The Heavenly Demon of Terror-Chapter 277: Tracking the Offshore Accounts of William

Late Evening – Skyscraper Rooftop Overlooking the City

The wind was sharp tonight. Cold, but not enough to bite through the heat stirring inside me.

I stood at the edge of the rooftop, the lights of the city flickering below like a grid of possibilities. Somewhere in this steel jungle lay the rotten core of Willam Yates' empire — stolen fortune, buried crimes, and the whispers of betrayal that tore my family apart.

I clenched my fists, my claws retracting with a light snap.

"Reclaiming Willam's fortune..." I muttered. "Not for him. Not even for vengeance. But for her. For mom."

She gave everything... and Willam discarded her like a failed investment. And now, his mistress and that half-blood snake Andrew enjoy a life they never earned.

I pulled out the small black ledger I'd stolen from the Yates Mansion weeks ago. It wasn't just filled with numbers—it was soaked in blood.

Shell companies. Offshore accounts. Fake investments.

All under Willam's name. But what caught my eye the most?

'Jennings Trust – Silent Backer'

Transferred by: Yvette Jennings

Value: $300.2 million

"...So she really did fund his fall," I whispered, brows furrowing. Did she know? Or did he fool even her?

I sighed, leaning back against the steel railing. The city felt heavier tonight.

"First step—track the offshore accounts. Cut the pipelines. Then..."

I pulled my phone and opened the encrypted link to the dark web.

"I need to leak this to the financial board. Expose Andrew. Collapse their lifeline."

If Willam wanted to play king, I'd burn down his throne with receipts.

"Then I'll get mom's art back. Her shares. Her name. All of it."

My voice dropped low, but my resolve was fire.

"I'll build a new empire—not from Willam's legacy, but from what he buried."

I slipped the ledger back into my coat and turned away from the edge.

The Alpha Beast doesn't just fight monsters in the shadows.

He hunts demons in suits too.

And I was just getting started.

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Location: Underground hideout beneath a closed cybercafe in Pudong, Shanghai.

I sat at the desk, dual monitors flickering with encrypted code and tracer programs. The air was thick with old dust, cold steel, and my own brewing rage.

"Alright," I muttered, cracking my fingers, "time to track down where the bastard buried the skeletons."

I plugged in the stolen Yates ledger, rerouted through five dummy VPNs, and activated my Hunter's Protocol — a stealth algorithm I built using the memories from my past lives as a war tactician and financial assassin.

[Initiating Trace... Target: Jennings Trust > Shell Corp Transfer Node]

[Searching... Connected to: NovaCap Limited – Bahamas]

[Sub-chain Found: FalconRise Ventures – Luxembourg]

[Hidden Branch Access Detected – Encrypt Code: MNT/BLUE04]

"Got you..." I narrowed my eyes, watching the tangled web of shell companies unravel.

Willam had been clever. FalconRise was a façade — completely legal on the surface. But through a dummy board member named Marcus Doyle, the funds were laundered into military tech contracts and black market real estate deals in East Europe.

"Let me see who Marcus really is..." I whispered, tapping keys faster than lightning.

[Marcus Doyle – deceased in 2017]

[ID currently used by: Andrew Yates]

My breath hitched.

"That smug, spoon-fed, half-blood coward's running daddy's offshore empire in a dead man's name?"

I leaned back, letting out a soft laugh. "Willam taught his son everything. Except subtlety."

[New Route Discovered]

Destination: Azure Horizon Bank, Dubai – Account ending in 9117

Estimated Holdings: $112 million USD

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Bingo.

With this much info, I could freeze the accounts. Not just freeze — I could reroute it. Drain it slowly through micro-donations to Owen's hidden charitable accounts that fund orphanages shelters.

Justice through humiliation.

But that wasn't all.

I noticed something strange—another line from the Jennings Trust, redirected toward a private estate fund in Vienna. The account was still active... and it wasn't under Willam's name.

It was under... Yvette Jennings.

"...Did she know?" I frowned. Was she willingly backing Willam, or was she played too?

Before I could jump to conclusions, the system beeped again.

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[Coordinates Logged]

[Dubai, Luxembourg, Bahamas — Priority Nodes]

[Ready to deploy Black Chain virus to drain and erase Willam's trace?]

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I stared at the blinking option.

"Not yet," I said. "I want him to see it fall. Piece by piece."

I stood, pulling my jacket on and adjusting my mask.

"Next stop—Luxembourg," I muttered.

"Time to pull the first thread."