31: Chapter 31 My dog, you think you can hit him?

Snap!

The terror in Chiba Rin's eyes froze instantly, her head lolling weakly to one side.

Even in death, she didn't understand why, after she had shown submission to this man, he still killed her.

Lin Yuan loosened his fingers.

The corpse fell onto the carpet with a dull thud.

He didn't look at the Chiba Rin on the floor but looked down to examine his own hands.

Muscle density, strength feedback, the sensitivity of his nerve endings—there was no degradation at all.

[Host: Lin Yuan]

[Physique: 26]

[Spirit: 32]

The attribute bonuses were still there!

The target's death did not affect the attributes already obtained.

"Lu Yan." Lin Yuan called out toward the door.

Lu Yan pushed the door open and entered. Seeing the corpse on the floor, his eyes showed no fluctuation.

"Clean this up." Lin Yuan pulled out a tissue to wipe his hands and tossed it onto Chiba Rin's corpse.

"Understood."

...

Midnight.

A george patton with a leaking windshield drove into the Rose Garden Residential Area.

Lin Yuan keenly noticed that the lax security guards who used to doze off in the guard room were gone.

Replacing them were several burly men with sharp eyes.

Seeing Lin Yuan's car, the lead security captain immediately stood straight and saluted.

This was clearly not the doing of the property management.

Fat Dragon.

In just one day, he had replaced the security at Rose Garden with his own people.

This loyal dog was more eager than he had imagined.

He pushed open the door to 1201.

A dim, yellowish wall lamp was left on in the living room.

Su Xiaonuan stood up from the sofa, wearing a thin pink silk nightgown.

She hurried over to greet him and took Lin Yuan's coat.

When her fingertips touched the dark red stains on the fabric, she paused for half a second.

Then, she carefully folded the coat and placed it on the entryway table, with the stains facing inward.

"Where is Qin Yumo?" Lin Yuan asked casually.

"Ms. Qin has already gone to sleep. Today, she helped the people sent by Fat Dragon to inspect all the security blind spots in the entire building."

Su Xiaonuan reported softly while taking out a new coat to hang on the rack.

"How much available capital is in the account right now?" Lin Yuan walked to the sofa and sat down.

Su Xiaonuan immediately entered "Head Housekeeper" mode, ran back to the coffee table, and picked up a tablet:

"Excluding the funds reserved for the second phase of the Tiangong No. 1 project and the procurement budget for subsequent supplies, the capital currently available to be used is 230 million."

Lin Yuan leaned back on the sofa and said: "Add ten times leverage and go all-in on Middle Eastern crude oil futures. Go long."

Su Xiaonuan's fingers tapping on the screen paused.

Ten times leverage!

In the two years she spent as a secretary at Xinghui Group, she had seen with her own eyes positions worth millions in the futures department vanish overnight.

If the direction was wrong, as long as the crude oil price fluctuated downward by a few points, the position would be liquidated instantly!

But Su Xiaonuan's breathing only stalled for a second; she didn't even ask, "Are you sure?"

Her fingers operated rapidly on the tablet.

Even if President Lin asked her to throw all the money into the sea right now, she would unhesitatingly charter a cruise ship, just to make it more comfortable for President Lin to throw the money.

...

The next morning.

The sky over Jiangcheng was still gloomy. The rain had stopped, but the sour, rotten smell was stronger.

On the living room TV, an international news flash was urgently broadcast.

"According to the latest news from this station, a violent conflict broke out in the Middle East early this morning. An armed organization launched a surprise attack on important Persian facilities overnight, and the strait shipping lanes have now been completely blockaded..."

Su Xiaonuan stood in front of the TV holding two cups of coffee, and the coffee almost spilled.

She hurriedly put down the coffee cups and grabbed the tablet to open the account.

The screen was full of glaring red!

With the support of ten times leverage, following the K-line chart of the crude oil futures shooting straight up, the profit figures were jumping wildly at a rate of a million per second!

Su Xiaonuan's fingertips holding the tablet were trembling, but the corners of her mouth couldn't stop curling up.

She turned to look at Lin Yuan, who was eating breakfast at the dining table.

This man was a god!

[Ding! Target Su Xiaonuan (Charm 87), Favorability +5%! Current Favorability: 82%!]

Lin Yuan's phone on the table vibrated.

It was a WeChat message from Jiang Xiaowan: [What kind of monster are you exactly?! My dad looked at me today like he was looking at God!]

[Ding! Target Jiang Xiaowan (Charm 92), Favorability +5%, Current Favorability: -2%!]

Lin Yuan took the coffee and took a sip, his expression completely calm, and said to Su Xiaonuan: "Close the position in 48 hours. Transfer the funds back to domestic accounts in batches."

Su Xiaonuan neatly set the reminder on the tablet.

Lin Yuan put down his cup, took out his phone, and dialed Old Ghost's number.

"That woman confessed; check Lu Feng's flight information."

Ten minutes later, a screenshot of an electronic ticket was sent to Lin Yuan's phone.

