91: Chapter 91: A bikini party is held, and all the city's celebrities are in attendance.
Chen Yuan slowly put down the encrypted phone.
In the final second before the screen went dark, it reflected his eyes, which were as cold as an ice cellar.
He had already blocked countless numbers from the Chen Family.
Only this one caused a crack to open in the mountain of ice in his heart that had never wavered.
"Brother, can you please save me?"
That weak and desperate sob still echoed in his ears, like tiny steel needles precisely piercing the most sensitive part of Chen Yuan's nerves.
"Zhao Ya."
Chen Yuan squeezed those two words through his teeth.
Because he was gripping it so hard, the red wine glass in his hand made a tooth-aching grinding sound.
Since you want to play, I'll play with you until the world falls apart.
"Boss?"
Sophia had been cheering while lying in a pile of money.
Noticing that Chen Yuan's aura was off, she immediately wiped the smile from her face and walked over cautiously.
She knew Chen Yuan too well.
This kind of silence was often the final suppression before a volcanic eruption.
"I'm in a bit of a bad mood."
Chen Yuan casually tossed the glass onto the expensive carpet.
The remaining wine spread out like a bloodstain.
"Spread the word; I'm going to host a party in this manor."
"Now? At three in the morning?"
Sophia was stunned for a moment, doubting she had heard correctly.
"Right now."
Chen Yuan turned his head, the ferocity in his eyes making Sophia instinctively take half a step back.
"I want every prominent person in the city to come."
"Even if they're sleeping in their mistress's bed, they have to crawl out for me."
"The theme?"
"Bikini."
Chen Yuan tugged at his collar, revealing an extremely dangerous smile.
"Since they think I'm a demon, I'll show them a revelry in hell."
"I want the whole world to know that I'm living very happily in San Verde."
Sophia didn't dare delay; she immediately took out her phone.
The power machinery of the Umbrella Corporation instantly began to operate frantically.
...
Two hours later.
San Verde's eastern suburbs, Elysium Manor.
This place had originally been a desolate valley, but now it was lit up like day by thousands of high-power searchlights.
The originally pitch-black night sky was dyed a psychedelic purple.
The manor's gates were wide open.
Luxury cars worth millions or tens of millions formed a long queue.
Those politicians who usually looked so dignified on TV, those financial giants who controlled multinational corporations.
At this moment, every one of them had dark circles under their eyes and faces full of fatigue, yet none dared to show any dissatisfaction.
They knew very well.
That man's invitation was the imperial decree of San Verde.
"Oh, God, this place is simply paradise."
A real estate tycoon from Texas stepped out of his Rolls-Royce and looked up at the magnificent white palace.
He couldn't help but exclaim in wonder.
In the infinity pool at the center of the manor, the water was steaming under the effect of the constant temperature system.
Countless expensive champagne buckets floated on the water's surface.
Hundreds of hot models wore skimpy diamond-studded bikinis.
They frolicked in the water like mermaids.
The air was filled with the scent of high-end cigars, top-tier perfume, and fresh caviar.
This was Chen Yuan's domain.
Every inch of land here, every tree, and even every breath of air bore the label of Umbrella.
"Where is Mr. Chen?"
The Mayor tugged at his tie, his expression somewhat uneasy.
He held an expensive congratulatory gift in his hand—Napoleon's Sword, which he had taken from his private collection.
"Over there."
Sophia pointed to the high platform across the pool.
She had already changed into a nearly transparent white lace bikini.
This outfit perfectly showcased her hot curves, full of Latin flair.
Her long, beautiful legs stepped in red-bottomed high heels, each step landing on the hearts of the men present.
On the high platform, Chen Yuan leaned back in a huge white leather sofa.
He had changed into a silk black bathrobe.
The collar was open, revealing a lean, strong chest, with muscle lines presenting a morbid beauty under the lights.
His left hand held a still-smoking Cuban cigar.
His right hand propped up his cheek as he looked down from above at this group of so-called "elites."
