The Fatal Chess Game of Ups and Downs in the Business World

When the three-billion-dollar merger became a bloody chessboard, my best friend actually used my heart as a bet. When Lin Shen crushed the coffee cup, blood beads were rolling along the death formula on the financial statement. Lawyer Wen Wan's encrypted USB flash drive hides ten years of criminal evidence, and every comma in the coffee-stained contract terms hides a fatal trap. Transnational capital cracks into a two-way mirror at the top of the neon building, reflecting thugs in suits and financial hyenas. Su Wan tore open her silk shirt to reveal a bulletproof vest. There was a miniature recorder hidden in her pencil skirt, and her last lie was bitten into pieces by her red lips tempered by Wall Street. In this chess game with bones as the starting point, they used reverse takeovers to tear open the arteries of hypocrites and let the venom of financial statements come back to bite the traders. When the Nasdaq bell rings with the smell of blood, who is the ultimate hunter tempered in the capital meat grinder? This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.