154: Chapter 154 Full Acquisition, Multinational Giant Kneels on the Spot

The gale raged. The first ray of dawn had yet to pierce the clouds.

In the front plaza of the Chenguang Electronics main factory, a camouflaged armed helicopter kicked up a terrifying air current as it made a heavy-duty landing.

Lu Chen still had his hands shoved into the pockets of his old jacket. The cold, sharp curve at the corner of his mouth had not dissipated.

Old Zhou sat slumped on the edge of the muddy mire, his mind a complete blank.

The side sliding door of the cabin was yanked open violently.

The commanding officer leaped down. His hard-soled military boots splashed the standing water in all directions. On his shoulders, he wore the rank of Colonel, and his face was as cold and hard as if carved by a knife and axe. He headed straight for the target area.

His gaze swept over the dense crowd.

The Colonel's pupils suddenly contracted. In the center of the deep pit, that hemispherical metal lump, constantly emitting a faint blue halo and extreme heat, completely shattered the physical common sense he had built over his twenty-year military career.

A miniature controllable nuclear fusion reactor.

This was a physical object in steady operation.

The muscles in the Colonel's cheeks twitched violently, and his knuckles cracked as he clenched his fists. He did not waste half a second asking for the reason, instead pulling an encrypted satellite communication terminal directly from his tactical vest.

"Calling General Command. This is Lone Wolf."

His hoarse voice betrayed a trembling he was trying desperately to suppress.

"Target confirmed. Repeat. Target confirmed as a protostar-level physical object. Please advise."

From the earpiece came an irresistible, supreme command from the capital.

The Colonel straightened his spine, stood at attention, and saluted.

"I guarantee the mission will be completed."

The communication cut off. The Colonel turned around, his sharp gaze sweeping over the two thousand security men who had just finished their work, then turned to the special operations squad that had landed with him.

"Seal off the entire area." The Colonel roared, issuing an iron-fisted military order. "From this moment on, the eight-thousand-acre plot in the northern part of the city is automatically upgraded to a special-grade national military restricted zone. Erect high-voltage electric fences. Anyone who trespasses without authorization from the highest level of command is to be shot on sight without warning."

Click, click.

All around, the crisp metallic sound of rifle rounds being chambered rang out in unison.

An aura of iron-blooded slaughter soared to the heavens.

Lu Chen pulled out his right hand and fished out a transparent plastic lighter.

Click. Sparks flickered.

He lit the double happiness cigarette clamped between his lips. Pale blue smoke swirled and rose. He then tapped another one out of the crushed pack and handed it to the murderous-looking military commander.

The Colonel's eyes shifted slightly. He brought his feet together sharply and performed another absolutely standard military salute.

After the salute, he solemnly took the cheap cigarette, worth only a few cents, with both hands and carefully tucked it deep into the pocket of his training uniform.

No verbal pleasantries or exchanges were needed.

The official, most powerful shield had completed its endorsement and handover at this moment.

Meanwhile, outside the iron gate of the old factory area, the situation was tense.

Three pure black Maybach sedans with cross-province license plates, relying on their heavy chassis, arrogantly charged onto the muddy service road. Tires screeched against the gravel, emitting a piercing wail before coming to a screeching halt.

The car doors were kicked open.

President Wang of the East China General Chamber of Commerce swaggered out of the back seat. An expensive leather belt tightened around his round beer belly, and he stepped into the dirty water in his crocodile-skin shoes without a care.

Behind him, several foreign executives in suits and ties with blonde hair and blue eyes filed out, their expressions filled with high-and-mighty contempt.

President Wang clutched a roll of white-and-black official documents tightly in his hand.

It was the comprehensive supply-cut seal issued jointly by the Chamber of Commerce.

He lifted his fat chin, his eyes scanning greedily and viciously over the dense crowd of one hundred thousand low-level laborers inside the factory area.

"These poor wretches didn't starve to death?" President Wang snorted coldly through his nostrils. "What kind of crappy job did that idiot Deputy Director Chen Hai do? Where are you getting electricity?"

The brightly lit dormitory area made him feel vaguely that something was wrong. But the extreme arrogance bestowed by the Chamber of Commerce's capital foundation instantly crushed that trace of doubt.

