"You destroyed a federal inspector with a single whisper, Chase. That requires a very private celebration."​Victoria Qin poured a deep red vintage wine into two crystal glasses. They were sitting inside the exclusive penthouse dining room of the Azure Tower. The city lights sparkled far below them, completely silent behind the thick reinforced glass.​Just three hours ago, Inspector Duan had ordered federal agents to place Chase in handcuffs. The Capital shark had smiled, believing he had completely trapped the billionaire.​Chase had simply leaned forward. He whispered the exact offshore routing number belonging to the inspector wife. He mentioned the ten million dollars stolen from the eastern shipping cartel.​Duan had turned completely pale. The federal inspector canceled the massive audit instantly, claiming his paperwork was flawed. He fled the city in total disgrace. The catastrophic bank run was entirely dead.​Victoria handed a wine glass to Chase. She was not wearing her us

Bella slammed her foot onto the accelerator pedal. The heavy sedan lunged forward with terrifying speed. The steel bumper struck the Capital assassin squarely in the chest.​The man crumpled onto the hard concrete of the parking garage. His suppressed pistol skittered across the floor out of reach.​Bella shifted the car into park and locked the doors. She picked up her phone and dialed the Titanium Security dispatch.​"There is trash in the corporate garage," Bella said coldly. "Send a team to clean it up. And tell my husband I will be late for dinner."​Miles away, Chase Lu stood in the executive suite of Titanium Bank. The financial war was finally stabilizing. Bella had contacted him of his situation ​But his encrypted phone vibrated with a catastrophic alert.​"Chairman," Iron Tyrant spoke through the receiver. His voice was thick with raw gravel and dust. "We have a massive emergency at Ghost Peak. Sector Four just collapsed."​"How many men are inside?" Chase demanded instantl

"System. Give me a full damage report right now."​Chase Lu spat a mouthful of thick copper blood onto the unseen dirt. Absolute, suffocating darkness pressed heavily against his open eyes. He could not see his own hands.​"Host has sustained massive blunt force trauma," the System replied. The cold digital voice echoed directly inside his skull. "The right femur is completely pinned under approximately two tons of solid granite. Oxygen saturation is dropping at a catastrophic rate."​Chase gritted his teeth. He tried to pull his right leg backward. A blinding, white hot spike of pure agony shot straight up his spine.​He gasped loudly. He swallowed a lungful of toxic gray dust.​The agonizing pain was entirely new to him. He had spent the last several months playing a sophisticated corporate game. He had broken powerful syndicates with bank ledgers and digital blackmail. ​He had never actually bled. ​The crushing weight of the mountain shattered his polished illusion. Vincent Fang

The deafening crack of a high caliber sniper rifle shattered the dead silence of the ruined foyer.​A massive armor piercing round traveling at supersonic speed struck Chase directly in the center of his forehead. The kinetic impact snapped his head back slightly.​Vincent Fang let out a desperate gasp of anticipated victory.​The victory never arrived. The bullet did not penetrate the skull of the billionaire. It flattened completely against his upgraded cellular skin. The ruined piece of lead dropped harmlessly onto the shattered marble floor.​Outside in the dark, the red laser sight vanished instantly. The Capital assassin realized he was shooting at an indestructible physical anomaly. The Cleaner abandoned his post and fled immediately into the night.​Vincent collapsed heavily into a dining chair. His legs could no longer support his weight. His ultimate weapon had just bounced off a human face.​Chase slowly lowered his gaze back to the terrified prince.​"Your Capital assassin

Four men in black tactical gear repelled through the shattered ceiling of the dining room.​The heavy downdraft from the military helicopter outside scattered the broken table. Plaster dust and shattered glass filled the air like a violent winter blizzard. The Capital Cleaners had finally breached the Song Villa.​Vincent Fang dropped to his knees in the debris. He let out a hysterical, desperate laugh.​"Kill them both!" Vincent screamed over the deafening roar of the rotary blades.​The lead assassin raised a suppressed submachine gun. He aimed directly at Bella.​Chase moved with a speed that defied basic human physics. He stepped smoothly in front of his wife. He did not adopt a defensive martial arts stance. He simply stood tall in his ruined, blood soaked tuxedo.​The assassin pulled the trigger. A terrifying hail of armor piercing rounds tore through the dining room.​The bullets struck Chase directly in the chest. They did not penetrate his skin. The upgraded Iron Body cellula