Reborn in 2014: A One-Man Tycoon

Inside the first-class cabin of a Boeing 747, a sea of ​​clouds churns outside the porthole.

Meng Chuan, however, had no interest in appreciating it.

My finger slid across the tablet, and a video of Meng Zhili practicing horse stance was playing on the screen—the little guy's legs were shaking like leaves, but he kept his lips tightly shut and refused to make a sound.

"Young Master, this child has quite a stubborn streak."

Blood Rakshasa handed Meng Chuan a cup of warm water.

She wore a white dress, and even though she was already a father, she still exuded a delicate beauty.

Anyone who didn't know her would never dare to associate her with the identity of the master of the Thousand-Faced Asura Palace.

Yingdie sat quietly on the other side, her fingers flying across the laptop screen, monitoring encrypted communication channels within the United States in real time.

Both the Blood Rakshasa and the Shadow Butterfly's children are growing up.

There are people specifically looking after it.

Meng Chuan's trip to the United States is fraught with crisis.

They insisted on going along.

Otherwise, they wouldn't feel at ease.

"I just don't know how talented he is. We'll have to wait and see how his training goes. To be honest, I'd rather he be mediocre."

Meng Chuan sighed and said.

If Meng Zhili's talent in ancient martial arts is average.

He won't have to work so hard anymore.

They only need to practice some simple martial arts skills, just like the children of the meritorious members of the Green Gang.

The focus is on developing skills.

That way, he can suffer much less.

Of course, this also meant that he was destined not to achieve greater success within the Green Gang.

He could live a life of comfort and happiness as a "prince"!

"Hehe, my husband's child might just bring us a surprise!"

Blood Rakshasa laughed.

Blood Rakshasa's child is almost three years old.

Although no systematic training has been conducted to test his talent.

However, her child, Meng Zhining, is only a girl.

They can start speaking at six months and walk at eight months.

She always felt that her daughter, Meng Zhining, was different from other children.

Therefore, she was quite looking forward to it.

"My lord, the Mafia is making a big fuss. Bull's men have already sealed off the Godfather's mansion."

As they were talking, Yingdie spoke up.

She hasn't worked in a long time.

Having the rare opportunity to return to Meng Chuan's side, she immediately switched into workaholic mode.

She immediately reported the news that came from the United States to Meng Chuan.

"Looks like the bulls are in a hurry!"

Meng Chuan shook his head and said.

The more anxious the bull is, the more dangerous it is.

Because the Rothschild family would never allow him to take over.

Even if Corey's death was truly an accident, Rothschild would not allow him to control the Mafia.

Just then, Yingdie's satellite phone rang.

Yingdie paused for a moment, then her expression changed drastically.

"The bull was assassinated in the funeral parlor!"

She lowered her voice and spoke to Meng Chuan.

The call just now was made using encrypted voice communication, a feature of the Green Gang.

Even if someone intercepts the conversation, they won't be able to hear the meaning at all.

However, Yingdie can translate it easily.

"How are people?"

Meng Chuan frowned.

"The informants acted in time. The three men disguised as the Undertaker were killed on the spot. Bull was stabbed twice in the left arm, but none of the wounds were fatal, and he is out of danger."

Meng Chuan tapped the armrest lightly with his fingertips:

"Has the assassin's identity been confirmed?"

"Initial investigations suggest it was one of Anna's trusted confidants, but the methods were too crude, making it seem like they deliberately let themselves be discovered."

"This is interesting."

Meng Chuan pondered for a moment, his gaze drifting to the window, where the azure sea could be faintly seen through gaps in the clouds:

"Looks like someone's eager to muddy the waters!"

Even Meng Chuan couldn't figure out who this person was.

It might be Anna; if she can kill the bull, all the better, but if she can't, she won't lose anything.

Even if she is suspected, she can explain it as framing someone.

It could also be the Rothschild family.

The same principle applies: whether or not it can be killed is irrelevant to it anyway.

It could even be the Bulls themselves.

This way, he could frame Anna and garner support from her.

Of course, we cannot rule out the possibility that there are other people who are even more deeply hidden.

Everything became even more confusing.

More than ten hours later, the plane landed at an airport in the United States.

At the end of the VIP passage, Ruan Shengnan stood in a smart white suit, her long hair neatly styled in a bun.

Seeing Meng Chuan approach, she gave a slight bow:

"Little Lord."

Compared to her youthful awkwardness when they last met, Ruan Shengnan now exudes a more composed demeanor.

After Chen Yiyi's difficult childbirth, she received a lot of attention from Meng Chuan.

As the saying goes, "When the ruler has certain preferences, the people will surely follow suit."

Without Meng Chuan even having to say a word, Prince Fu and Ying Die promoted her to the position of deputy head of the Dark Hall.

Currently, the main task is to take over the Dark Hall's intelligence affairs in the United States.

"Tell me in the car."

Meng Chuan walked first toward the black Lincoln parked outside the jet bridge.

Inside the bulletproof car, Ruan Shengnan handed over an encrypted document bag:

"Corey's medical examiner's report is out. On the surface, it is indeed a heart attack, but trace amounts of aconitine were detected in the stomach contents. The dose is not enough to be fatal, but it can induce potential heart problems."

"Slow poisoning?"

Blood Rakshasa raised an eyebrow.

"It's more like long-term medication causing the heart to gradually fail."

Ruan Shengnan pulled up the records on the tablet:

“Corey has been complaining of heart palpitations frequently for the past six months, and his private doctor has been treating him for ordinary heart disease. We checked his medication records and found that this substance was mixed into an imported nutritional supplement, and the supplier is a subsidiary of Rothschild.”

Rothschild's businesses are very diverse, covering a wide range of sectors.

There are companies that specialize in researching nutritional supplements.

Moreover, it has a good reputation.

"The financial backer of the Mafia is Rothschild, so it's reasonable for Corey to use products from Rothschild's companies. This cannot be considered conclusive evidence."

Meng Chuan spoke up.

“Young Master is right, but yesterday’s assassination attempt was too deliberate. If Anna wanted to kill Bull, she wouldn’t have used such a clumsy method.”

Ruan Shengnan said.

Meng Chuan looked out the car window at the bustling street:

"Roszeld is trying to use someone else to do his dirty work, Anna is trying to distance herself from the situation, and the Bulls...maybe they're just putting on an act."

Meng Chuan seemed to be talking to himself as he said:

"Now all the clues are pointing to Rothschild, which is not right. If Rothschild really wanted to drug Corey for a long time, we wouldn't have found out so easily."

Ruan Shengnan added:

"After Bull's assassination, his gang was already gathering men and threatening to massacre Anna's territory. A bloody battle between the two sides was imminent."

For mafia groups, violence is the best way to solve many problems.

If it weren't for Rothschild keeping things under control...

They might have already started fighting.

They can take action without any evidence.

"Have your informants keep a close eye on the Bulls' movements, especially his private contacts with Rothschild."

Meng Chuan stuffed the photo back into his bag, his eyes sharpening:

"Aconitine is just the trigger; the key to unraveling this game lies in who killed Corey."

"Investigate! Investigate every single one of his meetings over the past three months, especially those 'private meetings'."

"It is the young master."

Ruan Shengnan nodded.

Then start the car.

The Lincoln silently merged into the traffic and drove into the depths of Manhattan's Chinatown in the night.