"Doesn't matter what kind of wild-path generator they're using to fill in. Today, I must completely crush that bastard Lu Chen."

President Wang stepped forward, his fat wobbling.

Da Biao held a half-length alloy baton in a reverse grip with one hand. His bronze-colored chest muscles filled out his black stab-proof vest. Leading several hundred elite security guards, they blocked the main gate passage like an impenetrable wall of iron.

"Halt. What kind of mad dog is running here to bark?" Da Biao's tiger-like eyes widened, and he sprayed spit unceremoniously, "This is Chenguang Electronics territory. No idlers allowed. Get lost."

President Wang was furious. Usually, which company executive dared not nod and bow when they saw him?

He raised his arm and jabbed the roll of seal papers hard against Da Biao's rock-hard chest.

"Are you blind? I represent the twelve conglomerates of Jiangnan." President Wang cursed, "Tell that ignorant little punk Lu Chen to roll over and kowtow at my feet within ten minutes to apologize. Immediately abolish that rule from yesterday about the 6,500 base salary."

In the rear, Smith, the Asia-Pacific President of German Morgan Precision Instrument Holdings.

This blue-eyed president pushed aside the bodyguards in front of him and arrogantly adjusted his expensive silk tie.

"Rude Chinese monkeys," Smith said, using stiff, broken Chinese to threaten, "If your factory director refuses to plead guilty, the Morgan Consortium announces from this moment that all transactions are terminated. High-purity fluorinated coolant is exclusively refined by us globally. Without this consumable, the Lithography Machine thermostat will definitely melt within three hours."

Smith grinned, revealing a cruel smile: "Prepare to sell your family assets to pay the huge breach-of-contract penalties."

As soon as these words were spoken, tens of thousands of workers in the factory were filled with righteous indignation.

Li Tiejun clenched his fertilizer sack, his rough face flushed red. The men beside him picked up pickaxes and shovels one after another.

"Damn these bastards! These foreign devils are colluding with black-hearted capitalists to smash our rice bowls." Li Tiejun's eyes widened in anger, his voice hoarse as he roared, "They're cutting off our livelihood; I'll drag you all down with me! Brothers, charge out and chop these animals up!"

It looked like the riot was about to spiral out of control.

"Early in the morning. What are you all shouting about?"

An extremely calm, yet strangely penetrating voice drifted out from the depths of the shadows in the factory aisle.

The voice was not loud, but it managed to suppress the roar of one hundred thousand people.

The crowd spontaneously retreated to both sides, carving out a wide path.

Lu Chen, with the half-finished cigarette butt dangling from his lips, walked with a leisurely, casual gait. His yellowed old leather shoes waded through tiny puddles.

He didn't even glance at the clowns outside the gate.

"Factory Director Lu, finally willing to show your face?" President Wang shook his belly and laughed wildly, "Kneel down and beg for mercy now, abolish the salary increase document, and the Chamber of Commerce might bestow you a few scraps. The taste of a supply cut..."

"Noisy." Lu Chen exhaled a thick white cloud of smoke nonchalantly, cutting off the other party's long-winded speech directly.

Old Zhou was covered in mud and water stains. He came running out frantically from the inner ring.

His left arm was tightly clutching a thick folder.

It was the top-secret, all-English written voucher generated by the system's invisible financial hub after just completing its global settlement and materializing it in the background.

Old Zhou's heart was currently churning like a stormy sea. Good heavens. Just how terrifyingly massive an astronomical sum of money did Brother use? He smashed right through the bottom of Wall Street.

"Brother. The settlement at the New York Stock Exchange is complete. The full set of documents is here."

Old Zhou gasped for air, bowed ninety degrees, and respectfully handed over the hardcover dossier.

President Wang's eyes bulged.

Smith raised his eyebrows, his face full of disdain.

"Putting on a show." The foreign enterprise leader snorted mockingly, "No one can break the Morgan Consortium's material blockade line. Playing with fake contracts to act? You are all dead."

Lu Chen reached out and took the thick stack of papers.

His wrist flipped suddenly. The muscles in his forearm tensed abruptly within his sleeve. There was no warning.

"Smack." The heavy cardboard slammed fiercely against Smith's pale, wide face.

