Chapter 61: The Emergence of Esper Powers!

Liu Yan's eyes widened in utter disbelief, her expression completely vacant.

Looking at the surrounding bodyguards, anyone could tell from their features that they clearly belonged to the Logan family.

Moreover, one of those bodyguards was the very person who had just reported Zhang Fan's arrival to Logan.

Yet, even he now stood respectfully by Zhang Fan's side.

When they looked at her, their gazes were like those of strangers looking at a lunatic.

Deep down, Liu Yan found herself utterly unable to accept this reality, forcing a strained, ugly smile.

"Zhang Fan has gone mad, but have you all lost your minds too?"

"Logan died at Zhang Fan's hands! Hurry up and kill him! Kill him right now!"

"And quick, get the family's private doctor here for emergency resuscitation! There's still a chance Logan might live!"

She had gone to such great lengths to latch onto someone as powerful as Logan; if he died here at Zhang Fan's hands, what would become of her?

He couldn't be allowed to die!

Yet, no matter what Liu Yan shrieked, all the surrounding bodyguards merely cast bizarre glances in her direction.

To them, it wasn't Zhang Fan who was insane; it was her.

A bodyguard stepped forward and bowed before Zhang Fan.

"Young Master, keeping a madwoman like this by your side will only ruin your mood."

"Since she has murdered the guest brought by the Young Master, we shall follow standard legal procedures and throw her into prison."

With a mere wave of Zhang Fan's hand, several bodyguards instantly snatched the corpse from Liu Yan's grip, lunged forward to subdue her, and bound her tightly with ropes.

It wasn't until the pain set in that Liu Yan finally realized none of this was a dream.

When she looked back at Zhang Fan, her eyes were filled with unadulterated terror, her voice trembling violently.

"What on earth have you done?!"

"Don't let them take me to prison! I won't go to prison! Let me go!"

Zhang Fan let out a soft chuckle.

"You're too noisy."

A bodyguard immediately struck Liu Yan unconscious and dragged her away by force.

As they departed, the entire room finally fell silent.

To be precise, both Wang Qing'er and Tian Xiao were left utterly speechless, not daring to utter another word.

The two women simply stared at Zhang Fan, their eyes filled with lingering bewilderment.

Wang Qing'er was the first to snap back to her senses. She tentatively poked Zhang Fan's arm, her gaze somewhat timid as she met his eyes.

"Boss, what on earth just happened?"

"Weren't those bodyguards members of the Rothschild family?"

"That family is already unimaginably wealthy. There's no way you could have possibly bought them off, right?"

Tian Xiao also awoke from her stupor at that moment, her expression complex and conflicted.

"The Rothschild family practically controls a third of America's political elite."

"To control that family is, in essence, to control a significant portion of America."

"Mr. Zhang Fan, this is something even the people back in the capital could never accomplish. Just who on earth are you?"

Her curiosity regarding Zhang Fan's true identity had reached its absolute peak.

Zhang Fan himself found the situation rather perplexing.

Wasn't the system supposed to legitimize the wealth of the Rothschild family? Why did these two still retain their original memories?

Whatever.

Zhang Fan casually tossed out a vague excuse to brush past the question, then smiled and stood up.

"You don't need to worry about that. Today's matter has been completely and successfully resolved."

"I'll have someone confiscate all of Liu Yan's assets. That way, she won't even be able to afford a defense lawyer."

"Saddled with a charge of murder, she'll be rotting in a prison cell for many years to come."

He pulled out his phone and booked three plane tickets back home.

Although the two women remained burning with curiosity about Zhang Fan's background, since he refused to elaborate, the matter had to be left at that.

Upon returning to the country, Zhang Fan swiftly revoked the ten thousand silicon wafer patents previously held by the Rothschild family.

Meanwhile, with Wang Qing'er's assistance, the factories began mass-producing inexpensive silicon wafers, instantly attracting boundless waves of global capital.

***

Meanwhile, inside the Los Angeles Women's Prison.

Having completed all the intake procedures, Liu Yan sat blankly on her cell bed, her gaze hollow.

With her slack expression, she looked like a wooden statue.

The corners of her mouth twitched uncontrollably as her mind replayed every single event, from Zhang Fan's sudden arrival to Logan's death.

Try as she might from every conceivable angle, she could not comprehend why Zhang Fan had dared to kill Logan.

Furthermore, why had the members of the Rothschild family made no attempt to stop Zhang Fan from leaving?

Instead, she was the one locked away in this prison cell, sentenced to a full twenty years.

Liu Yan stood up from the bed, intending to visit the restroom and wash up.

