When Xiao Chen saw the four burly men, the corner of his mouth twisted into a smirk!
These were his ultimate trump cards, the very foundation of his arrogance and confidence.
‘Ten,’ ‘Thousand,’ ‘General,’ ‘Soldier’—
All four were supreme grandmasters at the peak of their power!
Yes, every single one of them was a legendary Heavenly Might Grandmaster at the pinnacle of strength.
To put it into perspective, Xiao Chen himself was only a half-step grandmaster, yet he commanded four such loyal subordinates!
Why?
Because of his most powerful cheat—the Indestructible Golden Body!
Once, he had stumbled into a hidden realm and obtained a mysterious golden scroll, inheriting the Indestructible Golden Body technique. These four peak-level Heavenly Might Grandmaster puppets were bonus guardians bestowed upon him.
‘Ten,’ ‘Thousand,’ ‘General,’ ‘Soldier’ had saved his life countless times.
Xiao Chen glanced at one of his men. "I want all 1,000 mercenaries from the War God Hall and every available member of the Dragon King’s Court mobilized and brought back to Dragon Country."
The moment he said this, his subordinate nearly lost it.
"Dragon King, that’s impossible! Combined, that’s nearly 100,000 people. Dragon Country would never allow them in..."
Xiao Chen tilted his head. "Oh? Can’t handle it?"
His men were dumbfounded. They hadn’t realized their Dragon King could be this ridiculous. Had three years as a live-in son-in-law in Dragon Country fried his brain?
Marching 100,000 troops into Dragon Country? Are you joking?
Do you think Dragon Country is a joke? They’d be arrested before even crossing the border!
Imagine 100,000 soldiers all ending up in Dragon Country’s prisons, sewing clothes on machines—who would they even complain to?
"Dragon King, I’m not exaggerating. Forget 100,000 troops—even these four beside you wouldn’t get past immigration without visas!"
Xiao Chen frowned. That was indeed a problem.
Having 100,000 men but not being able to bring them into Dragon Country—how was he supposed to show off then?
As for ‘Ten,’ ‘Thousand,’ ‘General,’ ‘Soldier’?
Peak Heavenly Might Grandmasters could swim across the Atlantic if needed. Sneaking in wouldn’t be an issue.
"Fine, I’ll just take these four then. But I’m short on cash right now. Where’s Tiaozao? Tell him to transfer me a billion first."
Silence fell once again.
"What’s going on? I haven’t been able to reach Tiaozao lately. Has anyone seen him?"
"Ahem... Dragon King, Tiaozao... Tiaozao has... betrayed the organization!" Long Lin dropped to his knees, even tearing up.
"What? Betrayed us?"
"Yes! Not long ago, he abused his position to embezzle all our funds—74 billion in six transfers!"
"The Dragon King’s Court members haven’t been paid. The assassins from the Asura Division are threatening to disband, and the mercenaries from the War God Hall... can barely afford bullets anymore."
Xiao Chen exploded with rage.
"Why didn’t you tell me this sooner?!"
Another subordinate, ‘Long Gen,’ explained, "Dragon King, you said on the phone not to bother you with trivial matters."
Truly, where there was a ‘Sleeping Dragon,’ there was bound to be a ‘Young Phoenix.’
"Trivial?! My three major organizations are on the verge of collapse!"
Xiao Chen was so furious he could vomit blood, but he had no choice but to swallow his anger.
"Issue the Dragon King’s Decree immediately. I want Tiaozao hunted down globally. He’ll learn the price of betrayal!"
The moment he finished speaking, his men began rubbing their hands nervously.
"Dragon King... do you have any money left? Tiaozao took everything. If we don’t pay the men soon, they’ll revolt."
Xiao Chen was livid.
"Do I look like I have money?!"
"Dragon King, isn’t your wife filthy rich? Maybe..."
"Don’t even think about it! Ningxue’s money is off-limits! A real man doesn’t beg his woman for cash—how disgraceful!"
Xiao Chen glared. Ji Ningxue was his bottom line.
"Come on, Dragon King, it’s just borrowing! We’ll pay her back! Besides, didn’t you lend her over a billion before? What’s a little money between husband and wife?"
That remark stabbed straight into Xiao Chen’s heart.
His billion... gone forever.
Just thinking about it made him want to cry.
Clearly, his men had no idea Xiao Chen was nothing but a worthless live-in son-in-law in the Ji family.
"Ahem... I’ll discuss it with Ningxue when I return to Dragon Country. Given our relationship... a few hundred million shouldn’t be a problem."
"A few hundred million? Dragon King, that’s not enough! Our security teams worldwide—over 100,000 men—haven’t been paid in a month. We need at least two billion!"
"Two billion?!" Xiao Chen paled.
He knew the Ji Group well. They could scrape together a few hundred million in liquidity, but two billion was impossible at once.
"Wait!" Another subordinate suddenly spoke up.
"Dragon King, didn’t you recently reunite with your father—the richest man in Dragon Country? Maybe... borrow from him?"
Xiao Chen froze. If not for the reminder, he’d almost forgotten he had a billionaire father now.
But the thought of that man’s disgusting face made Xiao Chen’s expression twist in disgust.
"I’ll handle the organization’s issues. I am the Dragon King!"
And with that one line, he silenced them all.
...
Tiaozao—what’s a flea if it doesn’t jump ship?
His betrayal was absolute, and he’d screwed Xiao Chen over spectacularly as a tribute to Jiang Che.
As for where the 72 billion he’d embezzled went?
It certainly didn’t end up in Jiang Che’s pockets—though Yuanche Pharmaceutical’s market value did mysteriously rise by 5% overnight.
This wasn’t just stock hype—it was cold, hard cash.
A true villain squeezes every last drop from the protagonist’s luck.
Your wife? Taken. Your money? Confiscated. And now, Jiang Che had his sights set on those 100,000 soldiers.
100,000 men—perfect for sending to Myanmar to tighten screws or form loan-sharking teams!
Poor Xiao Chen still had no idea someone was pulling the strings behind his downfall.
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u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
