13: Chapter 13 Desperate Capital Tycoons: Exploiting Ownership with Interest!

On the West Coast of Los Santos, at the Colton Family estate.

This mansion, which covered an area the size of three football fields, was currently in a state of utter chaos.

"Quick! Put all the bearer bonds and diamonds from the safe into the suitcases!"

Richard Colton was pacing the study like an ant on a hot pan, roaring frantically.

Beside him, a blonde secretary with a hot figure was scrambling to stuff stacks of bonds and loose diamonds into a briefcase.

This secretary's name was Jessica.

She was wearing a form-fitting black office suit, with a skirt so short it barely covered the top of her thighs.

Her white silk shirt was stretched tight by her exaggerated, ample chest.

Her slender legs, wrapped in semi-sheer black stockings, were trembling slightly from extreme nervousness, exuding the aura of a mature, alluring office siren.

"Mr. Richard... it's all packed. There's about 200 million USD in hard currency."

Jessica said, her voice trembling as she carried two heavy suitcases.

"Let's go! To the helipad immediately!"

Richard snatched one of the suitcases, didn't even glance at his secretary, and rushed out of the study.

On the estate's helipad, the rotors of a private helicopter were already spinning.

Several family bodyguards were struggling to shove William, who was wrapped up like a mummy, into the helicopter cabin.

"Father... will we... will we ever be able to come back?"

Lying on the stretcher, William's eyes were full of terror and despair.

"Shut up! You idiot! Once we reach Europe and access our five billion USD in the Swiss Bank, I can hire the best assassins in the world on the dark web! I will make that bastard's entire family pay with their lives!"

Richard cursed viciously and climbed into the cabin under the cover of his bodyguards.

"Take off! Take off now!"

Richard pounded on the back of the cockpit seat, screaming at the top of his lungs.

The pilot, sweating profusely, pulled the control stick, and the helicopter slowly lifted off the ground with a roar.

Watching the estate shrink beneath him, Richard's tense nerves finally relaxed a little.

As long as they were airborne and heading to Los Santos International Airport, they could switch to the private jet he had already prepared.

Even if that devil named Chu Feng had countless men, it would be absolutely impossible for him to shoot down his commercial airliner.

However.

The helicopter had barely risen twenty meters into the air.

A piercing "beep-beep" alarm suddenly sounded inside the cockpit!

On the radar screen, a dense mass of red lock-on warnings instantly flashed!

"Mr... Mr. Richard..."

The pilot's body went rigid, his Adam's apple bobbed with difficulty, and his voice was filled with endless fear, "We... we've been locked onto."

"What?!"

Richard lunged to the window and looked out.

One look, and he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave; his mind went completely blank.

Through the helicopter's porthole, he could clearly see that, at some point, the roads outside the estate, the woods on the hillside, and even the walls of the estate were densely packed with fierce thugs wearing black tactical vests!

There were at least a thousand of them!

What made him feel even more suffocated was this:

Over a dozen red laser targeting beams, like the gaze of the Grim Reaper, pierced through the helicopter glass and were locked firmly onto his forehead and chest!

Below, dozens of fierce thugs had Stinger anti-aircraft missiles on their shoulders, with the pitch-black launch tubes pointed directly at the pathetic private helicopter.

If the pilot dared to climb even one more meter, this helicopter would instantly turn into a brilliant fireball in mid-air.

"Land... land! Land quickly!"

Richard's legs went weak, and he collapsed onto the cabin floor, instantly wetting his pants.

He knew he was completely finished.

That devil had never intended to leave them any way out!

"BOOM—!!!"

Just as the helicopter desperately descended back onto the helipad, the million-dollar, heavy, carved gate of the Colton Family estate was blown to pieces by an RPG rocket!

Hundreds of heavily armed thugs flooded into the estate like a black tide.

The bodyguards in the estate, who had initially held pistols and tried to put up some resistance, decisively threw away their weapons upon seeing this group of professional killers and knelt on the ground with a series of thuds.

They were just here to work for dollars, not to throw their lives away.

Even armored vehicles of the National Guard had been shredded like tofu by this group; what did their few little pistols amount to?

In the deathly silence, the crowd parted to the sides.

A pitch-black Rolls-Royce Phantom slowly drove into the estate and finally stopped in front of the helipad.

The door opened.

Chu Feng stepped out of the car.

He casually adjusted his cufflinks and gave a faint, indifferent glance at Richard, who was slumped at the cabin door.

"Colton, in such a rush, where are you planning to go on vacation?"

Richard was trembling violently.

He scrambled out of the cabin, tumbling down.

He didn't care that his knees were scraped raw; he knelt before Chu Feng like a stray dog.

"Mr... Mr. Chu! God, this is a misunderstanding!"

"This is all trouble caused by that animal William; I had absolutely no idea!"

