After divorcing my celebrity wife, I became the world's richest person

At noon, the foot traffic in the restaurant peaked, all seats were occupied, and there wasn't even standing room.

The restaurant was understaffed, so Chen Yu and Tong Ya had no choice but to lend a hand.

Just then, a sleazy-looking man holding an invitation card skulked into the restaurant.

"Who's the boss here?"

Chen Yu frowned, "I am!"

The man sized up Chen Yu and handed him the invitation.

"Our boss wants to invite you for a meal, come with us now."

With this tone and this attitude, it was obvious that the visitor had ill intentions.

Tong Ya quickly ran over, about to speak, but Chen Yu stopped her.

"May I know who your boss is?"

The man arrogantly said, "You'll find out once you get there, hurry up now. It's an honor for our boss to invite you for a meal, and if you're late, you'll bear the consequences!"

Without saying much, Chen Yu changed his clothes and followed the guy straight out the door.

But after just two steps, the guy led Chen Yu into the elevator of the adjacent building, heading straight for the third sub-level.

The foundation of this building was very deep, with a total of six underground levels.

The bottom three levels were used as a parking garage, and the top three levels were an entertainment complex.

After what felt like an eternity, they finally arrived at a fairly well-decorated room. A fat man with a big face was holding a remote control and lounging on the sofa, incessantly flipping channels.

Dressed in shorts and a tank top, his shirt crept up, exposing a flabby, greasy, and snow-white belly.

Upon seeing this man, Chen Yu felt a wave of disgust as the man lay there like a half-dead wastrel.

He even had the urge to rush forward and kill the man.

The man appeared disdainful, giving Chen Yu a sidelong glance without moving an inch.

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Chen Yu wasn't one to indulge him; he sat down and picked up a cup of wine from the table.

"Yes, it's me. What advice do you have?"

The fat man suddenly sat up, his greasy facial flesh trembling.

"Boy, do you know where you are? Daring to be so arrogant in front of me, do you believe I can make sure you never leave this place?"

A murderous look flashed in Chen Yu's eyes. He had never seen someone so shamelessly brazen—calling him over for no reason and acting so arrogant.

In his eyes, the fat man was already a dead man.

"You can try!"

The fat man snorted coldly, as if no one had ever dared to speak to him like this.

He tossed aside the remote control and grabbed a nearby wine bottle, walking towards Chen Yu.

But before he could make a move, Chen Yu's body flashed behind him like lightning, striking him hard on the spine.

The crisp sound of bones cracking and a pitiful scream echoed instantly in the room, and several bodyguards, seeing this, quickly pulled out their carry-on machetes and rushed forward.

As they charged, a blue-white light suddenly erupted from Chen Yu, and before they could react, they collapsed to the ground as if electrified.

Ling Ling had by that time already appeared on Chen Yu's shoulder.

["I've already activated the autonomous defense system; they've all been stunned and won't be waking up for a few days."]

Chen Yu simply nodded his head and flipped the fat man over, grabbing his throat with one hand.

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The fat man's breathing immediately became rapid. He hadn't expected Chen Yu to be so formidable, and now his body was as limp as mud, lying on the coffee table without the ability to move.

"Around here, I call the shots. Every new shop has to report to me, and each month they must pay me a fixed fee..."

At this point, Chen Yu understood what the fat man did for a living. He never imagined that in broad daylight, someone would be extorting protection fees here.

After slightly adjusting his breathing, Chen Yu suddenly exerted force, dislocating all the bones in the fat man's body.

This wasn't simply dismantling his skeleton, but breaking the bones and then inserting them back into the surrounding flesh.

In other words, this guy would never be able to stand up again for the rest of his life.

Having done all this, Chen Yu immediately dialed the relevant department's number.

After all, this was the Imperial Capital, and the Tong Family had certain connections with the relevant departments here.

No matter what kind of backing this fat man had, it was of no avail.

Soon after, a large number of personnel arrived at the scene, confiscated everything in the room, and took away both the fat man and his minions.

However, Chen Yu still had to stay a while longer to cooperate with the authorities and provide a statement.

By the time all the inspections were complete, it was already evening, and it seemed the fat man was also involved in other cases.

Chen Yu didn't concern himself with those details and left the place.

But when he appeared outside, everyone looked at him as if he were a savior, all kneeling on the ground, knocking their heads repeatedly.

Chen Yu was taken aback and hurried forward, trying to help these people up, only to find an older woman clinging to the ground, refusing to get up.

"Mr. Chen, we've all heard about what you did. You took care of Liu Pàngzi, and now our businesses will be able to thrive."

Chen Yu's mouth fell open in shock; he hadn't expected the fat man to have been so powerful and oppressive in this area.

At this moment, the street outside the building was packed with local vendors, occupying every inch of space—a truly impressive sight, even the authorities sent to investigate the case were taken aback.

Chen Yu felt somewhat helpless; to him, the recent events were just a minor incident—Liu Pàngzi, no matter how formidable, was nothing more than a pest in his eyes.

"Everyone, please get up. Gathering here for no reason will cause traffic congestion!"

With a resigned excuse, Chen Yu made his way through the crowd and hurried off.

Just then, a person from the relevant department rushed into Chen Yu's shop.

"Mr. Chen, I've heard you're skilled at drawing, could you help us with a few sketches?"

Chen Yu frowned. This member of the relevant department seemed familiar.

After careful recollection, it suddenly struck him that this person had been an intern in Suzhou City.

"You're Wu Qingfan, right?"

Wu Qingfan nodded repeatedly: "I didn't expect Mr. Chen would still remember me!"

After exchanging a few words, Wu Qingfan pulled out several extremely blurred photos.

These photos appeared to have been deliberately destroyed, with the images already scratched off, making recovery difficult.

Only a professional drawing restorer could redraw them to reveal the contents anew.