Reborn in 2014: A One-Man Tycoon

“Meng Chuan, the day my Rothschild family regains its glory will be the day your Green Gang collapses.”

Viscount Joe roared almost hysterically.

He wasn't that angry about losing to anyone.

Meng Chuan, this nouveau riche, must have gotten lucky out of nowhere.

He was taken in as a disciple by Fifth Master.

He simply couldn't accept that they were just "lower-class people" relying on their status as the young master of the Green Gang.

Even Viscount Qiao, who was used to remaining calm even when Mount Tai collapsed in front of him, was completely broken down at this moment.

"Heh, not putting on that aristocratic act anymore?"

Unlike Viscount Qiao's hysteria, Meng Chuan smiled nonchalantly:

"You can't reason with people like you, and I never intended for you to understand anyway."

As Meng Chuan spoke, his expression suddenly turned grim:

"As for whether the Green Gang will disintegrate or not, I don't know, but I know you definitely won't live to see that day."

“Prince, I respect you as the head of the clan and can give you face. I just don’t know if you want that face.”

Prince's expression changed, but he quickly recovered.

As the head of a clan, he certainly possessed far greater self-control than Viscount Qiao.

After all, he is a man who has weathered many storms.

He already had a general idea of ​​Meng Chuan's intentions.

"Meng Chuan, do you really think you can eat up such a big piece of cake as the Rothschild family by yourself?"

Prince said in a deep voice.

He knew that Meng Chuan wanted his entire family's assets.

However, Meng Chuan, oblivious to his own fate, was the only one eyeing the Rothschild family's assets.

It's safe to say that no one in the world could possibly acquire all of Rothschild's assets by himself.

The only result is dividing the cake.

Whoever dares to take the whole cake away becomes the enemy of the whole world.

Even for families like the Warburg and Morgan, which are equally powerful and have ancient traditions, this is not the case.

It's impossible, and I certainly wouldn't dare to keep it all to myself.

Because ants can kill an elephant.

No one dared to defy public opinion.

"Whether I can eat or not is none of your concern. I'm just asking you, don't you care about your dignity?"

The reason Meng Chuan was talking so much nonsense with Viscount Qiao and Prince was because...

This is the moment we've been waiting for.

If Prince is sensible, Meng Chuan wouldn't mind letting them leave with dignity.

If Prince doesn't know his place, the Green Gang will have ways to make him realize it.

Prince fell silent.

Joe, however, was getting a little anxious.

He would rather feed all the family's wealth to the dogs.

They didn't want to give Meng Chuan the benefit either.

Just as Viscount Joe was about to say something...

"Joe, take the scepter and go!"

Prince suddenly roared and overturned the table, lunging at Meng Chuan.

Two poisoned silver thorns popped out from the cuff.

This was his last chance, even if it meant risking his own life for his son's survival.

Joe gritted his teeth, gripped the scepter, turned, and rushed toward the side door.

But before he could run two steps, he was blocked by two burly men from the Green Gang.

Immediately afterwards, a large number of gunshots rang out outside the hall.

It turned out that Meng Chuan had already arranged for a large number of snipers to lie in ambush outside.

As the situation changed, almost all the Deadpools present were riddled with bullets at the same time.

In the entire hall, apart from Meng Chuan and a small number of Green Gang members protecting Meng Chuan's safety, there was no one else present.

Only Prince and Viscount Joe remained alive.

Viscount Qiao may appear gentle and refined, but he is actually quite capable.

He roared and swung his scepter, trying to force his way out.

However, the Green Gang easily seized the staff – those seemingly ordinary strong men were all masters of internal martial arts.

Especially compared to a spoiled rich kid like Qiao, who only practices taekwondo in his spare time?

He was knocked to the ground in no time.

As for Prince, he overturned the table, wanting to fight Meng Chuan to the death.

But in front of Meng Chuan, he didn't even have a chance to fight back.

Because Meng Chuan's personal strength is far superior to those Green Gang experts.

"boom!"

Meng Chuan sidestepped Prince's silver spike and kicked Prince straight in the chest.

Prince felt as if he had been struck by a powerful force, as if he had been hit by a heavy hammer.

Silver Thorn fell to the ground with a clatter, and he slammed heavily against the wall.

Upon landing, he spat out a mouthful of blood; he didn't even have the strength to stand.

He stared at Meng Chuan in horror.

In fact, Prince was no ordinary person either.

After becoming the clan chief, he gradually faded from the public eye.

Despite remaining behind the scenes, he actually began to immerse himself in cultivation.

One reason is for health and wellness.

On the other hand, it is also out of consideration for their own safety.

Even when facing his most elite Deadpool, he could hold his own for a few rounds.

But in front of Meng Chuan, he was completely powerless to fight back.

Has the young master of the Green Gang really become this powerful?

He was brave and resourceful, and he had always tried to think highly of Meng Chuan, but he still underestimated him.

Meng Chuan walked up to the limp Prince and half-squatted down.

There was not a trace of pity in Meng Chuan's eyes.

"If you are willing to transfer all the assets of the Rothschild family to me as a gift, I can give you a respectable deal."

As Meng Chuan spoke, he pointed to Viscount Qiao, who was being escorted by Green Gang members and kneeling on the ground not far away, and said:

"Otherwise, you'll just have to watch helplessly as your proud son is torn to pieces."

Meng Chuan would never show mercy to these ruthless capitalists.

When thousands of stocks hit their daily limit down, how many people jumped off rooftops?

How many families around the world have suffered the ravages of war because of them?

Many children don't even have a sip of clean water or a bite of healthy food.

It can be said that the Rothschild family's assets exceed $50 trillion.

It was all built up with the countless bones of people all over the world.

If Meng Chuan really made them live as widows, he would think that would be too good for them.

"you dare?"

Prince's face flushed red as he angrily rebuked him.

He had grown accustomed to the feeling of being high and mighty.

What he couldn't stand most was Meng Chuan's kind of threat.

"You see if I dare to chop off one of his fingers."

Meng Chuan suddenly stood up and shouted.

As Meng Chuan spoke, one of the Green Gang's strongmen who was escorting Qiao spoke up.

He pulled out a machete from behind his back.

He swiftly and decisively struck, without a moment's hesitation.

They chopped off one of Viscount Joe's fingers.

"what!"

When had Viscount Joe ever suffered such torment?

Born with a silver spoon in his mouth, he is not very good at enduring hardship.

But the bloody scene still terrified both him and Prince.

"Qiao, Meng Chuan, give us, father and son, a quick death! Just kill us!"

Prince roared at Meng Chuan.

He is not afraid of death.

Now he knows he can't save his son.

But his son can die.

But as a father, he couldn't bear to see his son being tormented like this by Meng Chuan in front of him.

"You can't even handle this? You've never watched the news on TV!"

Meng Chuan looked down at Prince:

"Look at all the human tragedies in the Middle East, aren't they all worse than your son losing a finger?"

Meng Chuan then roared again:

"Break off another one of his fingers."