2026-02-06 14:55:51The sound of sirens in the distance grew louder, but before the police could even arrive, the heavy oak front doors of the Song Villa were nearly pounded off their hinges.
BANG! BANG! BANG! "Open up! I know he’s in there! Open up or I’ll tear this house down brick by brick!" The servants rushed to open the door. A man stormed in like a raging bull. It was President Han, Justin’s father and the patriarch of the Han Corporation. His face was a mask of fury, his expensive suit rumpled. Behind him trailed a sharp-faced lawyer carrying a briefcase and a portable device. "Where is he?" President Han roared, scanning the room until his eyes locked onto Chase, who was still sitting calmly on the wooden stool. "There you are! You filthy little scammer!" "President Han!" Uncle Bob stood up, trying to look diplomatic. "We were just—" "Shut up, Bob!" President Han spat. "Your son-in-law put my son in the hospital! Justin has a concussion and three broken ribs! And he humiliated the Han family in front of the entire city!" "He claims he bought your hotel," Grandma Song said from her Dragon Chair, her voice steady. "We were just verifying the funds." "Bought?" President Han let out a bark of incredulous laughter. "Bought? With what? Monopoly money?" He marched over to the coffee table and pointed a shaking finger at the black card sitting there. "Do you know what my finance department found?" President Han shouted. "The transaction went through, yes. But the source? Untraceable! Masked by seventeen layers of encryption! Do you know what that means?" "It means I value my privacy," Chase said lazily, not even opening his eyes. "It means it’s a hack!" President Han screamed. "A digital spoof! My tech team says he used a 'Cloned Card' device to trick the POS terminal into thinking a payment was made. It’s a ghost transaction! The money isn't real!" The Song family gasped. "I knew it!" Cousin Henry slapped his thigh. "I told you! It’s a cloner! It’s a dark web scam!" "Mr. Lu," the lawyer stepped forward, adjusting his glasses. "I am Mr. Cheng. We have brought a military-grade portable card reader. It connects directly to the Central Bank’s verification server, bypassing any local spoofing protocols. If this card is real, it will authorize a one-dollar transaction. If it is a clone... it will flag as fraud." President Han grabbed the black card from the table. "Let’s end this charade right now." He shoved the card into the reader. The room held its breath. Bella stood up, her hands clutching her chest. She looked at Chase. Chase opened his eyes. He looked confident. Beep. The machine whirred. Connecting... Verifying... [SYSTEM ALERT: Unusual Spending Pattern Detected. Account Frozen for Security Audit (Duration: 30 Minutes).] The machine let out a harsh, dissonant buzz. BEEP-BEEP-BEEP! [TRANSACTION DECLINED: CODE 99 - FROZEN/INVALID] The red light on the machine flashed aggressively. Silence. Then, an explosion of noise. "HA!" President Han threw the machine onto the sofa. "DECLINED! INVALID! I told you! It’s a piece of plastic! A toy!" "Oh my god," Adams gasped, her hands flying to her mouth. "It’s fake... it’s actually fake." "You liar!" Uncle Bob pointed at Chase, his face twisting into a sneer of pure vindication. "You sat there and acted like a king! You threatened us! You made us fear you! And it was all a lie!" "Chase..." Bella whispered. Her legs gave out, and she sank back onto the sofa. "Chase, tell them it’s wrong. Tell them the machine is broken." Chase frowned. He tapped his fingers on his knee. System? What the hell? [System Notification: Don't panic, Host. The Global Banking Alliance is performing a mandatory audit due to the sudden $300M transaction on a dormant account. Assets will be unfrozen in 28 minutes.] Chase sighed. Great timing. "The card is undergoing an audit," Chase said calmly. "Wait thirty minutes." "Thirty minutes?" Aunt Sarah shrieked with laughter. "You want us to wait thirty minutes while you run out the back door? You think we are stupid?" "Scammer! Thief!" Adams lunged at Chase. She swung her hand, aiming a vicious slap at his face. "You embarrassed me! You made me pour tea in my mind! You useless trash!" Chase didn't sit still this time. He leaned back effortlessly, and Adams’ hand swiped through empty air. She stumbled, nearly falling onto the coffee table. "Don't touch me," Chase said coldly. "You dare dodge?" Adams screamed, her hair disheveled. "Police! Wait for the police! I want him in handcuffs! I want him to rot!" "Bella!" Cousin Henry walked over to Bella, shaking his head with a mock-sympathetic smirk. "Look at you. You really thought you hit the jackpot, didn't you? You thought you were Mrs. Billionaire. You thought you could look down on us." "I didn't..." Bella stammered, tears streaming down her face. "You married a felon," Henry laughed, pointing at Chase. "A fraudster. He’s going to prison for twenty years. And you? You’re the wife of a convict. Your career is over. The Song family reputation is ruined because of your bad taste in men." "Grandma..." Bella looked at the Dragon Chair. Grandma Song looked at Bella with eyes as cold as a reptile. "Do not call me Grandma. You brought this disaster into our house. Until you divorce him and denounce his crimes, you are not a Song." Bella felt like her heart was being ripped out. She looked at Chase. Chase sat there, isolated. The "Billionaire" aura was gone in their eyes. He was just Chase Lu again—the poor, lying, pathetic son-in-law. "Chase," Bella’s voice trembled. "Is it true? Did you... did you use a machine?" Chase looked at her. He saw the doubt. He saw the fear. It hurt more than Adams’ slap. "Bella," Chase said softly. "Wait. Just wait." "I can't wait!" Bella cried out. "The police are coming! President Han is here! The evidence is right there! Why do you keep lying?" Chase closed his mouth. There was no point explaining. The System lock was absolute. Words were useless. Only reality would slap them back. "Keep him here!" President Han ordered his lawyer. "Block the exits! The police are two minutes away. Tonight, Chase Lu dies in a cell." The family surrounded Chase like a pack of hyenas sensing a wounded lion. They mocked him. They cursed him. They vented three years of resentment and ten minutes of fear. Chase sat still, his eyes closed, listening to the countdown in his head. 27 minutes remaining. Let them laugh, Chase thought. The higher they lift their heads, the harder they break their necks.
