I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2208 - 1410: Winning Is Winning, Losing Is Winning Too

After being detained—no, it should be framed as cooperating with an official inquiry.

Following thirty-plus hours of cooperation with the authorities, Zhong Tingwang finally obtained his release and stepped out into the light of day once more.

Less than two full days.

He owed a debt of gratitude to the law.

At the same time.

He owed his subordinates even more.

It was painfully obvious.

Even under intense pressure or the threat of the so-called Big Memory Recovery Technique, his men never uttered a single word to betray him.

Had the charges of orchestrating a kidnapping been substantiated, he would be looking at life behind bars or, at the very least, not emerging this quickly or unscathed.

As Zhong Xiaoye stepped through the precinct doors with his suit jacket slung over his arm, the harsh sunlight forced him to squint.

"Big brother."

His loyal subordinate, Xiao, rushed forward to meet him.

There was no red carpet, no grand reception, and certainly no parade of luxury vehicles or mass gathering of underlings.

It wasn't that he couldn't organize it, but rather that he knew better.

Subordinate Xiao was sharp and understood the necessity of shifting with the tide.

After learning from recent mishaps, he realized the waters in Kyoto were far too deep and treacherous; even if it was a false alarm for the big brother, they needed to keep a low profile for now.

"You’ve had a rough time of it."

With sweat beading on his forehead—likely from the heat—Subordinate Xiao bowed his head and greeted Zhong Xiaoye with clear reverence.

Zhong Xiaoye, maintaining the poise of a true leader, offered a faint smile and brushed off his jacket, dismissing the ordeal as nothing more than a minor grievance.

Truly.

If one has never tasted the inside of a cell, can they really claim to be a veteran of the underworld?

This wasn't a stain on his reputation; it was a badge of prestige in their circles.

Jokes aside.

While Zhong Xiaoye hadn't suffered physical harm, the psychological strain was undoubtedly significant.

For petty thugs, frequenting such places might be a point of pride to boast about over drinks, but for a figure of Zhong Xiaoye's stature, it was sheer humiliation.

Subordinate Xiao took the jacket and dutifully guided him to the waiting car.

The two-tone Bentley roared to life.

Zhong Tingwang loosened his tie and exhaled deeply.

"Big brother, have some water."

Subordinate Xiao handed him a bottle, his expression twitching with nervousness.

The big brother had exited unharmed, but for Xiao, the true test was only just beginning.

Should the blame fall on his shoulders...

Even in the summer air, a chill gripped him.

"Why such nerves?"

Zhong Tingwang caught his anxiety, offered a faint smile, and unscrewed the cap.

"You’ve been working hard these last two days, haven't you?"

"It is my failure, I beg for your punishment, big brother!" Subordinate Xiao blurted out anxiously.

"What on earth does that have to do with you?"

Every leader carries a unique charisma. Zhong Xiaoye might be vicious, but he was never irrational. If he punished his men blindly, who would remain loyal enough to serve him?

Money can hire lackeys, but it cannot buy true devotion.

Zhong Xiaoye took a long drink, a dark smile playing on his lips. "Your men stayed loyal. Hire the finest legal team for them; money is no object. No matter the difficulty, we will secure justice for them."

Xiao looked stunned, then broke into a grin as the tension drained from his body.

He wiped his brow and vowed, "Don't worry, big brother, I shall contact them immediately."

Whether a kidnapping charge holds weight depends not just on hearsay, but on concrete evidence. Having survived the interrogation without breaking, Zhong Tingwang was far from finished. To restore his standing and reclaim his honor, he intended to fight back.

Since he existed in a society governed by law.

He would simply use those same legal channels to achieve his ends.

His subordinates had stayed strong and kept their stories straight, earning his freedom, but that wretched woman would not escape so easily.

Zhong Tingwang’s eyes glinted with malice as he sipped his water, completely unaware that this entire confrontation was merely a minor skirmish, and a much larger, invisible net was still closing in above him.

"Big brother, leave the rest to me. I won't let that woman off easily! You should head home and rest."

Xiao spoke with genuine loyalty, trying to shield him from further trouble.

In reality, Zhong Xiaoye really should have left—not for home, but far abroad, running as far as possible. But how could he know he was already marked?

It wasn't due to a lack of vigilance.

He simply lacked the foresight of a god.

"Do you see this? This is what they call equality and fairness."

Clutching the bottle, Zhong Xiaoye stared out at the sprawling city. For someone like him, there was no true sense of belonging anymore, and this trip north had effectively shattered his resolve.

Every last scrap of sentiment had evaporated into thin air.

"Pass the word down. Have every agent ramp up their recruitment efforts. Rather than living as a lifetime slave, it is better to seize what joy you can, while you can!"

Zhong Tingwang had previously been hesitant about expanding the influence of Moon City, but his recent heartbreak had extinguished any remaining restraint.

He intended to drain the wealth of the common folk into his own coffers.

He would make the so-called high-and-mighty elite pay dearly.

When a man loses home, family, and fortune, what is left for him?

Only one path remains.

Crime.

A manic gleam danced in Zhong Xiaoye’s eyes.

"Take me to the Heaven and Earth Bank."

"Big brother, why the Heaven and Earth Bank?" Subordinate Xiao asked, confused.

"I intend to deepen our collaboration with them!"

Fresh out of detention, he began issuing a series of ruthless orders. He would show this society exactly what happens when you cross Zhong Xiaoye.

At the same time.