90: Chapter 90: Compensation arrives; red envelopes sent to confidantes.

The tolling of the Texas courthouse bell sounded like a funeral knell to James.

That lawsuit, which was enough to go down in the judicial history of America, concluded faster than anyone had imagined.

Under the operation of Ivanka's political resources, which were almost enough to pierce the heavens, coupled with the three-hundred-person legal dream team led by Will Smith.

The FBI San Verde office, a signboard that once allowed them to act with impunity in the area, was torn down by Chen Yuan.

Although it fell short of the ten-billion target.

But this was still the highest record in American history of a state violent apparatus bowing to a private enterprise.

"Boss, the money has arrived. Not a single cent less."

Victor held a specially encrypted computer in his hands, his plump fingers dancing on the keyboard, his breathing as hurried as a child who had just stolen some candy.

On the screen.

That long string of numbers symbolizing wealth shimmered with a charming green light in the sunlight.

"Good, very good."

Chen Yuan tossed the agreement aside.

He turned his head and looked out the window at the city that belonged to him.

Now, in San Verde, the very air was permeated with the scent of awe.

"Victor, go to Jile Nightclub. Raise the security level there to the maximum."

Chen Yuan instructed, a wicked smirk curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Tonight, we won't talk about business, only money."

...

Half an hour later, at the entrance of Jile Nightclub.

Ten pitch-black, unmarked heavy armored cash transport trucks formed a long line amidst their roaring engines.

Fully armed biochemical soldiers blocked the entire street.

Any prying eyes were blocked by those cold tactical helmets.

Inside the lobby, the lights were bright.

In the center of the huge circular dance floor, it was currently empty.

Chen Yuan sat on the semi-circular sofa at the very top.

Beside him.

Sophia was wearing that red cheongsam with a slit up to the root of her thigh; Rosa was chomping on a cigar; Natasha and Viper faced each other with cold expressions.

Ada Wong remained like a famous blade, guarding behind Chen Yuan's side.

The newly subdued Assassin Queen, Ada, had changed into a sharp black outfit and stood with her head bowed at Chen Yuan's feet.

This lineup was simply a perfect combination of earthly sirens and human weapons.

"Boss, calling us all here in the middle of the night just to look at this empty floor?"

Rosa exhaled a smoke ring, her wild eyes sweeping across Chen Yuan's face with a hint of provocation.

"What's so interesting about the floor?"

Chen Yuan laughed.

He clapped his hands lightly.

"Open the door."

"Boom!"

The reinforced, heavy back door of the nightclub slowly opened.

Victor led dozens of porters, pushing carts of specially made hand trucks as they walked in.

Piled on the carts.

Were those bundles of unopened hundred-dollar bills, emitting a rich scent of ink.

The workers moved roughly, dumping the bundles of banknotes directly into the center of the dance floor.

"Clatter!"

That was the most beautiful sound in the world.

Two hundred million US dollars.

A full two hundred million dollars in cash.

In just ten minutes, it had piled up into a golden hill in the center of the dance floor.

Those stacks of green bills, illuminated by countless expensive crystal chandeliers, refracted a primitive light that was maddening, suffocating, and even hallucinogenic.

The air froze.

The red wine glass in Sophia's hand stopped in mid-air.

Rosa forgot to smoke the cigar in her mouth; she didn't even react when the ash fell onto her thigh.

The eyes of Natasha and Viper, which never blinked even when killing, now rippled with intense fluctuation.

They had seen money before.

But they had never seen so much money, so visually direct, piled up like trash.

"This is what you call... visual impact."

Chen Yuan stood up and walked to the railing.

He looked down at that "mountain of money," spreading his arms as if embracing the whole world.

"Sisters."

Chen Yuan looked back at the group of stunning sirens, his tone as plain as if he were handing out candy.

"These are the life-buying money sent by the FBI."

"I have always been generous to my subordinates, and I will never be stingy with my own women."

He pointed to the dance floor.

"Two hundred million dollars, right here."

"Take whatever you want."

"Just consider it... pocket money from me to you all."

Sophia was the first to react; she let out a sweet cry, lifted her skirt, and rushed down.

"Boss! You are simply the most charming bastard in the world!"

She dove straight into the pile of money.

Banknotes flew everywhere.

Rosa also moved; she laughed and jumped down the steps, grabbing two bundles of dollars and weighing them in her hand.

"Awesome! This is the Chen Yuan I know!"

Natasha and Viper looked at each other; the coldness in their eyes was actually melted away quite a bit by this stench of copper at this moment.

They didn't hold back either.

Each grabbed a handbag and started "mining" on that golden mountain.

Ada was relatively calm.

She walked to Chen Yuan's side and pointed at Victor, who was still continuously taking out money.

"Boss, if you do this, you will spoil them."

"It's better if they're spoiled."

