Chapter 138: The Last Lunch

"Boom—"

A pale bolt of lightning tore through the heavy, dark clouds on the horizon.

Thunder followed immediately, rumbling dully across the isolated island as if the heavens themselves could no longer bear the sight and were letting out a stifled roar of rage.

The next second, rain the size of peas began to lash down, instantly forming a curtain of water that swept over this land of sin.

Chen Yu wiped his face with the back of his hand.

The icy rain did much to clear his buzzing head. He did not stop, his feet treading through the muddy earth as he pressed forward step by step.

At the edge of his vision, the luxurious building appearing and disappearing within the wind and rain was the villa Shen Feng had spoken of.

It was grand, imposing, and yet, profoundly lonely.

In Chen Yu’s eyes, the massive villa now served only one purpose: to be Shen Feng’s tomb.

As he quickened his pace, he glanced up at the giant airship hovering in the sky. Through the curtain of rain, its hull reflected an alluring light. Inside lay 29.9 billion in cash, enough to drive the entire world into a frenzy.

Chen Yu’s mouth twitched.

What a pity. He likely wouldn't have the fortune to enjoy that money. Damn it, whether he could even leave this hellhole alive was still an unknown.

Li Qing’s bloodless face flashed through his mind once more. The suppressed, raging fury in his chest began to scorch his reason again.

Live. He must live. And then, twist Shen Feng’s head off.

...

Half an hour later.

Chen Yu finally stood before the villa’s main gate. The ornate iron gate was left slightly ajar, and he pushed his way in without hesitation.

Before him lay a corridor that was excessively long. Beneath his feet was a mirror-polished marble floor, and the walls on both sides were covered in paintings. Chen Yu knew nothing about art, but he could feel that these things were certainly worth a fortune.

The corridor was dimly lit, with only a few wall lamps casting a warm, yellow glow. He had no interest, nor the time, to admire these toys of the wealthy. He had only one goal: the end of the corridor.

He walked forward step by step. With every stride, he left a wet footprint behind.

Finally, he reached the end.

The space opened up into a dining hall so vast it felt absurd. In the center stood a rectangular table large enough to seat dozens. The pure black surface was polished to a mirror finish, reflecting the dazzling, massive crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling. The table was laden with a dazzling array of gourmet food, shimmering with an enticing luster and aroma under the light of the crystals.

At the head of this long table sat a figure, sitting quite at ease.

Shen Feng.

He was still wearing that pure white smiling mask, hiding his expression. But his posture was relaxed, legs crossed, as if he weren't waiting for a mortal enemy, but for an old friend to join him for dinner.

Chen Yu’s gaze fell upon him, his murderous intent almost solidifying. He wanted to rush over right now, flip the long table, and grind that hateful face of Shen Feng’s into the floor.

But on second thought, he decided against it.

Damn it, that would be letting him off too easily. How could physical pain quench the hatred in his heart? The ancestors were right: to kill a person, one must first break their spirit. Today, he would break Shen Feng’s spirit before taking his life.

Chen Yu pulled out a chair opposite Shen Feng and sat down heavily. In front of him, there was a place setting, and beside it, a plate covered by a silver cloche.

Shen Feng seemed not to mind his rudeness, even raising a hand in a gesture of invitation. The voice from beneath the mask carried a hint of a smile.

"Do try it. This was the final masterpiece of the three-star Michelin chef on this island before he passed."

"It should... be delicious!"

With that, regardless of Chen Yu’s expression, he lifted the cover in front of him. Beneath it lay a perfect, top-tier steak, steam still rising from its surface. He picked up his knife and fork, elegantly cut a small piece, and placed it in his mouth. Then, he closed his eyes, tilted his head back, and wore an expression of pure ecstasy, as if savoring the greatest delicacy in the world.

Chen Yu narrowed his eyes, staring at him coldly.

The moment Shen Feng put the steak into his mouth, the string in his mind was plucked once again.

[Crisis Alert]!

A crystal-clear red warning flashed in his mind. But this time, the target of the warning was not himself.

It was the man across from him, currently putting on a show.

Chen Yu’s pupils contracted. This guy—did he poison his own steak? What was he trying to do? Commit suicide in front of a global livestream?

"What?" Chen Yu leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, speaking in a mocking tone. "Can't handle the game anymore? Trying to poison me?"

Shen Feng slowly swallowed the steak, shrugged, and didn't answer. He picked up the wine glass beside him, swirled the crimson liquid, and took a sip. Only then did he smile and speak.

"By now, you have already won, haven't you?"

"According to the rules of the game, as the sole victor, the next step is a public execution of me."

"The stream is still ongoing, after all. Billions of people around the world are watching."

"You may begin your performance, my... judge."

Chen Yu nodded slightly.

Then, under the stunned gaze of Shen Feng and all the viewers worldwide, he reached out and lifted the silver cover in front of him.

The same top-tier steak.

He picked up his knife and fork, his movements somewhat unrefined, but he forcefully cut off a large piece and shoved it into his mouth without hesitation.

Damn, I have to admit.

Chen Yu chewed vigorously while complaining inwardly. This steak is damn good! Crispy on the outside, tender on the inside, and full of juices! The lives of capitalists are truly beyond the imagination of a poor slob like me!

His series of actions clearly stunned Shen Feng across the table. For the first time, the gaze behind the mask carried undisguised surprise.

"Didn't you say you were afraid I’d poison you?" Shen Feng’s voice was filled with confusion. "Then why do you dare to eat it?"

Chen Yu mimicked his manner, shrugged, and, with an equally inscrutable air of superiority, did not answer him.

But he knew exactly what was going on. Just now, his [Crisis Alert] only triggered for Shen Feng’s steak. The portion in front of him had no danger warning.

If nothing went wrong, this pervert Shen Feng had only poisoned his own portion. He wanted to die. But he didn't want to die at Chen Yu’s hands; he wanted to make his exit in a more "dramatic" fashion, right in front of the whole world.

Chen Yu polished off the steak in no time, even using a dinner roll to wipe up the remaining sauce on the plate.

Only after being full would he have the strength to get the job done. He put down his cutlery, wiped his mouth with a napkin, and leaned back, looking at Shen Feng.

"Actually, I already understand everything about you."

Chen Yu’s voice was calm.

"It’s just that there are many things I understand clearly myself, but if I were to say them out loud, others wouldn't be able to grasp them!"

"All the clues are laid out before us, yet we are missing the most critical piece!"

This nonsensical remark instantly left the billions of viewers in the global livestream completely bewildered. What did he mean? What kind of riddle was the streamer spouting? What did he mean by "understand" and "the critical piece"?

The chat was flooded with a frenzy of question marks.

However, upon hearing this, Shen Feng’s body visibly stiffened. The lively atmosphere of the dining hall vanished instantly. All that remained was the sound of rain outside the window and the crisp clinking of the crystals on the chandelier.

A few seconds later.

Shen Feng laughed.

He nodded slightly, as if agreeing with Chen Yu’s statement. Then, under the gaze of the entire world, he raised his hand and, without hesitation, slowly removed the pure white smiling mask from his face.