Reborn in 2014: A One-Man Tycoon

"I'd like to know, you've taken out triple insurance for the Sun family, but I wonder if you've prepared enough coffins for them?"

Meng Chuan's words were like a sharp knife, piercing directly into Old Master Sun's heart.

The air in the living room seemed to freeze, and Sun Guan's face turned deathly pale instantly.

"Meng Chuan, what do you mean? I... I will definitely hand over the money I promised you."

Grandpa Sun's hand, which was holding the cane, began to go weak.

But the next moment, Meng Chuan waved his hand, and a man in black immediately came up carrying a box.

Then he tossed it, and the box rolled down in front of Old Master Sun.

Coincidentally, the box broke right at Grandpa Sun's feet.

A bloody head appeared before Grandpa Sun.

Upon seeing this head, even Grandpa Sun's pupils contracted.

Because this is a viper's head.

Viper just arrived in Shanghai yesterday and even personally visited Mr. Sun.

The task was given to him personally by Grandpa Sun.

No wonder Viper didn't answer his calls several times before.

Meng Chuan has already removed Viper's head; there's no way he could still answer the phone.

"I wonder if Grandpa Sun knows this person?"

Meng Chuan's voice was filled with murderous intent:

"Oh, right, there were two others who tried to arrest my girlfriend in the county town; I took their heads too."

Sun Guan, who was following closely behind Grandpa Sun, suddenly felt his legs buckle.

They've been exposed; all their plans have been exposed.

There are three layers of insurance. The first layer is Fifth Master, but there's been no news of him.

The second viper's head is right at your feet.

The third tactic was to threaten Meng Chuan's family members, who had already been killed by Meng Chuan.

Sun Guan now felt his neck was extremely cold.

"Meng Chuan, there must be some misunderstanding here..."

Sun Guan spoke, his voice trembling.

"Misunderstand?"

Meng Chuan suddenly raised his voice, startling Sun Guan.

"Heh, let's just consider it a misunderstanding! Right now, I'm the one who dislikes your Sun family, and I'm going to kill someone."

A murderous glint flashed in Meng Chuan's eyes.

Meng Chuan's anger was now almost driving him out of control.

He wanted to massacre the Sun family.

However, just as Meng Chuan was about to give the order to massacre...

"boom!"

Grandpa Sun's cane fell from his hand.

He knelt heavily on the ground.

She knelt down in front of Meng Chuan.

He slowly bowed down, making a gesture with his palms facing upwards.

"This is an ancient custom of the martial arts world: the bowing and clasping of hands. It signifies complete submission."

Yingdie whispered in Meng Chuan's ear.

The gesture of bowing and raising one's hands in greeting has been almost completely abandoned a hundred years ago.

A kind of etiquette similar to washing one's hands of one's profession in the martial arts world.

In ancient times, when someone washed their hands of their martial arts practice, they would invite fellow martial arts practitioners to witness the ceremony.

From then on, he no longer concerned himself with matters of the martial world, and all grudges and feuds in the martial world were settled.

The act of bowing and raising one's hands in salute also needs to be witnessed by fellow practitioners.

Using this etiquette signifies that the entire family or gang has completely submitted to the other side.

The power of life and death was completely handed over to the other party.

Once you betray them, you will be despised by your fellow martial arts practitioners.

This is why such etiquette is no longer used.

That's because the martial arts world today is not the same as it used to be.

Like a vow, it only has meaning when everyone keeps it.

It loses its value when no one follows or approves of it.

Take the Sun family for example, even if Old Master Sun used this ancient Jianghu etiquette on Meng Chuan.

Meng Chuan would never trust the Sun family.

Given the chance, the Sun family would definitely betray Meng Chuan again.

People's hearts are no longer what they used to be.

"Old man, do you think your kneeling will save a few lives in your Sun family?"

Meng Chuan looked at Old Master Sun kneeling in front of him and sneered.

"Reporting to Master, the Sun family will henceforth be your dogs. You may kill them at will, but we will not spare their lives."

Grandpa Sun spoke to Meng Chuan with great reverence.

"Dad! What are you doing?"

Sun Guan was completely dumbfounded.

Sun Guan is a second-generation member of the Sun family.

But he did not experience the most chaotic era.

Or rather, he had always been under the protection of Grandpa Sun.

Thanks to the lingering influence of Old Master Sun, he was not a truly qualified member of the martial arts world.

He could understand why Grandpa Sun knelt down and begged for forgiveness.

However, he couldn't understand why the old man suddenly called Meng Chuan "master".

"Heh, you're quite the opportunist. If I asked you to break your son's legs, could you do it?"

Meng Chuan sneered. He didn't believe a word Old Master Sun said, not even the punctuation.

"It's the master."

Grandpa Sun said expressionlessly.

Immediately afterwards, he picked up the cane that had just fallen to the side.

He glared fiercely at Sun Guan:

"Stretch your legs out."

"dad……"

Sun Guan felt a chill run down his spine because his father seemed so unfamiliar to him at that moment.

"Stretch out."

Sun Guan is over fifty years old, but at this moment he is as scared as a child.

But since Grandpa Sun had long held considerable power, he obediently stretched out his leg.

Grandpa Sun raised his cane high and smashed it down on Sun Guan's calf with all his might.

"Crack!"

broken!

However, it wasn't Sun Guan's bone that was broken!

It was actually Grandpa Sun's walking stick.

Although it wasn't broken, Sun Guan was still screaming in pain.

My calves were visibly red and swollen.

"Someone, bring me a stick!"

As Sun Guan screamed in agony, Old Master Sun, panting heavily, shouted loudly.

After all, he's getting old, and using that cane really wore him out.

The group of bodyguards, who had been staring in disbelief, hesitated before stepping forward.

He handed the baton-like object in his hand to Grandpa Sun.

"Dad! You're serious, Dad, no!"

Sun Guan was truly afraid.

Meng Chuan, however, watched coldly, showing no intention of stopping it.

"Hold him down."

"That's what Grandpa Sun said to the bodyguard."

The leading bodyguards hesitated.

But under Old Master Sun's fierce gaze, they still stepped forward and grabbed Sun Guan.

Ignoring Sun Guan's struggles and shouts.

Grandpa Sun remained expressionless throughout, giving the impression of putting righteousness before family.

"boom!"

This time, Sun Guan's shinbone was truly broken.

Because the sound of a bone breaking can be clearly heard.

This was abruptly interrupted, and the pain involved is unimaginable.

"Master, this old servant has completed the task."

Grandpa Sun knelt down before Meng Chuan again:

"This old servant will immediately issue a decree that the martial arts world of Shanghai will henceforth belong to the master. All assets under the Sun family's name will be transferred to the master's name."

Grandpa Sun was like a completely different person.

He became devoid of any emotion, at least not visible on his face.

Meng Chuan quietly looked at Grandpa Sun.

Meng Chuan remained silent, and no one in the entire hall dared to speak.

Even though Sun Guan was in excruciating pain, he desperately tried to hold back his breathing.

Grandpa Sun remained kneeling, not daring to move an inch.

Because he also knew that the fate of the Sun family was now truly in Meng Chuan's hands.

"There's no need for the Jianghu token. I have no interest in the Jianghu of Shanghai."

Much later, when many people felt that the entire Sun family villa was so oppressive that they could hardly breathe.

Meng Chuan then spoke:

“Shadow Butterfly, hand over the business to them. I don’t want fixed assets or shares; I want cash. Not a single penny can be spared.”