Tong Hua’s expression had none of her usual playfulness or liveliness. Instead, it was filled with a kind of sorrowful cruelty. “He can’t leave, Ji Jue. He can no longer leave.”

She handed her phone over to Ji Jue. The screen lit up, showing the latest news.

“Just now, Chen Xingzhou’s lawyer fell from a building and died. The safe was broken into, and Chen Xingzhou’s will was found.” Tong Hua sighed. “If Chen Xingzhou dies, then all his assets in Everline Bank, more than four billion in funds and shares in eleven listed companies, will all be handed over to his only relative, Chen Yubo. The will has been notarized by Everline Bank. Even if the sky collapses, that money will definitely be delivered into his hands.”

Ji Jue stared blankly, only feeling a chill crawl up his scalp. He turned stiffly to look at Chen Yubo.

“In other words…”

Now, sitting right next to him was the number-one Tang Monk meat[1] everyone in all of Cliff City—no, in all of Haizhou—would drool over.

A person with absolutely no ability to protect himself had suddenly inherited a massive fortune. No, even before Chen Xingzhou’s death, merely having the qualification to inherit this fortune was enough to make him the target of everyone’s greed or the center of the storm.

If he stayed in Cliff City, there...