270: This thing is terrifying!

However, Qin Zhan only said enough to make his point. After greeting them, he continued to listen to Zhong Huai's report.

Zhong Huai appeared lazy, but he was actually incredibly shrewd. In handling such matters, he would definitely consider things even more thoroughly than Qin Zhan himself.

Qin Zhan had only come over to make sure there were no surprises.

Besides... it wasn't easy to get Old Fourth to take on a responsibility; he was happy to see it happen!

"Handled very well."

Qin Zhan gave a faint evaluation.

Zhong Huai immediately let out a huge sigh of relief.

"Then... Boss, this inspection..."

"You continue."

Qin Zhan spat out those two words and said no more. He walked off to the side on his own, crossing his arms in a posture that said, "I'm just watching, not talking."

His meaning was clear.

You do it, you have full authority, and I'll back you up.

Zhong Huai's heart immediately settled.

He glanced at the deathly pale Director Wang, then at Old Shi who was shaking like a leaf, and finally, his gaze fell upon the storage ring Yan Xing had handed over.

Alright, no one was bothering them now.

Old Shi now only wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

He regretted it.

He truly regretted it.

He shouldn't have made such a big deal out of this, and he shouldn't have involved the people from the Abyss Domain and Fangs.

He had thought it would be a three-way power struggle where he could reap the benefits.

Now it seemed he was the biggest clown of them all.

He knew Zhong Huai; the man had connections that reached the heavens. He knew Qin Zhan even better; the man was the military's God of Slaughter.

Both of these men were being extremely respectful to that Young Man.

And he had actually used the potion inventory to threaten the guy on the bus?

As soon as Old Shi thought of this, he felt the world spinning and almost fainted on the spot.

Fortunately, it was lucky that Zhong Huai wanted to suppress the matter.

Otherwise, if a thorough investigation were really conducted, forget the Four Major Companies—his own old life would be forfeit.

Even though he had lived for a long time... he... he hadn't lived long enough!

Everyone present focused their attention on Zhong Huai's hand.

The members of Fangs were curious, and even the Customs agents who had just recovered craned their necks.

They all wanted to know what was hidden inside this ring that could set off the alarms at Customs Headquarters and cause such a massive stir.

Director Wang and Qin Zhan, however, didn't have much expectation.

In their view, this kid Zhong Huai's upcoming performance was nothing more than going through the motions.

No matter what was found, the end result would definitely be a simple "it's nothing, move along."

Still, they kept their eyes on Zhong Huai.

Zhong Huai cleared his throat, wearing a professional, business-like expression as his Spiritual Power slowly probed into that black storage ring.

Hmm?

His Spiritual Power swept through the ring's space; it was empty.

There was only a pile of... rings?

Zhong Huai's Spiritual Power paused slightly.

Immediately, he understood.

So it was this technique—rings within a ring, hiding the real goods inside sub-rings.

A bit interesting, but not by much.

In fact, this stacking method seemed somewhat crude to him.

A flicker of imperceptible self-satisfaction rose in Zhong Huai's heart.

He was even too lazy to take those sub-rings out to check them one by one.

Too low-level.

A true expert could penetrate the outer layer and probe the innermost contents directly without triggering any restrictions.

Today, he would show these hicks a thing or two.

Zhong Huai's Spiritual Power became more concentrated, like an invisible fine needle, deftly bypassing the simple barriers of the mother ring and piercing directly toward one of the sub-rings.

Penetration.

Then, his Spiritual Power perceived the scene inside.

It was packed full.

Nothing but top-tier potions.

Windwalkers Breath, Life Serum... stacked neatly without a single gap.

Zhong Huai curled his lip.

That's it?

He switched to another sub-ring and probed again.

Still packed full.

He switched to another.

And another.

Zhong Huai's movements froze.

He withdrew his playful attitude and began to take it seriously.

His Spiritual Power was no longer a single-point breakthrough but transformed into an invisible net, instantly covering the small mountain of sub-rings.

One, two, three... ten... a hundred... ten thousand... a hundred thousand... a million... His mental calculation speed was extremely fast. Almost instantly, a rough number appeared in his mind.

Fifty million.

Inside, there were roughly fifty million identical sub-rings.