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Bam! Bam!! Bam!!!Heavy fists pounded against the solid oak door of the private estate on Elm Street. Facilitator Ye did not rush to answer the aggressive summons. He adjusted the collar of his thick wool sweater and walked down the quiet hallway of his home. He knew the Capital Syndicate would not allow him to sit in peaceful suspension. They needed to neutralize his remaining political influence before he could rally his provincial allies.He opened the door and faced the cold night air.Deputy Corey stood on the brick porch. Four men wearing the sharp gray suits of Capital prosecutors flanked the ambitious traitor. Two armed tactical officers waited near a black armored transport parked in the driveway. The flashing red lights of the vehicle cast long violent shadows across the manicured lawn."Good evening Ye," Corey greeted his former mentor. The young politician wore a smug victorious smile. He held a thick stack of legal documents bound in a heavy leather folio."You brought an
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North CityThe wooden gavel struck the sounding block with a sharp resonant crack. The sound barely pierced the chaotic murmurs filling the central magistrate court of North City. The Capital observers and aggressive journalists whispered frantically about the sudden dismissal of the initial asset seizure charge. Ivar Sydney stood at the defense table and buttoned his tailored suit jacket. He had just humiliated the federal prosecution but the corporate defense attorney did not smile. He knew the minor victory was merely a preliminary skirmish before the actual legal war commenced.Investigator Hayes refused to retreat. The lead prosecutor glared at the defense table with cold vindictive fury. He gestured sharply to his legal aides standing near the doors.Four men wearing dark suits pushed two heavy metal carts into the center of the pristine courtroom. The carts groaned loudly under the massive weight of hundreds of thick black binders. The sheer volume of the physical paper silenc
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The blinding golden aura radiating from the sovereign finally stabilized and receded into his flesh. Victoria stood in the doorway of the safehouse and watched the violent ascension conclude. Chase Lu had shattered his cultivation ceiling and forged a Stage Two core in a matter of seconds. Victoria looked down at her own calloused hands. She possessed elite military training and a ruthless corporate intellect. She could dismantle a hostile boardroom or execute a close quarters assassination with flawless precision. Yet mortal skills were entirely useless against the monsters waiting at the Crimson Lotus Pavilion.She refused to watch the impending war from the spectator bleachers. She refused to become a liability that the King of the North had to protect.Victoria turned away from the damp courtyard and walked back into the dim yellow light of the safehouse. Grandmaster Qin sat at the table. The veteran commander was carefully inspecting the ancient leather binding of the ancestral
Fast Track
"We resume the physical training in ten minutes," Chase announced. He stood up from the cot and cracked his neck. "I want you to break my defense without using the Dancing Qin footwork. I need to understand how to parry a direct elemental strike."Qin smiled a sharp grim smile. The veteran admired the unyielding resolve of the young billionaire. They walked out of the safehouse together to resume the grueling crucible on the dark lawn.The physical conditioning was brutal and unrelenting. Qin forced the sovereign to endure hundreds of consecutive impacts. The veteran commander stripped away the reliance of the system skills and forced Chase to learn the raw biological mechanics of combat. He taught the billionaire how to absorb blunt force trauma by shifting his skeletal alignment.Between the punishing rounds of physical combat Qin administered various alchemical herbs and medicinal pastes. The bitter roots burned the throat of the sovereign but the raw organic fuel accelerated his m
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The wooden gavel struck the sounding block with the finality of a gunshot. The sharp noise echoed across the vast expanse of the Central Magistrate Court. The courtroom on State Street was packed beyond its maximum capacity. Dozens of aggressive journalists and elite Capital observers crowded the polished oak benches. They clutched their digital recorders and waited for the execution of the Titanium empire.Bella Song sat at the defense table. The immense pressure of the federal indictment weighed heavily on her shoulders but she refused to display a single ounce of fear to the hostile gallery.Lu Sheng sat directly behind the prosecution table in the front row of the public gallery. The Capital heir wore a bespoke navy suit and a smug arrogant smile. He crossed his legs and adjusted his expensive silk tie. He looked like an emperor attending a gladiatorial match where the outcome was already purchased and guaranteed. He intended to watch the King of the North lose his queen to the br
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The bitter taste of Blood flooded the mouth of the sovereign. Chase opened his eyes and stared at the exposed wooden beams of the safehouse ceiling. He lay flat on the narrow cot in the dim room. The excruciating pain in his skull had faded into a dull rhythmic ache. He took a slow breath and felt his physical vitality stabilizing. The drain initiated by his own weapon had nearly stopped his heart but his ascended cellular structure managed to survive the violent extraction.Victoria sat on the edge of the mattress. She held a damp cloth in her hand. She had wiped the dark blood from his face while he was unconscious. She let out a ragged sigh of relief when he finally blinked.Grandmaster Qin paced the short length of the wooden floorboards. The veteran commander looked deeply unsettled. He kept his hands clasped tightly behind his back. He had spent decades commanding massive armies yet he looked terrified of the man lying on the cot."I miscalculated the toll of the wave," Qin apol
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