129: Chapter 129 It turns out it was the Japanese conglomerate that was behind this.

The office door was pushed open, bringing in a biting cold wind.

Natasha carried an encrypted tactical tablet in her hands and walked quickly to Chen Yuan.

Her face was somewhat pale—a sign of exhaustion after undergoing high-intensity mental confrontation—but her emerald eyes burned with the thrill of revenge.

"Boss, we caught them."

She placed the tablet on the table, her fingers swiping rapidly across the screen.

"Although they severed the physical connection and destroyed the servers, the Red Queen's tracking program successfully intercepted the underlying logs they hadn't managed to destroy in the very last second."

The holographic projection lit up again.

This time, it wasn't a map, but a complex web of personal relationships.

And at the very center of that web, a black family crest was prominently displayed—the "Downward Wisteria."

"The Fujiwara-Mitsubishi Zaibatsu Consortium."

Natasha's voice was icy, permeated with a bone-chilling coldness. "This is the most secretive and oldest branch among the eight great Japanese Zaibatsu. They control nearly forty percent of Japan's heavy industry and biopharmaceutical sectors; they are the true 'Shadow Government.'"

Chen Yuan looked at the family crest, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"Continue."

"That 'shadow' is actually named Fujiwara Ichiro. He is Fujiwara Shin's younger brother and the current head of the Fujiwara Family."

Natasha pulled up a photo.

The photo showed an old man wearing a kimono with a sinister expression.

He was kneeling on a tatami mat, wiping a katana, his eyes like those of a poisonous snake ready to strike and devour its prey.

"Twenty years ago, Fujiwara Shin died due to the failure of the 'Amaterasu Project,' and Fujiwara Ichiro took over the family. He has been searching for the missing Fujiwara Masako, who is your stepmother, Zhao Ya."

"But the strange thing is..."

Natasha paused, tapped the screen, and pulled up a copy of an old autopsy report.

It was Chen Yuan's mother's.

"The week before your mother passed away, Zhao Ya frequently had encrypted calls with Fujiwara Ichiro. And on the very night your mother died, a huge sum of money was transferred from the Fujiwara Family's overseas account into Zhao Ya's private account."

"At the same time, a piece of core experimental data regarding 'genetic sequence recombination' disappeared from the safe in the old Chen family mansion."

"Data?"

Chen Yuan's pupils contracted sharply to pinpoints.

He had always thought his mother was just a victim of elite family infighting, a stumbling block kicked aside by Zhao Ya to secure her position.

But now it seemed things were far from that simple.

"Yes, data."

Natasha took a deep breath. "According to the Red Queen's analysis, that data is very likely the second half of the 'Perfect Human' blueprint that Fujiwara Shin didn't have time to complete. And your mother... she was a professor in the Biology Department at Jinghai University; she might have held the key to solving this mystery."

"So..."

Chen Yuan's voice was terrifyingly low, as if suppressing a volcano about to erupt. "They killed my mother not just to steal a man or family assets."

"But to steal that data that could allow them to realize their dream of 'immortality'?"

"Exactly."

Natasha nodded. "Zhao Ya used that data as a pledge of loyalty to gain the protection and support of the Fujiwara Family. And using these past twenty years, the Fujiwara Family has already developed... something terrifying on that foundation."

"The hackers who attacked us last night were doing so to cover up this secret."

"Snap!"

The whiskey glass in Chen Yuan's hand shattered without warning.

Glass shards pierced his palm, and blood mixed with the liquor flowed down between his fingers, dripping onto the expensive carpet.

But he seemed not to feel the pain.

He just stared fixedly at the sinister old man in the photo and the black family crest symbolizing the Fujiwara Family.

So that was it.

All the clues finally connected at this moment.

This was no longer just a simple commercial rivalry, nor was it some so-called elite family feud.

This was a family vendetta.

It was a blood debt.

His mother, that gentle woman who didn't even dare to speak loudly, had actually been brutally deprived of her life because this group of greedy devils wanted to "become gods."

"Very well."

Chen Yuan let the blood drip, his mouth slowly curling into a bone-chilling smile.

There was no warmth in that smile, only endless malice and killing intent.

"Fujiwara Family, Mitsubishi Zaibatsu."

He whispered these two names, as if chewing on the flesh and blood of his enemies. "You hid truly deep. If it weren't for them acting like cornered dogs this time, I really wouldn't have known that among my enemies, there was such a bunch of scum."

"Boss, the Fujiwara Family has deep-rooted influence in Japan; even the Prime Minister has to answer to them."

Natasha looked at Chen Yuan's bleeding palm and reminded him with some concern, "And they control a ninja unit codenamed 'Ghost Corps,' all of whom are genetically modified death squads. If we rashly..."

"Rashly?"

Chen Yuan raised his hand, looked at the blood on his palm, and stuck out his tongue to lick it lightly.

Salty and sweet.

It was just like the taste of the blood his mother spat out on that rainy night twenty years ago before she died.

"Natasha, you got one thing wrong."

Chen Yuan took the handkerchief handed to him by Alice and slowly wiped the blood off his hand.

"I am not going there to reason with them, nor am I going to sue them."

"I am going... to wipe out their family."

He stood up and walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window.

The eastern horizon was already turning a fish-belly white, but in Chen Yuan's eyes, it was a blood-red expanse.

"Since they took my mother's life and took that data."

"Then I will make them pay it back with interest, spitting out the lives of their entire family."

Chen Yuan turned around, his gaze sweeping over everyone present.

The pressure radiating from his very bones made Victor and Natasha instinctively straighten their backs.

"Victor."

"Here! Boss!"

"Arrange the flight path."

Chen Yuan straightened his collar, his tone as casual as if he were planning an ordinary weekend getaway.

"I'm going to Japan for a trip."

"A trip?" Victor was stunned for a moment, then realized, "Boss, how many people should I bring? What should the security level be?"

"Not too many."

Chen Yuan walked to the liquor cabinet, poured another glass of wine, and swirled it against the light.

"Fifty."

"Have the Tyrant Guard pick the fifty strongest, most capable fighters, and have them put on suits."

"Also..."

He turned to look at Alice, who had been silent, his eyes flashing with a crazy light:

"Bring those 'Lickers' from the lab, too, and pack them into freezer crates."

"And those 'micro-thermobaric bombs' that Dr. Zola recently developed."

Victor listened, breaking out in a cold sweat: "Boss, bringing these things... we won't get through security, right?"

"Security?"

Chen Yuan scoffed, draining the glass of wine in one gulp.

"That's a rule set for ordinary people."

"I am going to collect a debt, not to go sightseeing."

He strode toward the door, his trench coat rustling behind him.

"Since I'm going to visit 'old friends,' I have to bring some decent 'souvenirs.'"

"Otherwise, how could I live up to the 'care' they showed my mother back then?"

Chen Yuan pushed open the door, his voice echoing in the corridor, carrying an overwhelming aura that threatened to set all of Tokyo ablaze:

"Let's go."

"I'm going to turn that island into a sea of fire."