The global communication network of Sapphire City—and the rest of the civilized world—was abruptly and violently hijacked.Every single smartphone, every television broadcast, and every massive LED billboard in Times Square simultaneously violently flickered before turning a blood-curdling shade of crimson. All programming ceased. In its place, a high-resolution image of a terrified, pale young woman appeared.Beneath her face, a terrifying, digitally amplified voice echoed from billions of speakers simultaneously:"This is Emperor Ye of the Ye Global Syndicate. My wife, Lin Wan'er, has unlawfully fled my mansion. I am issuing a global bounty. ONE HUNDRED BILLION CREDITS to whoever captures her and brings her to me. If anyone attempts to hide her, I will personally annihilate their entire bloodline. All airports, train stations, and highways are now locked down by my private military."In a crowded, panicked underground subway station, Lin Wan'er was trembling uncontrollably, trying t

The grand, wood-paneled courtroom of the Sapphire Municipal Courthouse was heavy with the suffocating, terrifying weight of fabricated justice.Standing in the defendant's box, trembling uncontrollably and pale as a ghost, was Bai Xia. She was a gentle, innocent woman who didn't even know how to drive. Yet, she was about to be sentenced to ten years in a maximum-security prison for a brutal hit-and-run that had killed a pedestrian.Sitting in the front row of the gallery, exuding an aura of absolute, tyrannical control, was her billionaire husband, CEO Gu Ting. Beside him, dabbing her eyes with a lace handkerchief and feigning trauma, was Lin Rou—his childhood sweetheart and the actual drunk driver who had committed the horrific crime.Before the trial began, Gu Ting had cornered Bai Xia in the hallway. His words still echoed in her mind like a death sentence: "Rou-Rou's career as a violinist will be ruined if she goes to prison. You are going to confess to everything. If you dare tel

The filthy, rain-soaked alleyway behind the luxurious Chen Family Manor was a scene of localized cruelty.Huddled inside a rotting, wooden doghouse was five-year-old Nannan. She was severely malnourished, shivering in thin rags, and clutching a half-eaten piece of stale bread. Standing over her, holding an expensive umbrella, was her wicked Uncle Chen, laughing cruelly."Eat up, little mutt!" Uncle Chen sneered, kicking the doghouse. "Your father, that useless trash Ye Tian, abandoned you five years ago. This is where the Chen family's garbage belongs!"Suddenly, the sky above the city darkened.A deafening, terrifying sonic boom shattered the windows of the manor as a military drop-ship slammed into the alleyway. The heavy ramp lowered, and Ye Tian—the self-proclaimed 'Blood Dragon General'—stepped out. His eyes glowed with a terrifying, murderous red light as he saw his daughter in the doghouse."Nannan!" Ye Tian roared, a shockwave of 'Asura Aura' blasting Uncle Chen backward into

The grand parlor of the Lu Consortium’s primary estate was an ostentatious display of unimaginable wealth, yet it harbored a sickening, dark secret.Standing in the center of the room was Shen Qing. She was trembling with rage and heartbreak, her clothes torn from struggling past the estate's outer security. Five years ago, her newborn son had been stolen from her hospital crib. After years of agonizing searching, she had finally found him."Give me back my son!" Shen Qing screamed, pointing a trembling finger at the woman sitting luxuriously on the velvet sofa.That woman was Bai Wei, the maliciously deceitful wife of the billionaire CEO. Sitting next to Bai Wei was five-year-old Little Bao. The child was pale, severely underweight, and flinched in absolute terror every time Bai Wei moved her hand. Hidden beneath the child's expensive designer sleeves were dozens of small, fresh needle puncture wounds—the result of Bai Wei's daily, sadistic abuse."You insane, pathetic beggar!" Bai W

The VIP suite of the Golden Lotus Awards afterparty was completely soundproofed, transforming the luxurious room into a gilded, inescapable cage.Pressed against the locked mahogany door was Chu Yan, a brilliant, fiercely independent indie actress who had just won 'Best Newcomer.' However, there was no joy in her eyes—only absolute, trembling terror.Blocking her exit was CEO Jin, the obese, immensely powerful head of Starfall Entertainment, which controlled eighty percent of the nation's media, theaters, and talent agencies. He was holding a glass of expensive champagne that he had just openly laced with a potent, illegal paralyzing narcotic. Standing behind him, completely complicit, was Chu Yan's own corrupt manager."Don't be so naive, Yan'er," CEO Jin sneered, his greasy face twisting into a predatory smile as he stepped closer. "Talent is worthless in my empire. Obedience is everything. You rejected my hotel invitation three times. My patience is gone.""Let me out! I will cance