A chilling cold spread from the entrance of the Grand Ballroom, freezing the laughter of the upper-faction businessmen in an instant. Yudha Negara stood with his chin raised, radiating an aura of Beijing military authority so oppressive that several businessmen in the front row reflexively stepped back two paces. “What did you say?!” Bryan Singer demanded, his voice rising as he could no longer conceal his anger. Yudha Negara did not respond to the shouting with emotion. He simply gestured his fingers toward the legion of legal lawyers behind him. “Show this Western Prince the reality of mortal law.” One lawyer stepped forward, opening a steel briefcase with a sharp click, then displaying a digitally certified central legal document. “Mr. Singer, your Western Faction consortium has failed to repay foreign bonds worth two hundred million dollars due tonight at eight p.m. Apex Celestial has purchased the rights to that claim and is executing a collateral seizure over all properties

The cold wind of the Northern Sector blew fiercely, whipping against the loose black shirt now clinging to Raymond's sturdy frame. There was no longer the brown apron of a café worker, nor the scent of coffee grounds that usually lingered on his fingers. Tonight, beneath a starless night sky, Raymond stood atop a mound of red earth at the main construction site. Around him, hundreds of architects and structural experts brought directly from Beijing stood in orderly rows wearing construction helmets. Silence blanketed the area as thousands of eyes stared at Raymond with absolute respect. [War God System: Martial Cage Formation Synchronization 75% Active — Spiritual Field Expanding] Whoosh! A surge of invisible energy erupted from the center of Raymond's body and swept across the Northern Sector. The air pressure around the project suddenly dropped, creating a heavy atmosphere that made breathing difficult for anyone within a one-kilometer radius. "Grandmaster Raymond," the Chief Ar

A crystal glass filled with strong whiskey slammed onto the surface of the oak table. Bang! The amber liquid splashed out, staining several scattered cyber intelligence reports. Inside the main hall of a secluded villa on the outskirts of the Western Sector, Bryan Singer stood with short, heavy breaths. His tie had been loosened, and his silver hair was no longer neatly combed. The humiliation of last night's public expulsion still burned in his chest, leaving deep lines of anger across his forehead. "Damn it! Yudha Negara has completely frozen all movement in my primary accounts!" Bryan Singer cursed hoarsely. He turned sharply toward the two people trembling on the leather sofa before him. "And the two of you... why are you sitting there like statues?!" Chloe Miller looked up with a haggard face and swollen eyes. Her fingers gripped the edge of a sofa cushion until her knuckles turned white. "Bryan, I swear on everything, this isn't only because of Yudha Negara! The true owne

The night grew deeper, leaving behind a dense darkness that blanketed the border area of the Northern Sector construction site. Mountain winds blew wildly, stirring the rustling sounds of dry leaves along the deserted footpath. Hidden behind the dense rows of trees, the engines of dozens of open-bed trucks were suddenly shut off simultaneously.The truck doors swung open, releasing hundreds of burly men with ferocious expressions, gripping iron bars, machetes, and even Molotov cocktails. Flashlights flickered to life, cutting through the thin mortal-night mist.Julian Vance stepped out of the luxury sedan at the front of the convoy. His face appeared rigid, but his eyes burned with overflowing vengeance. Beside him, Chloe Miller walked with arrogant strides, gripping the collar of her leather jacket with blazing emotions."Julian, make sure this damned place is reduced to the ground before dawn breaks," Chloe Miller hissed, her low, shrill voice shattering the night's silence with int

Night had deepened when Natalie Sterling's silver sedan cut through the increasingly deserted asphalt roads. The glow of the mercury streetlights reflected alternately across the windshield, casting dim shadows inside the silent cabin. Only the soft hum of the engine and the cool breeze from the air conditioner accompanied their journey. Behind the wheel, Raymond sat with an extremely relaxed posture, one hand controlling the steering wheel with a steady rhythm while his gaze remained fixed on the road ahead like that of a loyal personal driver.However, in the passenger seat, that sense of calm had not touched Natalie at all. The woman sat with a rigid back, her fingers tightly gripping the strap of the leather handbag resting on her lap. Her beautiful eyes kept shifting toward the side mirror, then back to her phone screen, which she had deliberately kept dark so it would not emit any distracting light. An uncomfortable feeling suddenly crept up the back of her neck—a sharp and chil