121: Chapter 121 My cousin cried and called for his mother; I recorded it and posted it online.
The flash of the phone camera lit up, like a blinding scalpel, mercilessly dissecting the last bit of Chen Yu's pathetic dignity.
"Wuu... wuuuu..."
Chen Yu huddled on the ground, covering his face with both hands, his body emitting a nauseating smell of urine.
His Tang suit, which had looked so "luxuriously imposing" just moments ago, was now wrinkled like a rag, stained with dust, dog saliva, and his own excrement.
How could this possibly be the young master who could summon wind and rain in Jinghai?
This was clearly just a beggar rolling in a pile of trash.
"What are you hiding from?"
Chen Yuan squatted in front of him, holding the phone in one hand and roughly pulling away Chen Yu's hands that were shielding his face with the other.
"Look at the lens."
Chen Yuan's voice was soft, yet carried an unquestionable command, "Weren't you quite arrogant in the office just now? Didn't you call me a bastard? What's wrong, mute now?"
"Brother... stop filming... please, stop filming..."
Chen Yu cried until he was a snotty, teary mess, his entire face twisted, "I was wrong... I really won't do it again... I want to go home... I want to find my mom..."
"Mom?"
Chen Yuan sneered, the chill in his eyes deepening.
"You're over twenty, yet when you encounter trouble, all you can do is find your mom. Did the Chen family raise you just to be a giant baby?"
He pushed the phone lens closer, almost touching the tip of Chen Yu's nose.
In high definition, Chen Yu's terrified, dilated pupils, trembling lips, and disheveled appearance were recorded clearly.
"Come on, look at the lens and say hello to your good mother, and to our imposing uncle."
Chen Yuan was like a patient director, guiding a clumsy play.
"Tell them you're doing very well in America."
"Tell them the dogs here are very enthusiastic, and you... like them very much too."
"I won't say it... I won't say it!" Chen Yu shook his head desperately, his eyes filled with fear, "If my dad sees this, he'll beat me to death! He really will beat me to death!"
"If he doesn't beat you to death, I'll let those dogs in to play with you right now."
Chen Yuan said indifferently, making a gesture with his finger as if to press the door-opening button on the wall.
"Roar—"
Behind the glass wall, those Zombie Dogs cooperated by emitting a low roar, their claws scratching the glass with a screeching sound.
This roar became the final straw that broke the camel's back.
Chen Yu collapsed instantly.
He yelled at the lens as if he had gone crazy:
"Dad! Mom! Save me!"
"There are monsters here! They're all monsters! Chen Yuan is crazy! He wants to feed me to the dogs!"
"I don't want to be the heir anymore! I don't want anything! Just give him the money! Give him the company! Just let me go home... wuuuu... Mom, I want to go home..."
The crying was shrill and tragic.
Even Victor, an information broker with a heart of iron, felt physically uncomfortable watching it.
It was too miserable.
But this was something he brought upon himself.
Chen Yuan nodded with satisfaction and pressed the stop recording button.
"That's more like it."
He stood up and looked down at Chen Yu, who was still twitching on the ground.
"This video was shot well, the emotions are sincere, with no trace of acting. I think Uncle will be very moved."
"Red Queen."
"Present, Boss."
Chen Yuan handed the phone to Alice, and Alice quickly connected it to the data terminal.
"Send this video to Chen Tianba."
Chen Yuan walked aside, took the wet wipe handed over by Victor, and carefully wiped his hands, as if he had touched something extremely dirty.
"Not only to him."
"But also to all of the Chen family's collateral relatives, business partners, and all the prominent figures in that circle in Jinghai."
Chen Yuan's lips curled into a cruel arc:
"I've already thought of the title."
"Let's call it—'The Metamorphosis of Jinghai's Number One Young Master in America: On How a Giant Baby Is Forged.'"
"Since he likes being famous so much, I'll help him out and let him truly go viral."
"Boss, isn't this too ruthless?"
Victor muttered softly, "If this video gets out, Chen Yu's life is ruined. Those old fogies in the Chen family value face above all else. You are digging up their ancestral graves."
"Ruthless?"
Chen Yuan threw the dirty wet wipe into the trash can, turned around, his gaze like a knife.
