Reborn in 2014: A One-Man Tycoon

"You are crazy!"

Upon hearing Prince's plea to save his own son, Joe, the eldest elder trembled with rage and roared, pointing his finger at Prince's nose:

"You want us all to die! Just to save your son? You're using us and our descendants as sacrifices!"

The entire council of elders was filled with excitement.

If Prince said that everyone present must die.

They might not be that excited yet.

After all, if they all died, it would indeed allow some of the collateral branches of the clan to live better lives.

But Prince wanted to protect Viscount Joe, so they had to question Prince's motives.

Moreover, this is unreasonable.

Joe was a viscount appointed by the monarch.

This is definitely a Rothschild direct descendant.

He can be considered a world-class celebrity.

His continued existence would certainly provoke even greater anger and lead to accountability.

It is even more detrimental to the survival of the tribe.

"The family needs someone to take charge, and it has nothing to do with him being my son."

Prince said in a deep voice.

As the heir, Joe began to get involved in the management of the family many years ago.

He has absolute authority to dispose of some of the family's assets.

At the same time, with him around, he can command all the collateral relatives.

Therefore, Prince truly had no selfish motives.

Faced with absolute righteousness and the life-or-death situation of the family.

Prince, as the patriarch, was relatively righteous.

If he had a choice, he wouldn't want to die.

However, even if they survive, they will spend the rest of their lives in prison.

This is not a life that Prince can accept.

Moreover, besides enduring imprisonment, they live a life where...

It could also expose the entire family to greater legal liability, and could even result in the confiscation of all assets.

It would be better to die a quick and painless death, so that I can take away the greatest amount of responsibility.

It can preserve the family line and retain a portion of their wealth.

"You're talking nonsense. I can see that you're clearly abusing your position for personal gain. As the clan leader, you've failed to be impartial, and our council of elders has the right to remove you from your position as clan leader."

The oldest elder slammed his fist on the table and shouted.

He was the younger brother of the previous patriarch and also Prince's uncle.

He usually wields considerable power within the family.

Even Prince usually gives him some face.

This is why he dared to directly threaten Prince.

"recall?"

Prince's expression suddenly turned cold, and a hint of murderous intent flashed in his eyes:

"When you were embezzling the family's wealth and needed me to cover it up for you, why didn't you say you wanted to dismiss me? Now that someone needs to take responsibility, you start crying injustice?"

Prince, abandoning his usual aristocratic refinement, said in a chilling tone:

"Considering that many of you are my uncles and elders, I will grant you some dignity. You may leave your last words, each take responsibility for your share of the black account, and then commit suicide!"

Someone has to take responsibility.

For example, to instigate a war between nations, someone must step forward to take responsibility and then commit suicide out of guilt.

There are also cases of exploiting the financial systems of various countries, bribing high-ranking officials in those countries, and others that require accountability.

This is also the time for the family to give these elders their last bit of support after supporting them for so many years.

"Don't think about it."

However, this time it was Duke Luca who was the first to raise objections.

As the second son, Duke Luca still held considerable prestige.

He didn't care whether or not he was on the elders' council.

He was more concerned about himself.

As the second master, he possessed a great deal of wealth.

He's only in his sixties; he's still young.

He could easily escape to some countries, live under an assumed name, and still enjoy a carefree life.

Although it lacks much of the glamour and social status.

But he can still live a very comfortable life.

He wouldn't bear to die.

"A bunch of parasites."

Prince's face darkened, and a murderous intent emanated from him:

"From the moment you stepped into this hall, it was destined that you would sacrifice yourselves for the family. Make your move."

As soon as he finished speaking, the hidden doors on both sides of the hall suddenly opened.

A dozen or so men in black suits filed in.

Upon seeing these people, everyone present was filled with fear.

Because they know very well what kind of people these are.

They are all house-raised, kept dead servants.

Moreover, they were all Prince's absolute personal guards, the elite of the elite.

"Do not……"

Everyone, including Duke Luca, screamed and panicked.

However, those Deadpools didn't give them a chance to beg for mercy.

Their movements were lightning fast, and the silenced pistols in their hands emitted faint flashes of light.

Screams immediately filled the entire hall.

The elders who had been arguing just moments before were now lying in pools of blood. Duke Luca tried to reach for the gun at his waist, but a bullet pierced his wrist with pinpoint accuracy, followed by his forehead.

Even Viscount Qiao was deathly pale at this moment.

Startled, he retreated repeatedly, squatted on the ground, and instinctively closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, only he, his father, and a dozen or so expressionless Death Servants remained in the hall.

It wasn't until Prince personally helped him up from the ground that this happened.

Viscount Joe finally snapped out of his daze of fear.

"Father...Father, has it really...come to this?"

Viscount Joe was always proud to be a member of the Rothschild family.

The Rothschild family, which was once glorious and envied by countless people, has now fallen to this state.

“Joe, you should know that cutting off my arm to save my life is my only way out, Rothschild.”

Prince, with his usual refined smile, said:

"In fact, neither the law nor public anger are our biggest threats."

"What truly threatens the survival of our Rothschild family are the powerful figures around the world who are implicated in the conflict."

"Our deaths are the best explanation for them."

"If we live, we will only face even greater wrath from them."

As he spoke, Prince pulled a file folder with a gold-embossed cover from his pocket:

"This is the 'Butler List.' One hundred and twenty-seven Deadpools. They are not assassins, but businessmen, lawyers, professors... with legal identities and companies in more than fifty countries around the world. Transfer your liquid assets to them at one-tenth of their value. Remember, make it look like a normal transaction and leave no trace."

It's definitely not possible to preserve all assets.

Some important companies or assets may be seized and confiscated by various countries.

However, some branches or subsidiaries can transfer funds between their own offices.

For the time being, let these "officials" hold it.

Once the storm passes, it will fall back into Rothschild's hands.

This is the key to the future rise of the Rothschild family.

"Father……"

Joe's eyes turned bloodshot.

But Prince raised his hand to stop him.

At the same time, Prince placed the cane he was holding, which was also the scepter symbolizing the patriarch of the Rothschild family, into Joe's hand.

The jewels on the scepter were hard against his palm; Joe held it in his hand, and it felt heavy, like a branding iron.

“From this day forward, you are the patriarch of the Rothschilds. Go to Switzerland, live under the name 'Alfred,' and wait for the storm to pass…”

Joe's tears welled up, and he tried to say something, but Prince pressed down on his shoulder.

"Don't speak, just listen."

Prince's voice became hoarse:

"Survival is more important than anything else..."