Chapter 145: Qin Feng the Great Demon King

The "Hydra" base was reduced to a silent, massive fireball blooming in the Deep Sea by its preset explosion protocol, sinking with all its unescaped evils and secrets into eternal darkness. The wreckage and data fragments would become indelible evidence of guilt for the Prometheus Foundation.

Qin Feng successfully rendezvoused with Team B and Team A after they completed their cleanup mission, and quietly withdrew aboard a submersible. The half fragment of the Chaos Crystal was securely sealed and handed over to the most advanced laboratory aboard the Voyager for isolation and research.

When the Voyager surfaced again like a ghost, bathed in the golden light of dawn, Qin Feng knew this covert "business trip" had yielded far beyond expected results: not only had he severely damaged one of the Foundation's key bases and seized a critical item, but he had personally killed their top cleaner, delivering a crushing blow to their arrogance.

Yet he also understood this was merely the edge of a war's opening curtain. The Prometheus Foundation, a colossal entity, would not be crippled by the loss of a single base—instead, it would grow more vigilant and more frenzied.

The return journey to Luocheng remained covert. But when Qin Feng reappeared in the branch office, an invisible, deeper, heavier aura had already enveloped him—not deliberately cultivated, but naturally radiating from within after enduring life-or-death battles and personally ending formidable foes.

Even Chen Ming, when reporting recent work to him, subconsciously became more respectful, daring not to maintain prolonged eye contact.

"Boss Qin… you're back." Chen Ming felt the boss seemed different somehow—he couldn't say exactly how, only that the pressure had intensified.

"Hmm." Qin Feng gave a brief reply, flipping through the documents on his desk. "What's the latest from Chuangsheng Technology?"

"After Dr. Su published her rebuttal paper, Liu Shiyin has remained silent with no further public response. But our business investigation found Chuangsheng Technology's cash flow has become unusually active—seemingly preparing for some major move. Also…" Chen Ming paused, his tone oddly strained, "a new nickname for you has started circulating online."

"A new nickname?" Qin Feng raised an eyebrow.

Chen Ming awkwardly handed him the Tablet Computer. "Take a look yourself."

Qin Feng took the Tablet. The screen displayed several popular social media interfaces. Beneath topics related to him and the Qin Feng System, alongside previous titles like "Wind God" and "Boss Qin," a new, strikingly different nickname had quietly emerged—

#Qin Feng the Great Demon King#

Under this hashtag, discussions overflowed with reactions of "horror," "worship," and "meme-ing":

"My god! I heard Chuangsheng Technology is practically peeing their pants from fear of Qin Feng! Crushed academically by Dr. Su, financially exposed by Yaofeng Capital, and now they dare not even breathe! This isn't business competition—it's a Great Demon King descending to crush all who defy him! Haven't you noticed? Anyone who opposes Qin Feng ends up ruined… Look at how the Liang Family is now! That scammer Liu Qianqian got socially annihilated! And now Chuangsheng Technology's gone silent too… And his combat skills are insane! They say he can take on dozens alone! (Even if it's unverified, it sounds so cool!) Arrogant, powerful, mysterious, and damn good at fighting! What else could he be but a Great Demon King?! From now on, respectfully address him—Qin Feng the Great Demon King!"

Qin Feng stared at these posts, torn between amusement and exasperation.

Great Demon King?

He had merely done what needed doing—protected his own interests and dignity. How had he become a villainous demon king in their eyes?

But… this title… wasn't it… not bad?

At least, it sounded better than those cloying "brother" or "god" labels. It carried a chilling aura of authority, perfect for filtering out unwanted pests like Liu Qianqian and Su Da.

"Ignore it." Qin Feng handed the Tablet back to Chen Ming, his tone calm. "Focus on our own work."

"Yes." Chen Ming exhaled in relief—the boss didn't seem to care.

Yet the title "Qin Feng the Great Demon King" spread like wings, swiftly permeating both inside and outside the circle. It precisely captured the impression Qin Feng now left on the outside world—powerful, mysterious, ruthless, and unchallengeable.

The title itself had become an invisible deterrent.

Those factions who had entertained ulterior motives toward the Qin Feng System, or tried to play small tricks in cooperation, instinctively tempered their actions upon hearing the name. After all, who wanted to become the next target crushed by the Great Demon King?

Even within Chuangsheng Technology, when discussing counter-strategies, they instinctively avoided overly aggressive moves, fearing they might fully enrage the "Great Demon King" and invite annihilation.

Liu Shiyin sat in her spacious yet cold office, watching the discussions about "Qin Feng the Great Demon King." Deep in her icy eyes flickered an extremely complex emotion.

Caution. Gravity. But perhaps… also a hint of indescribable… excitement?

She lightly tapped her desk, murmuring to herself:

"Great Demon King?" "Interesting…" "Such a 'Cornerstone'… holds greater value… to conquer and destroy."

She picked up her encrypted internal communicator, dialed a number, and her tone returned to its usual calm and decisive:

"Accelerate the plan. Initiate 'Net Capture' operation." "Target… Qin Feng."

The winds and clouds stirred once more.

This time, Qin Feng—the so-called "Great Demon King"—would face a more meticulous and far more dangerous hunt from the Prometheus Foundation.

But he did not know—or rather, even if he did, he would not care.

Great Demon King? Then let you witness what true… Demon King's Wrath really is.