Chapter 620: A Bloody Ending

[Breaking News: Hollywood star James Eugene has been formally arrested today!
Police found a massive quantity of prohibited drugs in his mansion, along with a large amount of illegally filmed video footage containing shocking and disturbing material that has stunned the world.
It is reported that James Eugene was abruptly taken away by federal agents during a public speech…]
Su Hao watched the once arrogant but now pathetic figure on the television screen, a wry smile playing on his lips.
This James Eugene had been quite the troublemaker recently, relentlessly attacking Fang Huan Investment like a mad dog.
He even targeted Fang Huan's charitable foundation, belittling the hardworking employees.
Frankly, Su Hao had always ignored the countless speculations and criticisms leveled against Fang Huan Investment.
Often, the more you explain, the deeper the misunderstandings become, only adding to the absurdity.
The innocent will remain innocent, and the guilty will remain guilty; time will tell.
However, this clown shouldn't have targeted the admirable employees of Fang Huan's foundation.
Su Hao had originally planned to have the legal department intervene, to teach this arrogant fool a lesson: some respectable names cannot be humiliated at will.
But—
"Well, there's no need to even intervene," Su Hao said with a wry smile, shaking his head.
"Brother, I saw the news too! My god, this guy is a beast!
It's said he used contraband to control a large group of fanatical fans and filmed a bunch of disgusting and perverted videos!"
His sister, Su Hui, exclaimed in astonishment.
Su Hao shrugged. This world is getting more and more surreal.
Although that guy used to spout nonsense and act all mysterious, he seemed respectable enough; I never imagined his private life could be so depraved.
“What’s so surprising about that?” Su Hao said calmly.
“What normal things can someone who’s overdosed to the point of brain damage say?
Now it seems his previous crazy remarks were nothing but drug-induced ramblings.”
“Uh…that makes sense.”
Fang Huan’s investment team had even drafted a lawyer’s letter, preparing to file a lawsuit that could bankrupt him.
To let him experience the iron fist of capital.
Now it seems completely unnecessary.
The FBI has already done the job for them, and done it more thoroughly.
For Fang Huan to add insult to injury now would seem beneath him.
“But thinking about it, it’s really scary. Such a big star, and his career just collapsed like that.
Luckily, the crackdown on this kind of thing in China is very strong…”
Su Hui said with lingering fear.
Su Hao nodded.
It is precisely for this reason that Fanghuan Investment recently donated an astronomical sum of money to relevant national departments in the name of a charitable foundation, specifically for the crackdown on illegal propaganda.
It is said that the higher authorities attach great importance to this and are preparing to launch a nationwide crackdown to wipe out all the rats hiding in the gutter.
If the results are significant, Su Hao wouldn't mind making several more investments later.
He was contemplating whether he should call the Strategic Department to suspend the legal proceedings against James Eugene; after all, kicking someone when they're down wasn't his style.
"Brother!" His sister, Su Hui, suddenly shook his arm violently, her voice trembling.
"Hmm?"
"You—you look at that!"
Su Hao followed her trembling finger to the television screen, his pupils contracting sharply.
On the screen, a line of blood-red emergency news headlines sliced ​​through the screen like a sharp blade:
[Breaking News: The Imperial President Dies Suddenly at His Residence Today!]
"!?!"
Su Hao felt his brain freeze.
That was the Imperial President!
The iron-fisted president who, single-handedly, kept the entire Western world awake at night!
Currently, the situation in Eastern Asia was already in chaos due to that unprecedented collapse; the future was uncertain, and the entire geopolitical landscape of Asia was shrouded in fog.
At this critical juncture, the sudden death of the Imperial President was tantamount to pouring a spoonful of cold water into a pot of boiling oil—
The entire Eurasian continent, and indeed the entire world, would instantly erupt in chaos!
“Brother! What…what will happen now? Will the war over there finally end?” Su Hui asked anxiously.
“I don’t know.” Su Hao’s Adam’s apple bobbed with difficulty.
The news reports were vague; whether the Imperial President died of illness or in a bloody rebellion remained unknown.
But whatever the truth, one thing was certain:
This planet would not have a peaceful life for a very long time to come.
***
M Country, Presidential Office.
“Damn it, I’ve wanted to quit for ages! If only I had retired earlier!”
The President of M Country, who had just been urgently recalled from his vacation beach, slammed a document on the table with huge dark circles under his eyes, looking utterly hopeless.
He felt less like a president and more like a firefighter, rushing to wherever smoke was seen.
He'd barely extinguished a forest fire when a volcano erupted on the other side!
Gorye's fortunes changed drastically; her conglomerate was reduced to ashes.
The chain reaction was devastating; the northern kingdom crumbled, its entire family executed.
Fine, that was tolerable; he could endure it.
But now, a colossal bomb had dropped from the Empire!
The once-arrogant Empire's president met a tragic end, poisoned, a bloody conclusion to his tumultuous life.
Thanks to him, the US president's long-awaited vacation was abruptly cut short.
He could only grumble and sullenly return to his office, sit in that chair that had given him calluses, and deal with this mess.
"Speak, what new intelligence is there? Who did it?
Who has the audacity to assassinate the president right here in the Imperial Palace?"
"Mr. President, the initial investigation yielded no results.
We initially thought it was those 'oligarchs' who couldn't hold back and acted prematurely.
But according to the latest intelligence, the killer has been identified: the Imperial President's closest ally, Sergei."
"Sergei?" The President of the United States was stunned.
"Yes. It's said that after the incident, Sergei executed the waiter who served the tea on the spot without even interrogating him.
This action was so deliberate that it aroused the suspicion of the FSB, and only after a thorough investigation did the truth come to light."
"So it turned out to be Sergei? There are at least eighty or a hundred people named Sergei in the intelligence database. Which Sergei was it?"
"Sergei Maximov. The Secretary General to the Reich President, his most trusted right-hand man, his sharpest blade, and his most loyal shadow."