Manipulative Harem God-Chapter 532: Assets reach Hundreds of Billion! Supreme Overlord of Qingyun City!

Splash...

Splash...

The waves lapped gently against the cargo ship as it tore through the water with ease, the sharp sunlight reflecting off the ocean's surface like shards of glass.

Zhang Wei stood at the edge, gazing toward the horizon with a calm that contrasted the bloodshed from the day before.

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The ship was headed toward Xianghui, where they'd soon dock.

He had left the captain alive, for now—there was no need for more unnecessary deaths.

Besides, there was still business to attend to.

Zhang Wei thought ahead to the evening, where an auction organized by the Martial Arts Society awaited him. It had been on his mind for a while: he was lacking in cultivation equipment. "I'll spend what's necessary," he muttered to himself, his eyes narrowing with determination. "Anything that interests me will be mine."

Despite the carnage of the previous day, Zhang Wei had taken precautions to keep the chaos in check.

He had asked Leng Mei to intervene and ensure things didn't spiral out of control.

There was no need for a mindless massacre; he preferred precision.

The Song family and the Red Scorpion gang were now history, their assets soon to be divided. A significant portion would go to Long Feng Group, Zhang Wei's enterprise. With their combined wealth and power, the group's influence would soar, pushing their network from tens of billions to nearly a hundred billion.

A calculated smile tugged at the corner of Zhang Wei's mouth. "This would be enough for a while..."

The Wang family and Liu family, meanwhile, had been wise enough to steer clear, choosing to relinquish their claims on any properties.

"Trying to stay on my good side," Zhang Wei thought, amused.

It didn't bother him—they had been helpful, and for now, that was enough.

His thoughts drifted to Zhao Hongyan. She had been furious, and for good reason. Sun Qing, the wife of Song Hao, had been captured and forced to reveal the dark secret.

The Song family had got a powerful warrior in exchange for colliding with the Zhao family in captial, trading Zhao Hongyan's future as part of their scheme.

It wasn't just betrayal; it was a carefully orchestrated plot to sever Zhao Hongyan from her own family in the capital.

Someone within the Zhao family itself had plotted to get rid of her, paying the Song family handsomely to ensure her downfall.

This was why Song Pojun, arrogant as he was, dared to mistreat her and her daughter.

The realization of such treachery had sent Zhao Hongyan on a warpath, determined to return to the capital and uncover the face of the one who dared to plot against her.

Song Pojun was still breathing for now, protected by his status as mayor, but Zhang Wei knew his days were numbered.

"He'll meet his end soon enough," Zhang Wei mused, his thoughts as cold and ruthless, "I'll find the perfect moment to send him to Yama as well..."

With the truth now in the open, Zhao Hongyan had expressed her heartfelt gratitude to Zhang Wei.

Without him, she might have never discovered the traitors lurking within her own family.

"You've done more for me than I could have ever expected," she had said, her voice filled with a mixture of relief and fury at the betrayal she'd uncovered.

The Liu Patriarch had also offered his thanks, his tone light-hearted as he spoke. "You should come by and visit my daughters," he joked, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Maybe once Ling'er proves herself worthy, you could marry her."

Zhang Wei could only shake his head in response, amused by the old man's teasing.

He remembered Liu Ling'er, the young girl who seemed to yell in protest as his name was mentioned. "I'll never marry you! You're a scoundrel who takes advantage of girls!" she scremed, her face flushed with indignation.

But Zhang Wei knew better—beneath her innocent exterior was a girl far more mischievous than she let on.

She might play the innocent, but once her true nature was aroused, she was anything but innocent.

Then there was Wang Li, who had contacted him privately, offering a subtle invitation for tea.

Her words had been laced with ambiguity, leaving much to the imagination.

Zhang Wei knew what was behind her invitation, and it amused him.

If Wang Haoran, her brother, knew not only his crush but also his sister was in Zhang Wei's bed, the poor boy would likely strangle himself with the nearest fan cord.

But Zhang Wei had postponed all of that for now.

There were more pressing matters to attend to. Carrying Rose in his arms, he moved steadily toward Xianghui. Her condition needed attention, and he wasn't about to let anything distract him.

Tang Lifen and that Chu girl had both been constantly texting him, asking when he would return.

They were becoming impatient, but Zhang Wei had larger concerns on his mind.

The Eternal Void Society had declared him their target, and that left no room for half-measures or negotiations.

"It's either them or me," Zhang Wei thought, his resolve hardening. His eyes narrowed with a deadly focus. "I'll rip them apart from the roots, no matter how powerful they claim to be."

At that moment, Rose began to stir, her long eyelashes flickering as if waking from a deep slumber.

She lay on the soft bed inside the ship's console, her face still pale but showing signs of life.

The gentle sway of the ship barely disturbed her, though her breathing quickened as she slowly regained consciousness.

Zhang Wei glanced over at her, his sharp gaze softening slightly as he watched her stir.

He had been waiting for her to wake, knowing that the strain of the last battle had taken its toll on her.

Her resilience had impressed him.

The ship's captain, sitting stiffly at the helm, glanced nervously at them both. His knuckles were white on the wheel, and a cold sweat ran down his back.

He had been steering the ship with rigid concentration, still haunted by the events.

The bloodshed still in his mind, and the fear of Zhang Wei's wrath kept him in line. "Just get to Xianghui safely," he muttered to himself under his breath, as though it were a mantra.

Rose's eyelids fluttered open fully, her golden eyes dim but still holding that ethereal glow.

She blinked a few times, her gaze finding Zhang Wei, who stood nearby, his back to her as he watched the horizon. "Boss...?" Her voice was weak, barely more than a whisper.

Zhang Wei turned, his eyes meeting hers. "You're awake," he said, his tone steady, though there was a hint of relief hidden beneath his usual calm exterior.

Rose tried to push herself up, but her body felt heavy, her limbs sluggish. "I... I'm sorry. I—"

"Save your strength," Zhang Wei interrupted, his voice firm but not unkind. "You did well. There's no need for apologies."

Her gaze softened, though her eyes still held the guilt of not being able to do more. "But... I couldn't... I—"