Prison Guard with Supernatural Abilities

As Lin destroyed the fifth chapel with frozen sacraments, the warden's encrypted message burned his retina: "Level 23 financial riot. Contain immediately."

He kicked open the trading floor door to find the NASDAQ bleeding.

Twenty-seven Armani-clad werewolves were mauling Bloomberg terminals. With every 100-point Dow drop, an inmate's shock collar detonated. The alpha wolf slid off his Rolex, revealing subcutaneous blockchain tattoos: "Heard you feast on probabilities? Let's play."

A paw slammed on crude oil futures charts. Every candlestick morphed into barbed whips. When steel sliced Lin's cheek, the system pinged:

[Financial Panic Peak Detected]

[Hybrid Devour Mode Unlocked: Short Fear/Long Greed]

"All-in," the alpha's pupils shifted to dollar signs, "you won't survive Fed rate hike."

Lin licked blood off his lips, slapping his badge on the holographic exchange: "Then I bet—"

Probability Warp surged as the Charging Bull materialized behind him.

"—your heart crashes tonight."