paper in the face of such a powerful blow.

"Mr. Jay, all those conglomerates that the Wang family has joined together have lost a fortune."

Because of the high-probability reverse takeover, the Wang family not only lost everything but also incurred a massive debt of 120 billion yuan.

Chen Ya closed the screen, a hint of satisfaction flashing in her eyes behind her glasses.

In less than fifteen minutes, this once-illustrious family in the capital was completely finished.

Zhou Ran stood up, walked over to Wang Teng, and dusted off his cigarette ash.

He thought to himself that things that can be settled with money are really not a big deal.

When he first arrived in Beijing, the Wang family was the ones who coveted the land for the Imperial Capital Extraordinary Fitness Center.

Now, it is the Wang family that intends to drain his Jiangcheng empire.

Zhou Ran's eyes turned cold.

"Since you're showing off those grandmasters as your trump cards in front of me, then the rules need to be changed."

He lowered his head and stroked Xiaorou's long hair as if he were petting a dog.

"Send all those delicate young masters and ladies from the Wang family to those run-down karaoke bars at the Jiangcheng Wharf."

Before the debt is paid off, if anyone tries to run away, plant a handful of Gu worms in their heart.

Treat it as a serious matter.

"I will obey my master's orders."

A look of excitement appeared on Xiaorou's face.

Wang Teng collapsed to the ground as if paralyzed, crying out in despair:

You can't do that!

There's a big shot behind the Sheng Hui Consortium!

They're looking for ancient treasures, you're courting death!

"You talk too much."

Zhou Ran stomped on Wang Teng's cheek, making several crisp cracking sounds, and directly shattered half of the other's rotten teeth.

He slowly turned his head, his gaze sweeping over the room full of powerful and wealthy people.

Those wealthy businessmen who used to be so aloof are now kneeling there in a line, their scalps pressed against broken glass, not daring to utter a single word.

"From now on, in this territory, my words, Zhou Ran's words, are the supreme law."

He straightened his collar and strode outside.

Xiao Rou kept her head down and followed closely at his feet.

We drove back to the villa's garage.

As soon as the car came to a stop and Zhou Ran was about to move, a piercing burning sensation suddenly shot up from the bones in his left arm.

The dark gold armor plates emerged from the skin and flesh, radiating a terrifying heat.

A vast and ancient aura surged up from the depths of the earth, connecting with the Primordial Origin in his arm.

That is, at this very moment.

Click.

A crisp yet chilling sound echoed up from the deepest part of the underground chamber, following the pillars of the villa.

The red lights throughout the garage were flashing wildly, and the piercing alarm was blaring through the sky.

Zhou Ran's eyes widened, and the calmness on his face was completely replaced by fervor.

"That dragon egg..."

It's open!