134: Chapter 134 Watching fireworks from the top of Tokyo Tower is truly beautiful.

The night wind was like a knife.

It sliced unscrupulously through the red steel frame of the Tokyo Tower, emitting a "woo-woo" wail, as if playing a requiem in advance for this city about to suffer a heavy blow.

Chen Yuan stood at an altitude of 333 meters, with a sturdy yet dizzying hollow glass floor beneath his feet.

Through that thin, transparent medium, the entire city of Tokyo looked like a massive, laid-out integrated circuit board. Countless streams of traffic converged into glowing blood vessels, transporting blood named desire and money. The neon lights of Ginza and the gloom of the Imperial Palace were intertwined in this night.

But he did not look down.

His gaze crossed the bustling Ginza, crossed the bottomless moat of the Imperial Palace, and remained fixed firmly on that black building in Chiyoda Ward.

That was the headquarters of the Mitsubishi Zaibatsu, and also the symbol of the Fujiwara Family's power in the secular world.

It was also one of the sources of his mother's tragedy back then.

"Boss, ten seconds left on the countdown."

Alice's voice came from behind, somewhat fragmented by the high-altitude wind, yet it still clearly drilled into Chen Yuan's ears.

She was not wearing that provocative professional attire from the nightclub, but had changed into a black tactical trench coat. Her long hair was blown into disarray, dancing beside that perfect bio-engineered face, revealing an even colder, inhuman beauty.

She held a bottle of sake bought from a roadside vending machine.

It wasn't any expensive brand, just that most common, ubiquitous "Gekkeikan," a few hundred yen a bottle, with a cheap glass texture.

"Ten seconds, huh..."

Chen Yuan took the sake.

He didn't even use a cup; he simply tilted his head back and took a large gulp straight from the bottle.

The spicy alcohol slid down his throat like a line of fire, instantly dispelling the chill of the high altitude and igniting the pleasure of revenge in his blood.

"Then let us wait and see."

He narrowed his eyes, the depths of his pupils reflecting that building silent in the night.

There, the wealth of the Fujiwara Family for a century was buried.

The truth of his mother's death was buried.

And also buried... that arrogant "Shadow," as well as the last pride of his ridiculous "Amaterasu Project."

"Five."

Chen Yuan counted silently in his heart, his fingers tapping lightly on the cold railing.

"Four."

On the distant streets, sirens could be heard faintly; it seemed someone had sensed something was wrong, but it was all too late.

"Three."

"Two."

"One."

At the very moment the number hit zero.

Time seemed to stand still.

Immediately after.

"BOOM—!!!"

A dull roar, as if from the depths of hell, instantly tore through Tokyo's originally calm night sky.

The earth trembled violently.

Even standing on the Tokyo Tower several kilometers away, Chen Yuan could clearly feel the violent shaking, like an earthquake, coming from the steel frame beneath his feet. The glass floor made a teeth-gritting "creak" sound, as if it would shatter at any moment.

In the distance.

That Mitsubishi building, which had originally stood tall and majestic, symbolizing the arrogant status of the Japanese zaibatsu, suddenly erupted with a dazzling, orange-red flame from its base.

That firelight was so fierce, so violent.

It instantly swallowed the entire underground parking entrance, like a fire demon imprisoned for a thousand years having finally broken out of its cage.

The flames followed the elevator shafts and ventilation ducts, like an awakened fire dragon, climbing crazily toward the sky, rampaging inside this steel giant.

"Crackle, crackle—"

That was the sound of countless reinforced glass curtain walls shattering simultaneously under the effects of high temperature and shockwaves.

Tens of thousands of glass shards fell like raindrops, reflecting the city lights, shimmering with a tragic yet deadly radiance, like a grand diamond rain.

The entire building was like a giant whose spine had been pulled out.

It shook violently a few times, the reinforced concrete structure letting out a final wail.

