Chapter Two: One Black Badge for One Fallen Genius

“No. But hurt him now and you receive nothing tomorrow. Keep him alive until noon, and I'll put ten percent of your claim first in line.” “Why should we believe you?” Yanqiu showed them her bank balance: 11.70 yuan. They roared with laughter. “I have eleven yuan and I'm still standing here discussing a thirty-million-yuan asset. You can bet that I'm insane, or ask why the Shen family needed to destroy me in public tonight.” The taller man's smile faded. Family gossip was not worth thirty million, but a disowned heir seeking an M&A adviser before dawn suggested she held something the Shens feared. “Tomorrow at noon,” he said. “After that, every finger costs a hundred thousand.”