The atmosphere, which had been noisy with the rattle of gunfire, suddenly turned deathly silent—a chilling kind of silence that made one's hair stand on end.Because...Hundreds of metal projectiles, still glowing red-hot, hovered motionlessly, trapped in an orbit around Fang Zhe. Heat haze shimmered from the bullets, creating a mirage effect that made Fang Zhe look like a god of war descended to earth."This... this is magic! You're a monster!" screamed one of the elite soldiers, his hands shaking so violently that he dropped his weapon onto the asphalt.The lieutenant, who had been so arrogant moments ago, turned deathly pale. He tried to pull the trigger once more, but his finger was frozen. He saw the .50 caliber bullet he took such pride in merely spinning slowly at the tip of Fang Zhe's index finger, as if that lethal object were nothing more than a plastic toy.General Guan felt a piercing cold crawl down his spine. As a war veteran, he had seen many things, but never anything

Shortly thereafter...Fang Zhe stood tall with his hands in his pockets, while a notification on his phone chimed softly. It was an encrypted message confirming that an astronomical figure of **$60 billion** had landed smoothly in his secret account. In total, within a very short time, he had drained **$120 billion** from the vaults of the Heaven's Luck Pavilion."The money is in," Fang Zhe said flatly. "You're free. Consider this a discount for your cheap lives."Hearing this, General Guan and his soldiers felt as if they had received a miracle. Their breath, which had been constricted until now, began to return to normal. With legs still weak, they struggled to stand, leaning on each other to get away from the "Demon" in casual clothes.They moved to enter their military vehicles and vanish from Fang Zhe's sight forever.However, just as General Guan touched his car door...Click!"Who gave you permission to leave with your bodies intact?"Fang Zhe’s cold voice instantly froze every

Fang Zhe leaned back in the plush leather chair, gazing at the Governor of Nan She with a relaxed expression, as if they were discussing a lunch menu rather than the future of a province."Simple, Governor," Fang Zhe said, tapping his finger on the table. "I want an exclusive business permit to move the entire Alchemist God operations from Shange City to the heart of Nan She Province. I want the tallest building in this city, a tax-free distribution line for the first three years, and full legal protection from any form of interference... including interference from mass organizations or private groups that feel they own this territory."Hearing this, Luna, who had been holding her breath, suddenly shrieked with a high-pitched voice full of rage."NO! DON'T YOU DARE, GOVERNOR!" Luna screamed, pointing at Fang Zhe’s face with a trembling finger. Her beautiful face now looked terrifying due to her peaking anger. As the mastermind behind the business strategy of the Heaven’s Luck Pavilio

The Governor of Nan She, his hands trembling violently and his breath coming in ragged gasps, finally reached for the pen. He had no choice. Before him stood a young man who had just tossed the province's military dignity into the trash. With one rough stroke, the official emergency security appointment letter was signed.Seeing this, Fang Zhe smiled with satisfaction. He took the document and reached for the phone in his jacket pocket. He dialed one name in his contacts: Siska."Hello, Siska," Fang Zhe’s voice sounded casual yet commanded authority. "Stop all expansion activities in Shange City. I want the entire operational center of Divine Alchemist moved to Nan She Province tonight. Don't bring the old equipment; buy everything new here. I’ve secured the tallest building and the primary distribution lines. Send the acquisition team now."On the other end of the line, Siska paused for a moment before answering firmly, "Understood, Young Master. Within six hours, the headquarters wi

The Governor of Nan She stared at the sword, which was still vibrating between his legs, his breath coming in ragged gasps. The tremors from the marble floor surged through his bones, providing undeniable physical proof. His consciousness slowly recovered from the storm of fear, replaced by a profound sense of respect that bordered on worship.He realized that the power he had prided himself on all this time was merely dust in the face of these monsters' strength. With clumsy movements and legs that were still somewhat weak, the Governor pushed himself up."I-I... I apologize for my insolence!" the Governor’s voice was no longer high-pitched with terror, but filled with a submissive tone.He stepped toward Uncle Lu first. With both hands trembling, he reached for the old man’s hand and shook it firmly, as if touching the hand of a god who had just descended to earth."Master Lu... please forgive these dim, elderly eyes of mine," the Governor said sincerely. When their palms met, he di