THE WALL STREET IMMORTAL

Chapter 6 Attack on Wall Street

"I was just about to close my eyes for a second."

ounding heavy and raspy, a remnant of the energy he had completely drained to purge the Yin curse from Onyxa’s body. He leaned his head against the cold mahogany door frame, his sharp eyes observing Onyxa, who now stood frozen, her hands trembling as she gripped her phone. The light from the screen reflected off her pale face, making the dark circles under her eyes look even more prominent.

"Are you serious, Vaelara? Thirty percent in one hour? That’s impossible!" Onyxa’s voice rose, a hint of hysteria trapped in her throat. "Short-sellers can’t move that fast without an internal data leak! Who is behind this?!"

Li Wei remained silent, listening. He didn't understand what short-sellers were or how numbers on a digital screen could kill a family, but he understood one thing: this was war. The difference was that 300 years ago, war meant the clashing of swords and blood splattering on snow. Now, war was conducted through underground cables, using algorithms as arrows and reputations as fortresses.

"I have to get to the office. Now," Onyxa said, her voice hoarse. She tried to take a step, but her legs were weak. Her body had just survived a spiritual shock, and now a financial shock was hitting her without mercy.

Without saying a word, Li Wei moved forward. He caught Onyxa’s arm before she could collapse. His touch was cold yet stable, as if he were a stone pillar that wouldn't be swayed by even the fiercest storm.

"You can’t drive in this condition," Li Wei said flatly. "You’ll hit a tree before you even reach Manhattan."

Onyxa looked at him, her eyes glistening with a mix of anger and desperation. "Then what am I supposed to do? Just sit here and watch the company my grandfather built turn to ash? You don't understand, Li Wei! This is New York. The moment you show weakness, those sharks will tear you apart to the bone!"

"I’ll drive you," Li Wei replied shortly. He didn't wait for her consent. He grabbed the car keys from the vanity and half-dragged, half-supported Onyxa toward the mansion’s underground garage.

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The journey to Manhattan’s financial district felt like an end-of-the-world simulation for Onyxa. Inside the luxury sedan, she received constant notifications. The headlines on financial portals were already exploding: “Storm Investments: The Fall of an Empire?” Speculations about embezzlement and Onyxa’s leadership incompetence were spreading faster than a virus.

Li Wei drove with an absurd level of calm. His hands on the wheel looked completely relaxed, as if he were just taking a stroll in the park, even though he was weaving through New York traffic at speeds that bordered on illegal. His eyes occasionally glanced at the looming skyscrapers. He could feel the aura of anxiety shrouding the city—the negative energy of thousands of panicked, greedy, and ambitious people. To him, this was incredibly filthy Qi.

By the time they reached the Storm Investments headquarters, the atmosphere was already like a war zone. The usually quiet lobby was now swarming with reporters shouting for a statement. Li Wei pulled his hoodie low, shielding his face, as he guided Onyxa through the back entrance via emergency access.

On the 42nd floor, the main boardroom was already filled with older men in expensive suits, their faces flushed red. That was the board of directors. The moment the door opened, a barrage of insults immediately greeted them.

"Onyxa! You’ve truly ruined us!" shouted Ulricth Pax, one of the largest shareholders, his face now the color of a boiled crab. "Our stocks have tanked! Every bank pulled our credit lines simultaneously! What were you doing last night, huh? Playing around with your little boy toy?!"

Onyxa stood at the end of the table, trying to steady her breathing. "I didn't do anything illegal, Mr. Pax. This is a coordinated attack. Someone manipulated our trading algorithms."

"Excuses!" chimed in another director, Tamsara Vale, who was usually quiet but had now joined the fray. "The market doesn't care about your excuses. We need ten billion dollars in liquidity within two hours, or this company will be declared technically bankrupt. And we all know the Storm family doesn't have that much cash on hand."