Lu Feng, tomorrow night at nine, landing at Jiangcheng International Airport.

Lin Yuan sneered.

Hearing the temptation of one billion, this green tea man really didn't even want his life anymore.

Lin Yuan casually sent this flight screenshot anonymously to Shen Qingyue.

Since Lu Feng was back, it was time for this pair of dogs who used to flaunt their power in front of him to tear each other apart.

"My people will come to you tomorrow to pick up another batch of goods; help me 'pick up' that Lu Feng at the airport."

...

Afternoon.

Jiangcheng Ston International School.

The bell rang for the end of the school day.

Lin Motong, carrying the new school bag Su Xiaonuan had bought her, walked through the hallway with her head down.

Although the clothes she wore were new, in this school for the rich and powerful, she still seemed out of place.

"Yo, isn't this the poor loser who relies on selling her body to pay the sponsorship fee?"

A rich second-generation boy wearing designer clothes and a Patek Philippe watch blocked her path.

Several followers around him immediately burst into laughter.

They had seen Wang Ya picking up Lin Motong at the school gate yesterday.

Wang Ya's mature, married-woman charm and domineering figure had ignited the fantasies of these adolescent boys.

The rich second-generation boy deliberately moved closer, "I heard from my dad that your mom is with a rich boss now? It makes sense, with that figure of hers..."

"Ask her if she can let me play with her too? Don't worry, I'll pay."

Lin Motong stopped.

She slowly raised her head.

"Say that again." Lin Motong's voice was extremely soft.

"I said your mom is a thousand-man ride..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Bang!

Lin Motong's small body suddenly erupted with terrifying explosive power, slamming her head hard into the rich second-generation boy's nose bridge!

Blood sprayed everywhere.

The rich second-generation boy screamed and fell to the ground.

Before he could react, Lin Motong had already pounced on him.

The rich second-generation boy's followers wanted to go up and help, but Lin Motong ignored them completely.

She grabbed a sharp-edged stone from the flower bed nearby and smashed it crazily against the boy's face!

"Ah! Help! A lunatic! Murder!"

The followers around were scared and fled in all directions.

It wasn't until several strong male teachers rushed over that they forcibly pulled away the blood-covered, demon-like Lin Motong.

Half an hour later.

The Dean's office.

When Wang Ya arrived, the rich second-generation boy's mother—a noblewoman covered in pearls and jewels—was pointing at Lin Motong's nose and cursing.

"You lowly bastard! How dare you hit my son! I will make you go to the juvenile detention center! I will ruin your life!"

Seeing Wang Ya enter, the noblewoman didn't say a word, stepped forward in her high heels, and rushed up.

Slap!

A slap landed hard on Wang Ya's face.

Wang Ya staggered from the blow, and half of her face instantly swelled up red.

"Mom!"

Lin Motong, who was being held tightly against the corner by two security guards, had blood-red eyes and was struggling frantically, opening her mouth to bite the security guard's arm.

"Tongtong! Don't move!"

Wang Ya couldn't care about the severe pain on her face; she pounced over and hugged her daughter tightly.

Her brain was racing.

Su Xiaonuan and Mr. Lin had both been busy with important matters for the past two days.

She knew her position too well.

An accessory exchanged for antibiotics.

Mr. Lin hadn't let her go to the master bedroom for the past two days either.

She must have done something wrong, offending him.

If she caused trouble for Mr. Lin because of her daughter fighting...

Could she call Mr. Lin for help?

No.

She dared not.

She had no right.

"I'm sorry... It's our child's fault. We will pay for all the medical expenses..."

Wang Ya lowered her head.

"Pay? Can you afford it, you rotten bitch?!"

The noblewoman sneered, grabbed a stack of cash from her Hermès bag, and smashed it hard onto Wang Ya's face.

"This counts as the money for slapping you! Your daughter can just wait to be expelled tomorrow!"

The pink banknotes scattered all over the floor.

Lin Motong looked at her mother's humble back, her fingernails digging deep into her flesh, piercing her palms.

Evening.

Rose Garden Apartment 1201.

The elevator door opened.

Wang Ya, holding Lin Motong's hand, walked into the hallway and stopped at the door for three seconds.

She wiped the remaining tears from the corners of her eyes with the back of her hand and deliberately let her hair down to cover the high, swollen left cheek.

Deep breath.

Push the door open.

"Sister Ya, why did it take so long to pick up Mo Tong? The pork rib soup in the kitchen is ready, give me a hand."

Su Xiaonuan, who was setting plates on the dining table, spoke up.

Wang Ya forced a smile and went to serve the pork rib soup.

Because of the severe pain on her face and the repression in her heart, her hands were trembling slightly.

Drip.

A few drops of boiling soup spilled onto the dining table.

Wang Ya hurriedly took a rag to wipe it: "I'm sorry, Mr. Lin, I will wipe it clean immediately..."

Lin Yuan sat at the head of the table.

He didn't look at the few drops of soup.

Instead, he turned his head and looked at Wang Ya.

"Look up."