The moment Ye Chen declared, "If anything happens to me, I'll dump all seven hundred billion on your heads," they completely lost their composure.
They had seen madmen before—like Gambia of the Cosmic Divine Kingdom, who claimed to command a thousand-man army and boasted of trampling the White Bear underfoot, punching Eagle Sauce in the face, flattening Bunny in three days, and swallowing Eurasia in seven.
But everyone knew it was nothing but hot air.
Ye Chen was different. He truly dared to do it—and he truly had the capital to do it.
The psychological assessment report stated it clearly: extremely self-serving, highly dangerous, and utterly ruthless in his methods of revenge.
The conclusion was just one sentence: unless success was absolutely guaranteed, do not touch him.
But where in this world was there anything one hundred percent foolproof?
By now, they had more or less investigated the people around Ye Chen. Natasha, for instance, had once been with the KGB, and her identity was public.
The CIA could brag all it wanted about how capable it was, but when it came to actual combat experience, infiltration abilities, and the arrangement of covert networks, it really fell short compared with the KGB.
The failure of the operation in Korea last time had hinged on Natasha.
More critically, they had never been able to figure out exactly what relationship Ye Chen had with the White Bear.
Natasha, this hidden card, was merely the corner exposed above the surface.
If she had not revealed her identity of her own accord, those people at the CIA would probably still be guessing who she really was.
Time passed bit by bit.
The next day, Ye Chen flew directly to Taiwan.
This troublesome little brother had always given him headaches.
Taiwan was not a big