Li Wei stood in the corner of the room, leaning against the glass wall that overlooked the city. He looked like a bodyguard, or perhaps just a lost stranger, but his ears caught every detail. He watched how these people interacted. Their fear was real, but there was something even more rotten here—betrayal.

Suddenly, the doors swung wide open without a knock.

A woman walked in with an air of absolute authority. Her high heels went click-click-click against the marble floor, creating a rhythm that weighed down on the mind of anyone listening. She was Quoriel Nightshade. Her elegant black dress and cold, thin smile seemed to announce that she was the owner of the room.

"Good morning, everyone," Quoriel’s voice was soft, yet sharp as a razor. "I heard the scent of bankruptcy in the air? What a shame, especially since this building has such a wonderful view."

Onyxa clenched her fists until her knuckles turned white. "Quoriel. So this was your doing?"

Quoriel let out a small laugh, a sound that didn't reach her ice-cold eyes. "My doing? No, darling. This is just market mechanics. I just happen to have a solution for all of you. I’m here on behalf of Nightshade Capital to offer a buyout."

She tossed a thick document onto the round table. "I’ll buy all of Storm Investments' shares at ten cents a piece. That’s better than getting nothing during liquidation, isn't it?"

"Ten cents?!" Ulricth Pax choked. "That’s an insult! Our book value is still at fifty dollars!"

"It was, Mr. Pax. An hour ago," Quoriel glanced at her diamond watch. "Now, the value is continuing to drop. If you don't sign within thirty minutes, my offer drops to five cents. The choice is yours: leave with a shred of dignity, or die as bums on the streets of Wall Street."

Onyxa stared at the document with a blank gaze. She felt the world around her collapsing. Her only hope was to find an emergency loan, but Quoriel had already blocked all their banking access. It was checkmate.

Li Wei observed Quoriel Nightshade. He saw the aura surrounding the woman—black, thick, and filled with veiled murderous intent. He realized something no one else did. The name 'Nightshade'... he remembered that name. Three hundred years ago, there was a black-market merchant sect that used a similar name to destroy the economies of small kingdoms in the East. Were they their descendants? Or was this the same pattern repeating in human history?

He saw Onyxa starting to reach for a pen, her hands trembling violently. The woman's pride had been shattered. She was ready to surrender to save what remained of her employees and her family.

Li Wei realized that in this world, fists and internal energy couldn't directly raise the numbers on a monitor. But he also knew that the modern world's economy was built on one very fragile thing: trust. And trust was something that could be manipulated if you knew who held the strings.

He remembered something. While he slept for 300 years, there was one final disciple he had tasked with guarding his wealth—a man he had saved from starvation and taught the basics of energy and human management. If his bloodline still existed, they must have grown into something massive.

Li Wei straightened his back. His aura suddenly shifted. He was no longer the lethargic, sickly-looking man. A wave of ancient majesty radiated from him, causing several directors nearby to suddenly feel a chill for no reason.

He stepped forward slowly toward Onyxa, ignoring Quoriel Nightshade's disparaging gaze.

"Don't sign it," Li Wei’s voice was low, yet it cut through the noise in the room like a hot sword through butter.

Quoriel raised an eyebrow, looking at Li Wei with disgust. "Who is this bum? A security guard? Why is there an outsider in a board of directors meeting?"

Onyxa turned to Li Wei, her eyes filled with confusion. "Li Wei, you don't know anything about this. I don't have another choice."

Li Wei didn't answer Onyxa. He only stared at Quoriel with a gaze that made the arrogant woman feel as if all her clothes were being stripped away and her deepest secrets exposed. He saw a flaw in Quoriel’s strategy—this woman was overconfident. She was wagering too much of her own capital to suppress Storm’s stock. If there was a single counterstrike large enough, Quoriel’s entire scheme would blow up in her face.

Li Wei reached out his hand in front of Onyxa, his palm open.

"Onyxa," Li Wei called out, his voice calm yet filled with an undeniable command. "Lend me your phone for five minutes. I need to call someone who owes me their life."