"When they threw me out of the country like trash back then, did anyone think it was ruthless?"
"When Zhao Ya poisoned my medicine, wanting me to die of heart failure, did anyone think it was ruthless?"
"They wanted my life, my hard-earned work, they wanted to eat me until not even the bones were left."
"Now, I just helped them film a documentary, and this is called ruthless?"
Chen Yuan sneered.
"Victor, remember this."
"Mercy to the enemy is cruelty to oneself."
"If you don't tear their skin off completely and trample it in the mud, they will never know what... awe means."
"Ding."
On the holographic screen, a green progress bar appeared.
【Video mass distribution complete.】
【Number of recipients: 342.】
【Status: Delivered.】
At this very moment.
On the other side of the Earth, Jinghai.
It was eight o'clock in the morning, and the Chen family compound was holding its routine family breakfast meeting.
Chen Tianba sat in the main seat, his face gloomy.
He had just wanted to reprimand a few words about the obstruction of overseas business, when suddenly, the phones of everyone present rang almost at the same time.
"Ding-dong—"
"Ding-dong—"
The successive notification sounds broke the silence of the dining room.
Everyone took out their phones in confusion and clicked on the anonymous message.
A few seconds later.
In the originally quiet dining room, there were gasps of air.
Zhao Ya was sitting next to Chen Tianba. When she saw her son in the video, covered in filth and crying like an idiot, her eyes rolled back and she fainted directly.
"Xiaoyu! My Xiaoyu!"
"Clap!"
Chen Tianba slammed his phone onto the table hard, and the screen shattered.
His face turned the color of a pig's liver, his whole body trembling, pointing at everyone present, he roared:
"Who did this?! Who did this?!"
"This is a family scandal! It is a supreme humiliation!"
Just then, the projection screen in the hall suddenly lowered automatically.
The previously turned-off projector started by itself.
A huge, clear face appeared on the screen.
That was Chen Yuan.
He seemed to be sitting in an executive chair, with the bustling Manhattan night view behind him.
He was swirling a red wine glass in his hand, his eyes staring straight through the screen at Chen Tianba, as if he could see through the distance of ten thousand miles.
"Uncle, good morning."
Chen Yuan's voice echoed through the sound system in the dead-silent Chen family compound.
"Did you receive the gift? Do you like it?"
Chen Tianba stared fixedly at the screen, gritting his teeth: "Chen Yuan! You beast! If you dare to touch a single hair on Xiaoyu, I..."
"Shh."
Chen Yuan in the screen raised a finger to his lips, interrupting his impotent rage.
"Stop making threats, Uncle. That routine of yours is outdated."
"Chen Yu is in my hands now, alive and well. Of course, provided he can learn how to be a human being."
Chen Yuan put down the wine glass and leaned forward.
The sense of oppression that could be felt even through the screen made all the Chen family executives present feel like they were having difficulty breathing.
"I know what you want."
"Want Umbrella? Want my technology? Want the empire I built overseas?"
"Sure."
Chen Yuan smiled.
Laughing arrogantly, laughing unscrupulously.
"If you want to reap the fruits of my labor, I won't stop you."
"But don't send those stray cats and dogs to disgust me."
Chen Yuan reached out, pointed at Chen Tianba, his eyes as cold as the wind from hell:
"Tell Chen Tianba."
"Want my things?"
"Let him come himself."
"Also, remember to bring a coffin."
"Because the next time, what I send back might not be a video."
"But... a corpse."
After saying this.
The screen flashed, and the image disappeared.
Only Chen Tianba was left standing there, his chest heaving violently, a mouthful of old blood stuck in his throat, unable to spit it out or swallow it.
And at the Titan Center in Manhattan.
Chen Yuan turned off the communication, looking at the rising morning sun outside the window.
"Boss, what now?" Victor asked.
"What next?"
Chen Yuan adjusted his collar and turned to walk towards the door.
"The value of this trash, Chen Yu, has been squeezed dry. Throw him into the basement to wash dishes, just don't let him die."
"As for us..."
Chen Yuan pushed open the door and strode away.
"Since the war declaration has been issued."
"Then get ready."
"To welcome this... real war."