She instinctively began to undress herself.

Yet upon stepping into the tiny, enclosed washroom and finding no showerhead—only a single toilet—Liu Yan's mental defenses finally shattered completely.

She collapsed to the floor and wept hysterically.

If she hadn't divorced Zhang Fan in the first place...

If she had never come to America...

If she hadn't turned against Zhang Fan...

Would her ending have been infinitely better than this?

And why, for heaven's sake, why had Zhang Fan killed Logan yet suffered zero consequences?

Why had the Rothschild family let him walk away freely and treated him with such reverence?

Why?!

Liu Yan's agonizing, tortured screams echoed continuously within the tiny washroom.

Her cries soon alerted the prison guards.

When the guards rushed to the cell, they found the disheveled woman with wild, unkempt hair, calling every person she saw "Mom" and "Dad."

She had completely lost her mind.

***

Time flew by in a blur.

At a newly convened press conference held by the Zhang Group, a young man hailing from the Rockefeller family sat quietly amidst the crowd, his expression serene.

"Young Master," a tall, blonde-haired, blue-eyed beauty murmured as she leaned close to him, curiosity dancing in her eyes.

"The Rothschild family fell into Zhang Fan's hands overnight."

"What's more, everyone with Rothschild blood and status has completely accepted this fact."

"Even old Logan supposedly recognized Zhang Fan as his own son. Isn't this whole affair far too bizarre?"

The young man remained utterly calm, showing not a trace of genuine surprise.

A faint, enigmatic smile played across his lips.

"Have you ever watched *The Avengers*?"

The stunning beauty blinked in surprise.

"I have. What about it?"

"Isn't that just a science fiction movie? Not many things from it could ever become reality—maybe Iron Man's suit has a sliver of hope once nuclear fusion is solved, but even that's a stretch."

The young man chuckled softly.

"Everything in those movies exists in real life, just manifesting in different ways."

"This man, Zhang Fan, has likely obtained some sort of extraordinary artifact."

"For instance, Doctor Strange can alter history, and so can he. However, his artifact is clearly not as potent as Doctor Strange's abilities; while he managed to alter his own identity, he remains powerless to rewrite the perceptions of anyone outside the Rothschild family."

The gorgeous woman giggled and leaned her head against the young man's shoulder.

"The Young Master is extraordinarily knowledgeable; my own understanding is certainly no match for yours."

"Since the Young Master says so, it must be the truth."

The young man fell silent, waiting quietly for Zhang Fan to appear.

Bathed in the glare of tens of thousands of camera lenses, Zhang Fan soon strode onto the stage.

He spread his arms wide, a brilliant, confident smile on his face.

"Today, I am here to announce a monumental piece of news."

"Starting from this day forth, our nation of Huaxia has thoroughly shattered the chip technology blockades imposed by Western powers!"

"Following a grueling ten-day price war, the global chip market has now been completely monopolized by the Zhang Group!"

Zhang Fan tapped his phone screen, and the massive display behind him immediately projected an image of a sleek silicon wafer.

"This is a silicon wafer manufactured by the Zhang Group using seawater as raw material!"

"In the foreseeable future, we will conquer every technology market currently held by the Western powers. Huaxia's technology will lead the world by a century!"

Thunderous applause erupted across the venue.

And Zhang Fan's domestic fame skyrocketed to unprecedented heights.

Once the press conference concluded, the young man, accompanied by the stunning blonde beauty, blocked Zhang Fan's path.

Faced with these two unfamiliar faces, Zhang Fan maintained a polite and friendly smile.

"And you are?"

The young man smiled faintly and replied, "My name is Joe. Zhang Fan, those silicon wafers of yours weren't actually invented by you, were they?"

"I find this matter fascinating. Would you care to share the details?"

Zhang Fan's brow twitched slightly.

"I'm afraid I don't understand what you're implying."

"The silicon wafers, chips, and lithography machines developed by the Zhang Group are the fruits of our entire workforce's labor."

"Naturally, it wasn't something achieved by my efforts alone."

Joe's smile grew somewhat peculiar, bordering on sinister.

With a flick of his wrist, in the deserted corridor overhead, the heavy chandelier suddenly plummeted from the ceiling!

With a deafening crash, it smashed violently into the floorboards!

Joe narrowed his eyes.

"Spare me the act."

"Be honest with me—who on earth designed your silicon wafers?"

"To usurp Logan and become the young master of the Rothschild family in such a short span of time, without a single member of their family raising a single objection... and on top of that, you can manufacture silicon wafers out of seawater."

"Do you take everyone else for fools?"

Zhang Fan's brow furrowed tightly.