All Chapters of The Trillionaire Son-in-Law: God-Level Choice System
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A Bigger Shark
"What do you actually want from me?" Inspector Duan asked. His voice shook violently.He had just canceled the federal audit over the phone. But he stared at the billionaire sitting across the sticky wooden table. A man who bought military banks did not simply offer ten million dollars out of sheer kindness. Duan knew he was stepping into a trap."Do you want me to pay you?" Duan swallowed hard, gripping the edges of his chair. "Do you want money to keep this quiet?"Chase Lu did not answer immediately. He reached into the pocket of his black jacket. He pulled out a sleek silver lighter.He picked up the printed Black Ledger from the table. He flicked the lighter open. A bright orange flame illuminated the dark, filthy corner of the teahouse.Chase held the flame directly to the corner of the thick manila folder.Duan gasped in pure shock. He watched the only physical copy of his federal treason catch fire. The paper curled and blackened rapidly.Chase dropped the burning ledge
Bankrupt Them
"He is not going to attack the bank."Chase Lu stood in the pristine marble lobby. He watched the silver haired patriarch sitting in the back of the armored Maybach. Lord Fang did not order his men to draw their weapons. He simply stared through the heavy bulletproof glass, his eyes promising absolute devastation.Lord Fang nodded once. It was a cold, incredibly calculating gesture of acknowledgment. The twelve black vehicles turned seamlessly and drove away from the plaza.Victoria Qin exhaled a breath she had been holding for two full minutes. She lowered her digital tablet."He is establishing a local base of operations," Victoria analyzed the tactical retreat. "Inspector Duan legally froze Fang Holdings this morning. But the Capital Syndicate is a massive hydra. They have illegal local liquidity."Bella stepped forward. She wore a sharp black blazer, her mind operating with the ruthless efficiency of a newly forged corporate queen."The Golden Dragon Casino," Bella identifie
Rise of Vincent Fang
The twelve armored Maybachs drove directly toward the wealthiest neighborhood in the Northern District. They parked in perfect synchronization on the muddy cobblestone driveway of the Song Villa. The heavy iron gates were completely warped. The massive oak front doors were shattered into thousands of jagged splinters. Lord Fang stepped out of the central vehicle. He wore a traditional silk suit. He surveyed the absolute destruction of the property with cold, calculating eyes. "This is the work of a wild animal," Lord Fang noted quietly. He walked past his elite security detail. He stepped directly over the ruined doors and entered the shattered marble foyer. The luxurious dining room was completely destroyed. The mahogany table was split perfectly in half. Grandma Song sat shivering on a ruined velvet sofa in the far corner. She clutched a dirty wool blanket tightly around her frail shoulders. Adams sat beside her on the floor, weeping softly into her hands. Grandma Song lo
God of Gamblers
Chase stared at the polished silver revolver resting on the green felt table. He did not flinch. He did not break eye contact with the lethal martial artist standing across from him. The wealthy crowd held their collective breath in absolute silence. Chase reached forward calmly. He picked up the heavy weapon. He felt the cold steel against his palm. "You brought a toy to a war," Chase stated smoothly. He pressed the release latch on the cylinder. He flicked his wrist. The single silver bullet dropped out of the chamber. It clattered harmlessly onto the casino table. Chase tossed the empty gun carelessly over his shoulder. The weapon crashed onto the patterned carpet. Master Shen narrowed his dark eyes. His muscular hands clenched tightly into fists. "You refuse the blood debt?" Master Shen asked in a dangerous rumble. "Then you do not leave this room alive." "I am a billionaire," Chase replied, his voice echoing with absolute authority. "I am not a street thug. If Lord F
Magnets
"Shoot the primary water mains right now." Chase Lu gave the command with absolute, chilling calm. Thick black smoke billowed rapidly from the ceiling vents of the Golden Dragon Casino. The heavy steel entrance doors were completely locked from the outside. The wealthy patrons were screaming in pure, suffocating terror. Iron Tyrant did not hesitate for a single microsecond. The massive security director raised his heavy combat pistol. He aimed directly upward. He fired three precise shots into the massive pressurized steel pipes running along the vaulted ceiling. The bullets pierced the metal flawlessly. A massive torrent of freezing water exploded downward. It acted like a torrential indoor monsoon. The heavy cascade instantly drowned the spreading flames near the ventilation shafts. The thick, toxic smoke was beaten violently down to the carpeted floor. The corrupt politicians and cartel bosses gasped for clean air. They were completely soaked and shivering in the ruined un
