Chapter 152: “Angel Round Investment” or “Hostile Acquisition”?

That sentence, “Plan B”, carried an icy sense of judgment as it echoed through the deathly silent starry sky, like an invisible heavy hammer smashing viciously into the hearts of every star pirate.

The one remaining eye of One-Eyed Dragon was instantly burned crimson by rage.

He had rampaged through the Black Wind Domain for three hundred years. The blood on his hands could form a river of stars, and the bones beneath his feet could pile into mountains. When had anyone ever dared point at his nose and lecture him like this?

Business model? One-time plunder? Red ocean business?

He could not understand a single word of those terms, but he could clearly understand the contempt in that young man’s words—the kind of disdain that looked at them as if they were a bunch of uncivilized savages.

“Your damn business model!”

One-Eyed Dragon’s fury finally overwhelmed his reason. His face, covered in bulging flesh, twisted to the extreme as he let out a roar that shook stardust.

“I choose your damn Plan B! Fire! Send this bunch of pretty-faced punks, all of them, straight to the afterlife!”

“All flying boats! Focus fire! Blow that broken ship into cosmic slag for me!”

With a single order, spiritual light exploded across the hundreds of ferocious-looking flying boats of Black Wind Stronghold!

One spiritual energy cannon after another, each with a different design, began charging. The pitch-black muzzles flickered with multicolored light as violent and chaotic energy fluctuations intertwined, like a pack of completely enraged beasts baring their deadliest fangs.

A one-sided beating with no suspense seemed about to begin.

Inside the cabin of Ascension No. 1, Zhang Daniu was sweating profusely, his hands and feet at a complete loss.

“President! We can’t wait any longer! If we wait any more, their firepower will be here!”

Chu Feng did not even raise his eyelids. He merely cast a faint glance at One-Eyed Dragon on the light screen, whose facial features had shifted out of place from anger.

“You see, this is a classic ‘startup team’ problem.”

He said this unhurriedly to Zhao Wuji beside him, like a teacher commenting on homework in a classroom.

“The founder is overly emotional, personal will overrides collective interests, there’s a lack of long-term strategic vision, and he’s used to solving problems with violence instead of using his brain.”

Upon hearing this, Zhao Wuji’s eyes lit up. He excitedly scribbled furiously in his small notebook, muttering nonstop.

“Negative example! Failure case analysis of One-Eyed Dragon! Emotionalism is the greatest enemy of corporate development! Words of gold and jade, President! This is the Heaven’s Dao!”

Just as Black Wind Stronghold’s first round of focused fire was about to finish charging, Chu Feng finally extended a finger and lightly tapped the armrest.

It was not the red button that represented destruction.

But the blue button beside it, representing “precision elimination”.

“Buzz—”

It was still that deathly silent gray beam of light, launched later yet arriving first!

It did not shoot toward One-Eyed Dragon’s most ostentatious and conspicuous skull-shaped flagship. Instead, at an inconceivably tricky angle, it traced an almost imperceptible arc and instantly crossed several thousand meters.

Its target was a flying boat shaped like a venomous scorpion, following slightly behind and to the side of One-Eyed Dragon’s flagship, its arrogance no less blatant.

That was the seat of Black Wind Stronghold’s second-in-command, “Smiling Tiger”!

At that moment, Smiling Tiger was grinning viciously, personally operating the main cannon of his flying boat, preparing to give that overly gorgeous “fat sheep” a brutal blow.

Then, he saw the gray beam.

That light had no temperature, no sound, and not the slightest fluctuation of spiritual power.

It was as if… as if a god had lightly wiped a single mark across the painting of heaven and earth with a rag.

The vicious grin on Smiling Tiger’s face froze.

He watched with his own eyes as the gray beam spread from his scorpion-tail main cannon, across the hull, and down to the deck beneath his feet.

There was no explosion, no wailing, no struggle.

The entire hundred-meter-long venomous scorpion flying boat, along with the nearly hundred formidable star pirates aboard it, was, under everyone’s gaze, simply… erased from this world.

Not blown into fragments, not reduced to ashes, but truly and completely disassembled at the material level, vanishing without a trace, as if it had never existed at all.

In the starry sky, only a massive void of absolute nothingness remained, one that even light could not fill.

Time seemed to have had its pause button pressed at that instant.

On the hundreds of flying boats of Black Wind Stronghold, all the spiritual energy cannons that were about to fire instantly dimmed.

Every star pirate froze in place.

They stood there with mouths agape, eyeballs bulging as if they were about to pop out of their sockets, their faces filled with shock and terror beyond the power of words to describe.

One-Eyed Dragon’s intact eye widened even more than a bronze bell. He could clearly feel a bone-chilling cold surge from his tailbone straight up to the crown of his head, nearly freezing all the blood in his body solid.

Dead silence.

This lawless land of the Black Wind Domain, which had been noisy for thousands of years, fell into such a long and suffocating silence for the very first time.

At that moment, Chu Feng’s voice-over, tinged with a hint of regret, sounded once more beside everyone’s ears like a devil’s whisper:

“You see, this is a classic case of ‘internal team friction’ and ‘non-performing assets’.”

“In any team, there are always one or two troublemakers—low in ability, high in ambition, and always wanting to challenge the CEO’s authority.”

“Keeping such people only affects team cohesion and execution. They are stumbling blocks to development.”

Chu Feng paused, as if savoring the looks of sheer terror on everyone’s faces.

“Now, we have already helped your company, free of charge, complete the first step of ‘asset optimization’ and a ‘layoff plan’.”

“One-Eyed Dragon,”

Chu Feng’s tone grew a little impatient,

“my time is very valuable. Please make your final decision as soon as possible.”

“Will you accept my ‘Angel Round Investment’, or… shall I continue helping you carry out ‘deep layoffs’?”

As his words fell, One-Eyed Dragon discovered in horror that the few mountain chiefs beside him, whose strength was second only to him and Smiling Tiger, were already looking at him differently.

In their eyes, there was no longer the fear and obedience of the past, but an added trace of… something hard to describe.

There was fear, there was hesitation, but even more than that, there was scrutiny, a weighing of options.

His heart sank violently.

It was over!

That single shot had not only taken out his most capable second-in-command, but had also shattered his absolute authority as stronghold lord!

That single shot had shattered the heart of Black Wind Stronghold!

This young man was a devil!

A devil ten thousand times more terrifying than all the old demons of the Black Wind Domain combined!

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