And inside every single ring... Zhong Huai's Spiritual Power began a more detailed scan.

One hundred and six thousand.

Every sub-ring was filled with exactly one hundred and six thousand top-tier potions, no more, no less.

It wasn't intentional; it was just that filling the ring to capacity happened to reach that number.

He began to ponder.

What does this mean?

Fifty million times one hundred and six thousand... when an ordinary person thinks of this number, their brain would instantly crash because this order of magnitude has already exceeded the scope of daily cognition.

But Zhong Huai was no ordinary person.

He was an elite of Fangs and the 'Qilin Son' of the Zhong Family. His understanding of numbers, resources, and the operating rules of this world far exceeded that of ordinary people.

Therefore, he reacted almost immediately.

To what this number meant.

The slight smugness on his face froze instantly.

Then, it began to crack and peel away, inch by inch.

Zhong Huai had studied several warehouses of the Potion Company Alliance during the potion war a while back.

Twenty-six point five billion vials.

That was already an astronomical figure sufficient to crush any small or medium-sized power.

But here... fifty million times one hundred and six thousand... equals... five point three trillion.

Five point three trillion vials of top-tier potions!

That's twenty thousand times the inventory of Qingyun Pharmaceutical!

No... that's not right!

Zhong Huai's brain whirred frantically.

In Old Shi's inventory, most were actually low-grade and mid-grade potions—flawed rejects... top-tier potions were only a tiny minority.

But here, they were ALL top-tier potions!

If converted into value... this simply couldn't be converted!

Because when the quantity of an item reaches this level, its inherent value is no longer important.

What's important is that it's enough to destroy the very concept of "value" itself!

If this batch of potions flooded the market, the entire Alliance's potion price system would collapse instantly, and all potion companies would go bankrupt within a single day!

This was no longer commercial competition.

This was a civilization-level dimensional reduction strike!

Thump-thump.

Thump-thump.

Zhong Huai could clearly hear his own heartbeat, one after another, so heavy it made him breathless.

The color on his face was fading at a speed visible to the naked eye.

At some point, Qin Zhan had uncrossed his arms.

He looked at Zhong Huai.

The cynical smile on Zhong Huai's face had vanished without a trace.

In its place was a deathly pallor.

Moreover, that pallor seemed to keep deepening, turning from white paper to ash.

Qin Zhan's expression also became solemn.

What happened?

No one knew what kind of terrifying mental storm Zhong Huai had experienced in those few short seconds.

He thought of even more.

Productivity.

To produce such a massive sea of top-tier potions, how much raw material was needed? How many high-level pharmacists? How large a factory?

This was simply not a power that any one company, or even any one country, could possess.

This represented a miraculous level of productivity that transcended Blue Star's current civilization level!

The people... or rather, the force... possessing this power, what did they want to do?

If they wanted to do something, who could possibly stop them?

The more he thought, the more terrified he became.

Zhong Huai felt his limbs turning cold, a chill running from his spine all the way to the top of his head.

His body began to tremble uncontrollably.

"Old Fourth?"

Qin Zhan's voice came, carrying a hint of inquiry.

Zhong Huai did not respond.

All his focus was submerged in that suffocating ocean of fear built from astronomical figures.

Director Wang also sensed that something was wrong.

He saw Zhong Huai's face turn extremely ugly, and the fire of hope that had just been extinguished in his heart quietly sparked again.

Could it be... could there really be some contraband in the ring?

The kind of prohibited items that could blow a hole in the heavens?

Is that why Zhong Huai was scared like this?

Just then.

Zhong Huai's body jerked violently.

As if he had been burned, he withdrew his hand like a lightning bolt.

His movement was so broad that he even knocked over an instrument rack next to him.

"Clang—"

The ear-piercing sound of metal colliding rang out in the deathly silent park, causing everyone's heart to skip a beat.

Qin Zhan's brow had already twisted into a knot.

"Zhong Huai!"

He barked in a low voice.

Zhong Huai acted as if he hadn't heard.

He just stared fixedly at that ring, as if it weren't a ring, but an abyss slowly opening up that could devour the entire world.

Then, stiffly, inch by inch, he turned his head and looked at Qin Zhan.

This matter... this matter is huge!