Chapter 616: A Lone Boat in the Vast Ocean

"Holy crap, this bastard... has he gone mad?"
"The madness doesn't end there!" Su Hui, intrigued, continued to spill the beans,
"He also said that the entire Hollywood is a giant brainwashing factory built for mind control, and that all those Western politicians are puppets controlled by a mysterious shadow organization!"
Su Hao's lips twitched, a sense of foreboding creeping in:
"Let me guess, that 'mysterious organization,' don't tell me... it's Fang Huan again?"
"Bingo! Congratulations, you guessed right!" Su Hui snapped her fingers,
"He specifically named us in his speech, mentioning us countless times.
He said Fang Huan Investment is a devil in disguise, outwardly doing charity work all over the world, but secretly engaging in despicable acts that threaten to subvert human civilization."
A nameless rage surged from the depths of Su Hao's heart.
A devil in disguise?
This is utterly ridiculous!
If you insulted Su Hao himself, he might take it as a joke and happily finish his bowl of noodles.
After all, being mistaken for the mastermind behind everything is a testament to his power.
But to insult his brothers and sisters who risk their lives for their beliefs and to save lives...
To insult the charitable foundation he built, spreading hope around the world—that's touching his sore spot!
Every single one of the lovely employees of the Fang Huan Foundation is a kind-hearted person who risks their lives, traveling the world for their ideals and beliefs.
For those disaster victims they've never even met, they left their homes and families.
They rushed into those plague-ravaged, death-defying wastelands without batting an eye;
They stormed into those war zones amidst gunfire without hesitation!
How many lives have they snatched from the jaws of death?
These kindest and bravest people in the world are now being called demons by a madman?
How could he possibly tolerate this?!
“Brother, calm down,” Su Hui said, noticing his expression, and quickly handed him an ice-cold Coke.
“Aren’t there enough conspiracy theories about our ‘Fang Huan’ online?
The bigger the tree, the more the wind blows. When a company is doing too well, naturally some people get jealous, and all sorts of shady characters want to get a piece of the action.
Besides, how many normal people actually believe this nonsense?”
“That’s true, but to let these most respectable people in the world bear the stigma of ‘demons,’ I can’t swallow this.”
To be honest, normally he could just turn a blind eye to this.
After all, praise and slander are two sides of the same coin that those at the top must endure.
But today, Su Hao wasn’t going to tolerate it.
To let a group of people who light the way for humanity in the darkness be smeared with indelible filth—what kind of logic is that?!
He silently took out his phone, his fingertip swiping through the contacts, finally stopping at a name, and gently pressed the dial button.
The call was answered almost instantly, a voice on the other end filled with surprise and fear.
"Hello, Manager Zhou, it's me, Su Hao."
***
At the headquarters of Fanghuan Group, the offices of the Strategy Department were still brightly lit.
Zhou Yi, the strategy manager, is a workaholic who considers "996" (working 9 am to 9 pm, 6 days a week) a healthy lifestyle and "007" (working 007) the norm...
At this moment, he's leading his elite team, working year-round without a break, in a highly confidential weekend overtime meeting.
For this group, weekends? They don't exist.
Even the chairman is leading the way in working overtime; what right do they have to rest?
“Have they contacted the Empire regarding ‘Wildfire’?”
“Yes, Manager. ‘Wildfire’s’ operations are always top secret. To avoid risks, they almost never proactively report details to us.
But one thing is certain: it was the oligarchs on the Empire’s side who proactively extended an olive branch to ‘Wildfire’.”
“The Imperial oligarchs whose crypto assets were frozen?”
“Exactly. According to intelligence, this precise freezing of Bitcoin assets has hit them right where it hurts; they're now practically on the brink of collapse.”
“Wildfire,” a ghostly organization operating outside the world order.
On the surface, it's a private security company providing escort services for ocean-going vessels;
But in reality, its tentacles reach into every dark corner of the globe, making it a powerful intelligence and operations agency serving Fanghuan Investment.
"Speaking of this Bitcoin freeze..." Zhou Yi stroked his chin, a deep sense of confusion flashing in his eyes.
"I heard that the frozen list was personally selected by Chairman Su?"
"Yes, Manager. Moreover, our subsequent analysis revealed that every address on the list precisely points to the hidden assets of those imperial oligarchs."
"Chairman Su... how did he know? Did Fanghuan Exchange deliberately leave a backdoor?"
"No. It's said that Chairman Su just randomly pointed to a few addresses from a massive amount of frozen assets and precisely selected them."
This is what truly chills Zhou Yi and the entire strategic department.
You must know, Fanghuan's strategic department gathers the world's top intelligence analysts.
In the field of intelligence gathering and analysis, they are absolutely world-class.
Even they couldn't pinpoint exactly how much wealth those old foxes had hidden in the encrypted world.
"But Chairman Su... just like that, so precisely, wiped them all out?"
"Could it just be a coincidence?" a young analyst muttered. "Maybe those assets belong to other wealthy individuals?"
"No, it's definitely not a coincidence," Zhou Yi categorically denied.
"Look at the oligarchs' reaction. They're so desperate they're contacting 'Wildfire.' What does that mean?
It means Chairman Su's move was precise and ruthless, stabbing them right in the heart!
These guys, hit where it hurts, are writhing in pain, desperately trying to save themselves!"
Would they perish with their president on that sinking ship, or would they save their own lives and fortunes?
For the oligarchs, this choice was simpler than one plus one.
"So, what are they planning? Are they perhaps planning a 'purging of the court of corrupt officials' purge, or a complete overthrow of the government?"
"The specific plan hasn't been determined yet, but based on our deductions, they probably want to kick that president off the throne."
Only in this way can they end this damned war, lift economic sanctions, and save their wealth—enough to last several lifetimes.
If North Korea hadn't collapsed, these oligarchs might have had some confidence, and wouldn't have turned against them over a little bit of crypto assets.
But now, their backer has crumbled.
They're like a lone boat in a vast ocean, with no way to save themselves.
It feels like in a raid, your fully healed tank suddenly disconnects, while the enemy boss is still in a berserk state.
What's the point of fighting?
Are they just going to run away and wait to die?