True King of the North
The mechanical whining peaked as the mahogany floorboards tore completely apart. Chase did not jump back in panic. He pulled Bella firmly against his chest. Iron Tyrant stepped forward to shield them both with his massive frame. The gaping hole in the floor did not reveal a deadly drop. It revealed a massive hydraulic elevator platform rising rapidly from a deeper subterranean vault. The heavy steel platform locked into place with a loud metallic thud. Vincent Fang stood in the exact center of the rising platform. He no longer wore the dusty, ruined suit from the Titanium basement. He wore a pristine black silk jacket provided by his father. His bruised face twisted with absolute, unhinged malice. He looked completely feral. A second man stood silently beside him. He was an elderly Asian man wearing a simple gray tunic. He had incredibly long white fingernails and completely sightless, milky pale eyes. "Your manager is an idiot who relies on cheap table magnets," Vincent an
Sore Loser
"You cheated!" Vincent screamed. His voice cracked with pure, unfiltered madness.He grabbed the edge of the heavy mahogany poker table. He heaved upward with all of his remaining physical strength. The heavy wood flipped violently backward. Millions of dollars in plastic chips crashed onto the carpeted floor.Chase did not flinch at the sudden violence. He simply reached out and caught the wax sealed property deed out of the air. He held the billion dollar document casually in his right hand.The heavy wooden doors of the VIP room had just exploded inward. Fifty heavily armed casino guards poured through the ruined entrance. They wore thick tactical vests over their burgundy uniform shirts. They raised suppressed automatic rifles and aimed them directly at Chase Lu.Vincent stood safely behind the wall of armed men. He was completely out of breath. He looked exactly like a feral animal backed into a dark corner."Kill him right now!" Vincent ordered his security force. He pointe
Saint of the North
"Why is the building not burning?" Vincent screamed into his encrypted smartphone.He stood alone in the freezing rain outside the Golden Dragon Casino. He had typed the execution order five minutes ago. He expected his three hundred Vanguard mercenaries to level the warehouse with heavy artillery. He expected to watch Chase Lu burn to ashes."We are completely disarmed, young master," the Vanguard commander whispered through the radio. His voice was thick with pure panic."What do you mean disarmed?" Vincent demanded. He paced frantically in the thick mud."Titanium Security flanked our perimeter positions before you even exited the building," the commander explained rapidly. "They used suppressed weapons and thermal optics. My entire strike team is currently lying face down in the dirt with shotguns pressed to our skulls. We are entirely surrounded."Vincent dropped the phone into a muddy puddle.Chase Lu had not just taken the casino. He had anticipated the reinforcements per
What She Needs
"We need three units of O positive blood in trauma bay four right now!"Dr. Evans shouted the order over the deafening roar of the crowded waiting room. His blue surgical scrubs were already stained dark red. It was barely noon on opening day.The Titanium Charity Hospital was officially open. It was also completely collapsing.Thousands of desperate citizens had lined up outside the former casino since midnight. The promise of absolutely free healthcare had drawn every sick and injured person in the Northern District. The massive demand instantly shattered their logistical models."Where are the sterile sutures?" a frantic triage nurse demanded, running past the central marble reception desk. "The primary supply closet is completely empty."Bella stood behind the reception counter. She wore her sharp corporate blazer. Her hands trembled violently as she held a digital inventory tablet."The delivery trucks are stuck in the traffic jam outside," Bella answered over the screaming crowd
A Sample
"Sector A is now dedicated entirely to triage. Sector B is your new pharmacy. Move."The commanding voice sliced through the deafening chaos of the hospital lobby with absolute, chilling authority.A fleet of six pristine white SUVs had just breached the crowded pedestrian plaza outside. They did not wait for the traffic to clear. They drove directly over the muddy curbs and parked mere inches from the shattered glass entrance doors.Victoria Qin stepped out of the lead vehicle.She wore a flawless, tailored navy blue skirt suit. Her dark hair was pinned perfectly into an elegant twist. She did not look like she belonged in a filthy charity hospital. She looked like a billionaire monarch arriving to inspect a conquered territory.Thirty professional administrators from Titanium Bank poured out of the remaining vehicles. They wore crisp business attire. They carried digital tablets and satellite radios.Victoria did not ask the frantic triage nurses for a status update. She comma