GOD MODE FRESHMAN: Trillionaire Simulator

Chapter 22 - 22: The Cardinal's Shadow

Huang Haiyi stared at the obsidian card with dilated pupils, his Adam's apple bobbing like a buoy in a quantum sea. The air crackled with static electricity from the maglev tracks below, making the diamond card's holographic serpent writhe unnaturally.

"Brother Chen... you can call me Little Huang," the pharmaceutical heir croaked, his Oxford shoes squeaking against resin flooring still imprinted with the hexagonal frost pattern from Ye Chen's drink. His manicured fingers trembled as they brushed the matte surface, recognizing the molecular lattice that matched his family's stolen research on neural encryption.

Zheng Anning's LV wallet slipped from nerveless fingers, its surgical steel edges chipping the countertop - the same damage pattern found on the McLaren's doors after Chapter 12's mysterious collision. "This... this is a Centurion Black Card?" His whisper carried the synthetic rasp of vocal cords repaired after Chapter 17's yacht explosion.

The poker champion Li Na's drink froze mid-pour again, ice crystals blooming into Klein bottle configurations that mirrored the security camera footage from Ye Chen's mother's hospital room. "Eight years," she murmured, calculating the timeline needed to bypass Swiss banking protocols, "since they stopped issuing physical quantum signatures."

Huang's Rolex emitted a subsonic pulse as he bowed, activating dormant nanoparticles in Ye Chen's student ID lamination. "Sky Palace Villas, Unit 8?" His throat constricted around the address like it was coated with his family's experimental myostatin inhibitor. "The biometric locks there require DNA samples from three generations of..." His voice died as he connected the villa's security system to the orphanage fire in Chapter 2.

When the Ferrari's engine roared to life, its V12 symphony contained the same harmonic resonance that had overloaded Professor Wang's lab equipment in Chapter 15. The rear bumper's micro-scratches formed a Fibonacci sequence matching the burns on Ye Chen's palms.

"Rich auntie?" The chubby roommate's laughter shook the carbon fiber seats, unaware his phone's facial recognition software was quietly mapping Ye Chen's bone structure against a missing heir database. As they passed the neon-lit convenience store from Chapter 7, the security cameras flickered in perfect sync with the black card's quantum tunneling frequency@@novelbin@@