Bright red nosebleed sprayed wildly along the sharp edge of the paper.

"Oh God." The foreign executive clutched his nose bridge and wailed miserably, stumbling back and falling down.

The papers scattered all over the ground like snowflakes.

At the very top, clearly stamped with the crimson steel seal of Wall Street's highest-spec legal transfer.

President Wang pointed angrily at the young man in front: "Are you crazy? Daring to beat a foreign guest in public? If you cause a serious international diplomatic dispute, even the Great Luo Golden Immortal couldn't save this broken signboard of Chenguang Electronics."

Smith, with hands full of blood, struggled to climb up, just about to open his throat and curse wildly.

Deep in his suit pocket, that expensive, encrypted transoceanic communication device began to vibrate and buzz violently like crazy.

He angrily pulled out the screen. As soon as he glanced at the exclusive digits on the caller ID, his arrogant and overbearing expression instantly froze and died.

North American Headquarters. The direct hotline for the Chairman of the Supreme Board of Directors.

His fingers trembled as he pressed the answer button.

Across the ocean. The big boss, with extreme despair, panic, and an unbelievable, miserable cry, hit Smith's eardrums like thunder from the heavens.

"Smith. The group is finished. Five minutes ago, a certain ghost fund in China used ten thousand times invisible long leverage to completely swallow all the circulating shares of our parent company on the open market. One hundred percent absolute control. The board of directors was forcibly dissolved. We have been fully acquired. The old boss's name is now Lu."

Beep. Beep. The mechanical sound of the dial tone echoed.

The specially made device, worth tens of thousands of dollars, slipped from his palm. It smashed heavily into a gravel pit.

Smith's brain buzzed and roared. His soul seemed to have been instantly drained by some terrifying monster.

His eyes bulged, his eyeballs covered with terrifying bloodshot veins. His gaze, as if he had run into a devil from hell, stared fixedly at the slender figure inside the iron gate who was leisurely smoking.

The bones in his knees completely lost the ability to support the weight of his body.

Thud.

The high-and-mighty, arrogant, supreme adjudicator of the multinational region.

He knelt heavily on both knees, falling into the dirty, foul-smelling mud pit.

Stinking black water splashed all over his head and face.

The surroundings were deathly silent. Only the wind whistled.

President Wang stood dumbfounded on the spot. His brain couldn't turn the corner at all.

"Mr. Smith, what kind of play are you putting on? Hurry up and get up to kill this madman." The Chamber of Commerce representative hurriedly reached out his fat hand, trying to pull him up.

Smack.

The foreigner backhanded a vicious slap, directly knocking out half of President Wang's back molar.

"Shut up. You damn pig."

Smith didn't care about the mud and sand in his mouth; like a stray dog with a broken spine, he crawled all over the ground, kowtowing frantically in the direction of Lu Chen.

His forehead hit the stones, bloody and mangled.

"Mr. Lu. Boss. Respected Master. My brain nerves were malfunctioning just now. Please forgive my offense this one time."

Lu Chen flicked his finger. He flicked off the burning ash.

His yellowed leather boots stepped out slowly. The sole of his shoe ruthlessly stepped on and ground into the fabric of the other man's expensive suit hem.

He looked down from above.

"Now. Have you figured out who makes the rules on this land?"

Lu Chen's tone was extremely cold. It was like a cold wind blowing from the depths of the nine nether hells.

"You are fired. Get out of China."

He turned his gaze. His eyes locked onto Fatty Wang, whose mouth was flowing with bloody gore and whose whole body was trembling uncontrollably.

The Chamber of Commerce president's legs were shaking frantically. The crotch of his expensive suit trousers was wet, seeping out foul-smelling yellow liquid.

Behind this fat man stood the foundation of the entire Jiangnan conglomerate that had lasted for a hundred years. But at this moment, he realized with sorrow that he had provoked a true chess-playing King of Hell.

"Go back and tell those old dogs in your Chamber of Commerce." Lu Chen's eyes were as cold as knives.

"Tomorrow at twelve noon. Bring all your core asset contracts and come to the factory gate to line up obediently."

"If you are late, I will personally send you all to the Yellow Springs."