Then, amidst a teeth-gritting sound of twisting metal, it slowly and irreversibly collapsed inward.

Dust and smoke soared into the sky, obscuring the moonlight.

A massive mushroom cloud rose in the center of the city, instantly swallowing the surrounding blocks.

Sirens rang out across the entire city instantly.

Countless police cars and fire trucks, like startled ants, wailed their piercing sirens as they swarmed crazily from every corner of the city toward that smoking crater.

Screams, cries, sirens.

They converged into a symphony of chaos, despair, yet possessing a certain destructive beauty.

But to Chen Yuan's ears, it was all as if a mute button had been pressed.

He couldn't hear the noise.

He could only hear the roar of that building collapsing.

That was the movement of revenge.

That was the sound of the old era collapsing before him.

"Truly beautiful."

Chen Yuan watched the fireball rolling in the night sky, his face devoid of any expression, not even a trace of the satisfaction of having achieved his revenge.

Only a bone-deep indifference.

Just like an observer standing on the clouds, admiring a brilliant, spectacular fireworks display that had nothing to do with him.

"This firework is even better looking than Disney's."

He shook the sake bottle in his hand, offering a distant toast to the fireball shooting into the sky, as if in tribute, or perhaps in mockery.

"Mr. Fujiwara, are you satisfied with this return gift?"

Chen Yuan's voice was very soft, yet carried far by the wind, as if it could pierce through the distance of several kilometers and drill directly into the ears of that old man beneath the ruins.

"I think this should be enough to offset the 'care' you showed my mother back then, right?"

"With interest, no credit allowed."

Alice stood quietly behind him.

She watched Chen Yuan's back.

That figure was as straight as a pine, his broad shoulders seemingly capable of carrying the whole world, but at this moment, it revealed an unspeakable loneliness and desolation.

She was a precision biological machine; she could not fully understand human emotions.

But her core algorithm told her that the Boss was not as relaxed as he looked.

That blown-up vault, although it buried the foundation of the Fujiwara Family and although it allowed him to take back what belonged to his mother.

But it also completely severed his last connection with the past.

From now on.

He was no longer that abandoned child bearing deep blood feuds and harboring resentment.

He was Chen Yuan.

He was the King of Umbrella.

He was a monster... without any weaknesses or attachments.

"Boss."

Alice spoke softly, breaking this suffocating silence; her electronic eyes had already captured abnormal signals in the air.

"The Metropolitan Police Department helicopters have taken off, three of them, searching in this direction."

"If we don't leave now, we won't be able to leave."

Chen Yuan withdrew his gaze.

He took one last look at the ruins still burning, as if to carve them into his mind.

Then, he casually threw the empty sake bottle from his hand.

"Clatter."

The bottle traced an arc in the wind, falling into the dark abyss below, without even a sound echoing back.

"Let's go."

Chen Yuan turned around, the hem of his black trench coat flapping in the wind like an unfurled flag.

He adjusted his collar, and his face was once again adorned with that cynical, arrogant smile.

As if the cold, lonely avenger from just a moment ago was merely an illusion blown out by the night wind.

"Time to go home."

He strode toward the elevator, his steps as light as if he were dancing, each step landing on some joyful beat.

"Any later, and we won't make it to the Hollywood party."

Chen Yuan pressed the elevator button, watching the red numbers begin to flicker, his eyes showing a touch of reckless roguishness.

"I heard that woman Jessica postponed her Oscar celebration just to wait for me."

He looked back at Alice, his eyes flashing with a playful light, the excitement of a hunter about to rush to the next hunting ground:

"Making a beauty wait is not the style of a gentleman."

"Especially when..."

Chen Yuan stepped into the elevator, and as the metal doors slowly closed, they shut out the sky-filling firelight and clamor.

His voice came faintly, carrying a domineering sense of control:

"When that beauty still owes me a huge 'endorsement fee'."

"Tonight, I will collect it with interest."