Behind him, Alice wore a slim-fitting black butler's uniform.
She was like a perfect statue, her gaze cold and sharp, following him like a shadow.
"Mr. Chen, welcome back."
The Mayor, along with several councilmen, walked onto the platform with fear and trepidation.
They bowed their backs, their posture humble to the core.
If the citizens of San Verde saw this scene, their jaws would likely drop in shock.
These high-ranking individuals who controlled law and power were now like retainers reporting to their sovereign.
"Sit."
Chen Yuan didn't even look up, just gave a faint wave of his hand.
"Since you're here, have a good time."
"This wine is good; it was just transported from the British Royal Family's wine cellar."
He pointed to the unopened bottles of vintage wine on the table.
"Thank you, Mr. Chen!"
The Mayor, as if receiving a precious treasure, quickly picked up a wine glass.
"I heard Mr. Chen was titled a Baron in the UK? This is simply the pride of our Texas!"
"Indeed! In the future, our San Verde will have to rely on Mr. Chen's guidance."
A group of people began to scramble to flatter him.
All sorts of sickening praise and flattery were poured out as if they cost nothing.
Chen Yuan listened to this nonsense, but in his heart, he was sneering.
This was human nature.
When you are weak, they are the boots stepping on your head.
When you are strong, they are the most submissive stepping stones under your feet.
"What? Didn't bring your family?"
Chen Yuan suddenly spoke.
His gaze landed on an energy giant worth tens of billions.
That giant's whole body shook, and cold sweat instantly broke out.
"I did! I did!"
He quickly beckoned, "Honey, come over and meet Mr. Chen!"
A sweet-looking socialite walked over somewhat uneasily.
She wore a sexy bikini, and under Chen Yuan's highly aggressive gaze, she didn't even dare to lift her head.
"Mr. Chen, this is my youngest daughter; she has always admired your style."
The energy giant flatteringly pushed his daughter forward.
The meaning was more than clear.
To save his family's business, he wouldn't hesitate even if it meant giving his own daughter to this demon.
Chen Yuan reached out and used his cold fingertips to tilt the girl's chin up.
The girl was trembling.
Chen Yuan could feel her racing heartbeat.
"Not bad looking."
Chen Yuan gave a light chuckle and casually took a miniature bottle of Beauty Pills from his robe, tossing it into the girl's arms.
"A reward for you."
When the energy giant saw that small bottle, his eyes turned red with excitement.
That was a Beauty Pill!
A single bottle could be sold for millions of dollars on the black market—it was a sacred object!
"Thank you, Mr. Chen! Thank you, Master Chen!"
He was so excited that he knelt directly on the ground and kowtowed.
The surrounding elites cast envious glances, wishing they could immediately go home and bring their own wives and daughters.
Chen Yuan leaned back onto the sofa again, his eyes becoming deep.
He enjoyed this feeling of being surrounded by people and worshipped like a god.
This sense of control, having the whole world under his feet.
This was true life.
Just then, Alice, who had been silent, moved.
She leaned down slightly, her smooth blonde hair falling near Chen Yuan's ear.
A faint scent, a mixture of the weak heat emitted by electronic components and floral fragrance, wafted over.
Chen Yuan's ear flickered.
"Boss."
Alice's voice was extremely low, audible only to the two of them.
"A few little mice have snuck into the crowd."
Chen Yuan didn't turn his head.
He still wore that lazy smile and even raised his glass to a female star below the platform who was blowing him a kiss.
"What's their background?"
"According to biological infrared detection, their heart rates are maintained at 45 beats per minute; this is the disguised state of professional agents."
Alice's gaze instantly locked onto several men in a corner of the pool who were pretending to strike up conversations.
"Furthermore, their breathing frequencies are very strange."
"Those are characteristics only found in people who have undergone long-term hypoxia training."
Alice paused for a moment, her voice becoming even colder.
"Boss."
"A few fellows with incorrect breathing frequencies have snuck in."}],