Chapter 558: The Dark and Bloody Apocalyptic Era

"…!"
The subtext of those words made Huang Fengwen instantly understand.
It meant that Su Hao had also known all along that South Korea was the mastermind, and… had already laid out a counterattack!
"Currently, the pro-chaebol policies of the current South Korean president have already sparked strong discontent within the prosecution and military.
Especially the prosecution, known as 'political hounds,' has repeatedly tried to take action against the chaebols but has been suppressed.
They've been holding back their anger for a long time."
"And we can use the Fanghuan Exchange to secretly send them 'ammunition'?
Send them all the dirt and evidence they need to bring down the chaebols?"
"Yes, Chairman. This is Chairman Su's true purpose."
When those forces wielding investigative power and military might suddenly possess enormous sums of money at their disposal and impeccable 'justifications'...
What do you think will happen?
"..."
"When they have the means to realize their ambitions, will they still willingly submit to the puppets of the Blue House?"
"You mean..."
"Then, the chaebol scandals will explode across the entire country!
The prosecution will unleash an unprecedented investigative storm, the opposition will push for impeachment in Parliament, and the military will stand idly by, tacitly allowing it all to happen!
The entire nation of South Korea, this tiger seemingly controlled by the chaebols, will have its teeth and claws completely pulled out from within by us!"
"!?"
Only at this moment did Huang Fengwen truly grasp the terror and grandeur of this plan.
This wasn't about instigating war; it was about launching a radical transformation, a fundamental capitalist revolution!
And now, Fang Huan was about to personally ignite the fuse, ushering in a dark and bloody apocalyptic era on that land of conglomerates!
***
Wildfire Base.
Anthony Watson stared at the top-secret instructions from headquarters, his lips twitching as he let out a cold laugh.
Every word on that document exuded a reckless madness.
“Boss. The Strategic Department’s exact words are: follow their script. Once Fang Huan Exchange takes root in South Korea, immediately… activate the plan.”
If Anthony were still the ace agent who had tasted blood on the front lines at CAI, upon seeing this plan, he would have unhesitatingly labeled it a “suicide mission.”
Then he would have shredded it, and casually cursed all the female relatives of the planner.
But times have changed.
Now, he is a shadow under Fang Huan's command, the sharpest claw extended by that behemoth.
Although this mission is still hellishly difficult, it is no longer impossible.
War, to put it bluntly, is a brawl with a pretext.
Without a legitimate cause, words lack authority.
Without a reason to ignite the fighting spirit of the soldiers, even the strongest army is nothing more than a pile of loose sand, scattered by the wind.
Look at that great power to the north, why is it still mired in the quagmire of a smaller nation?
While the enemy's fierce resistance is certainly a factor, the deeper reason is that the morale of their own soldiers has plummeted—they don't know why they are fighting!
“That’s right. Moreover, those generals enjoy immense wealth and power, completely satisfied with the existing system; they’re practically the most loyal watchdogs of the chaebol system.”
That’s the crux of the problem.
They have neither discontent nor official recognition.
A few years ago, this whole situation seemed like a complete dead end.
“But…” the adjutant’s tone shifted, a strange light flashing in his eyes,
“Because of Fang Huan’s ruthless methods, South Korea’s financial market is in turmoil, countless giant corporations have collapsed like dominoes, and those generals’ wallets…
have been stabbed hard, bleeding profusely!
Plus, the so-called ‘autonomous faction’ that emerged a few years ago has recently been ruthlessly purged by the current president, several generals imprisoned. Now, the waters are truly murky.”
“Oh? Those generals who met such tragic ends, their proud and fierce subordinates are also starting to waver?”
Anthony’s eyes narrowed.
“Yes. Those who can truly mobilize troops are often them.
The problem is, these guys don't have the deep pockets of the old folks. They want to cause trouble, but they lack money and supplies. All they have is a burning desire; they can't accomplish anything.”
And this is precisely the knife that “Fang Huan” is preparing to hand them!
“However, South Korea monitors the flow of funds in its military more closely than it monitors its own wife. Any unusual financial movement outside the conglomerate system won't escape their notice.”
“So, this ‘Trojan horse’ of the Fang Huan Exchange has entered the fray, hasn't it?” Anthony's smile resembled that of a venomous snake preparing for a feast.
The global Bitcoin frenzy, like a ghost of the digital age, is invisible, intangible, and elusive.
The South Korean leadership had long been aware of the potential threat posed by the Fang Huan Exchange, and with a single ban, it was completely shut out of the country.
"What they fear is this thing being used as political donations, as capital for subversion!"
Within South Korea, every flow of funds is under the watchful eyes of the conglomerates and the government.
But Bitcoin, this new monetary system that has grown wildly outside of regulation, is like a ghost ship capable of infiltrating any dimension.
"Now it seems their fears... were practically a precise prophecy.
We're now doing everything we can to get the Fanghuan Exchange in, just to deliver the most lucrative 'military rations' to those disgruntled, hungry wolves!"
At this moment, South Korea is already on the verge of collapse.
A series of economic crises, coupled with unprecedented food shortages, have driven prices sky-high, like runaway dogs.
The lower classes are struggling on the poverty line due to unemployment and inflation, and street violence is frequent over a few bites of food.
And the army, even with rations and pay, is woefully inadequate in the face of terrifying inflation; the soldiers' resentment has already reached the heavens.
"This pent-up resentment, accumulated over several years, had reached a breaking point under the double blow of another financial crisis and famine.
It was like a warehouse crammed with explosives, just one match away from being lit."
At this most delicate and dangerous moment...
Fanghuan Investment, with one hand holding a Bitcoin exchange that could circumvent regulations, and the other holding life-saving food supplies that could temporarily appease the starving masses.
He descended like a savior!