Chen Yuan turned his head and gently lifted Ada's chin.

"Spoiled women are more flavorful, aren't they?"

In the lobby.

The originally aloof, elegant, and cold female agents and assassins now had no image left.

They rolled around in the mountain of money.

They tossed bundles of dollars into the air, enjoying the feeling of the rain of money falling down.

This extreme, naked extravagance pushed everyone's adrenaline to the limit.

Just as the women were "fighting" over a bundle of dollars that had fallen in the corner, and even starting to tear at each other's clothes.

Chen Yuan was laughing heartily.

He enjoyed this pleasure of controlling human nature.

This kind of.

The pleasure of trampling the dignity of the whole world under his feet.

However.

His private mobile phone, placed in his suit pocket, suddenly vibrated.

Chen Yuan's smile slightly retracted.

Only a very few people knew this number.

He took out his phone.

The caller ID location was: China, Jinghai.

That place.

The place where he had already blocked countless Chen family numbers.

This time, it was actually a special frequency band with hidden caller information.

Chen Yuan hesitated for a moment and pressed the answer button.

He didn't speak.

He just listened quietly.

Because the women on the dance floor were still screaming and laughing, and the surrounding music was still noisy.

Chen Yuan had to cover his other ear and walk to the sheltered part of the balcony.

"Hello."

His voice was very cold, carrying a hint of displeasure at having his fun interrupted.

On the other end of the phone, there was first a long silence.

Only.

Weak, slightly hurried breathing.

After a long while.

A crisp female voice, yet carrying an irrepressible sob and grievance, came through softly.

"Brother... is that you?"

The hand Chen Yuan used to hold the phone.

Trembled violently for a moment.

In his mind, that cold world which had never wavered even in a hail of bullets, actually developed a tiny crack.

It was Nuo Nuo.

His only younger sister.

The little girl who, in that cold courtyard of the Chen family, was the only one who would secretly slip him candy.

"Brother... have you abandoned me?"

The voice on the other end of the phone already carried a clear sobbing tone.

"I begged Uncle for a long time... before I managed to steal this satellite phone."

"They say you've become a murderous demon king... they say you're going to destroy the Chen family..."

"Brother, tell me, this isn't true, right?"

Chen Yuan was silent.

He looked at the pitch-black horizon in the distance, his eyes becoming extremely complex.

"Brother... I'm so scared."

Chen Nuo's voice grew smaller and smaller, revealing a sense of near-desperate helplessness.

"Grandpa still hasn't woken up... they are arguing every day... that bad woman Zhao Ya, she even wants to send me on a blind date, and the other party is that fifty-year-old Fatty Wang..."

"Brother... will you save me, please?"

Chen Yuan gripped the phone tightly.

Due to the excessive force, the casing even made a slight creaking sound.

He closed his eyes.

The memories of Jinghai that he had originally suppressed were like a flooding torrent, instantly destroying his line of rational defense.

He could not care about those humiliations.

He could write off those betrayals.

But Nuo Nuo.

That was the last bit of... humanity left in this body.

"Brother?"

Seeing that Chen Yuan didn't speak, Chen Nuo sobbed in despair on the other end of the phone.

"Are you listening?"

Chen Yuan opened his eyes.

In that instant, the struggle in his eyes disappeared.

Replacing it.

Was that kind of destructive coldness capable of freezing the entire San Verde.

He spoke into the microphone, his voice so steady it was terrifying:

"Nuo Nuo, don't be afraid."

He paused, his tone extremely gentle.

"Stay at home and don't run around."

"Brother will come to pick you up."

Chen Nuo on the other end of the phone was stunned, then let out a cry of surprise and joy.

"Really?"

"Really."

Chen Yuan hung up the phone.

He stood on the balcony.

The night wind messed up his hair, but it couldn't blow away the ferocity on his body.

He turned his head.

Looking at the group of women in the lobby who were still cheering and jumping in the mountain of money.

He looked at the green all over the floor.

"Victor."

Chen Yuan's voice was not loud, but it pierced through all the noise.

Victor immediately stopped what he was doing and scrambled up.

"Boss, what are your orders?"

Chen Yuan looked at him, his eyes like knives.

"Notify Zola."

"And the Tyrant Guard."

He straightened his collar, which had been messed up by the wind, his eyes piercing straight to the East.

"Prepare."

"We are going back to the country."

Victor was stunned.

"Go back to the country? To Jinghai?"

Chen Yuan ignored his question and looked at Ada Wong to the side.

"Boss, the situation over there..."

Ada Wong was a bit worried.

Chen Yuan sneered.

He walked to the railing and looked down at the entire city.

"Since they think I am a demon."

"Then I will let them see."

"When the demon returns home..."

Chen Yuan's voice echoed at the top of the building.

"The whole city must kneel."