In the face of death, this financial tycoon who once dominated the California capital scene completely sold out his own biological son.

"Father?! You..."

Lying in the cabin, William heard this, was so furious he vomited a mouthful of blood, rolled his eyes back, and passed out instantly.

Chu Feng remained unmoved, not even glancing at him again, simply pulling out a cigarette and putting it in his mouth.

A thug nearby immediately stepped forward and respectfully lit it for him.

"Hoo—"

Chu Feng exhaled a puff of light blue smoke, blowing the smoke ring onto Richard's old face.

"A misunderstanding? If it's a misunderstanding, why did you send Hans with armored vehicles to pick me up at the hotel?"

A mocking smile appeared on the corner of Chu Feng's mouth. "The old rules. I'm a very reasonable person. Your son scared my woman; he owes me 10 million in emotional damages."

"As for you..." Chu Feng paused, his eyes suddenly becoming as cold as knives. "You called the army to bomb me with artillery; that's not something 10 million can solve."

Richard was scared out of his wits and kowtowed frantically. "I'll pay! I'll pay! As long as you spare my dog life, I can give you the entire assets of the Colton Family!"

"If only you were this sensible earlier."

Chu Feng flicked the ash off his cigarette, and a thug nearby walked up and threw a computer connected to the dark web and the Swiss Bank in front of Richard.

"Transfer all your overseas offshore accounts and Swiss Bank deposits into this account. If you are short by even one cent, I will break one of your bones."

Richard didn't dare utter a single word of nonsense.

With trembling hands, cold sweat dripping onto the keyboard, he logged into all his secret accounts as fast as he could and transferred every single cent of the wealth that the Colton Family had sucked from the people through usury and manipulating financial markets over the decades.

[Ding! Detected a massive influx of overseas funds into the system account. Processing Wealth Points laundering and conversion...]

[Ding! Conversion successful! Congratulations to the host for obtaining Wealth Points: 520,000 points!]

Hearing the crisp notification sound in his mind, a flash of wild joy glinted in Chu Feng's eyes.

520,000 Wealth Points!

A massive cash flow of exactly 5.2 billion USD!

This is what true robbery is!

This is the ultimate harvest!

Compared to a capital tycoon like this, whose wealth had been accumulated over generations, the protection money and usury from those street gangs were simply like copper coins in a beggar's bowl.

With this terrifying sum of money, added to his previous savings, his current Wealth Points had already broken through the 700,000 mark!

It was enough for him to arm these 100,000 fierce thugs into a terrifying army capable of overthrowing a small country!

"Mr... Mr. Chu... 5.2 billion USD, it's... it's all here..."

Richard lay weakly on the ground, as if he had instantly aged a dozen years.

He lifted his blood-covered face, his eyes filled with a kind of subservience, "You said... as long as I gave the money..."

"I did say that."

Chu Feng flicked away the finished cigarette butt, "But I didn't say when I would let you go."

Hearing these words, Richard's pupils contracted violently, and a wave of despair instantly surged into his heart.

Chu Feng no longer paid any attention to this old piece of trash.

He turned his head slightly, his gaze landing on the blonde bombshell secretary who had been shivering nearby.

Jessica was terrified out of her wits at this moment.

But for her to be able to serve as a secretary for the group, she was definitely not stupid.

When she saw Richard being squeezed of his last ounce of value and stepped on like trash by Chu Feng, she instantly understood where her only path to survival lay.

In front of this powerful and handsome Eastern man, who was like a demon god, dignity was worthless.

Jessica bit her delicate red lips, forcibly suppressing the fear in her heart.

She kicked off her high heels and carried the two heavy suitcases filled with diamonds and bonds.

She didn't stand up, but instead knelt on the ground with extreme humility, crawling on her knees step by step to Chu Feng's feet.

"Respected Master..."

Jessica respectfully pushed the two suitcases in front of Chu Feng, then lifted her exquisite, alluring Caucasian face.

She deliberately straightened her back, letting the white silk shirt that was stretched tight pop open two more buttons due to the movement, revealing a large, deep, and dizzyingly proud expanse of snowy white skin.

Her black tight-fitting skirt rode up even further, revealing the round, perky, grindstone-like curves and the deadly temptation of her semi-sheer black stockings, displaying them without reservation to Chu Feng's line of sight.

"These are the 200 million USD in hard currency that Richard hid; now, they are all yours."

Jessica's voice was coquettish, her eyes filled with extreme ingratiation and submission.

She even dared to reach out her fair, tender hand, painted with red nail polish, and gently stroked Chu Feng's polished leather shoes.

"Including me... as long as you are willing, I am also your trophy... I can absolutely obey any command..."

Looking at the top-tier, uniform-clad siren fawning at his feet, there was no pity in Chu Feng's eyes, only the ultimate enjoyment of this law of the jungle.