Reborn in 2014: A One-Man Tycoon

The sound of the cleaver slicing through the air reached Prince's ears even before Viscount Joe's screams.

The second severed finger landed on the polished marble floor.

And just like that, it rolled right up to Prince, who was kneeling on the ground, not far in front of him.

The splattered blood droplets, like shattered rubies, gleamed eerily under the light.

Viscount Joe's wails had changed, now mixed with pleas for mercy and curses.

The former aristocratic arrogance was crushed into dust by the bone-chilling fear.

He reached out his hand to Prince, tears streaming down his face:

"Father! Save me! I don't want to die!"

His father was someone he once looked up to.

From a young age, he regarded his father as an invincible figure.

I'm used to consulting my father whenever something happens.

Even things that seemed like the biggest problems to him could be easily solved by his father.

Prince's heart bled as he listened to his son Joe's cries for help and his screams.

His fingernails dug deep into his palms, but he was completely unaware.

He watched as blood gushed from his son's wrist, the color of which resembled a venomous snake.

It felt as if it could seep into his heart through the cracks in the floor.

Meng Chuan stood just two steps away, as if he had done something insignificant.

"Do you want to continue?"

Meng Chuan dusted off non-existent dust, his tone as calm as if he were discussing the weather.

“Your son still has eight fingers and ten toes. I can let you count the parts of his body as they slowly disappear. Or, you can sign now, and at least he can have a whole body.”

Meng Chuan's words were gradually eroding the psychological defenses of Joe and Prince.

The former is out of fear, the latter out of heartache.

"You devil!"

Prince's voice was hoarse, like sandpaper scraping, as he stared intently at Meng Chuan:

"The glory of the Rothschild family will never end in such a humiliating way!"

"glory?"

Meng Chuan suddenly smiled and bent down to pick up the silver thorn from the ground.

The poisoned blade twirled between his fingertips:

"When you paved the railway with the bones of black slaves, did you not think of glory? When you sold opium in the colonies, did you not think of glory? When you manipulated wars to profit from national disasters, did you not think of glory? Prince, your glory has long rotted in your vaults; now it's nothing but a fig leaf."

"What do you think would happen if I used this silver needle to stick it into your son's fingernail?"

Meng Chuan examined the silver dagger in his hand.

Such punishments were not uncommon in ancient times.

But this kind of scene is the most likely to be imagined.

The more you imagine, the greater your fear will become.

Upon hearing this, Viscount Qiao's fear was amplified to an extreme.

His whole body convulsed uncontrollably.

"I'll sign! I'll sign for him! You can have all the assets! Please, just kill me..."

Joe was truly devastated.

He would rather die than endure such torment.

"You are not eligible."

Meng Chuan gave him a cold glance before his gaze returned to Prince.

Prince looked at his son's deathly pale face, then at the Deadpool corpses scattered all over the floor.

Those loyal guards who had followed the family for decades were now lying scattered on the ground.

Blood soaked through the expensive Persian carpet.

Prince finally realized the gap between his son and Meng Chuan.

He knew Meng Chuan wasn't lying; the ruthlessness in this young man's eyes wasn't feigned.

That was the resolute determination to crawl out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

Unlike his son, whom he raised in a greenhouse and who prides himself on only calculating personal gain.

"Paper and pen."

Finally, Prince uttered two words, and the last trace of stubbornness in his voice was completely extinguished.

The Green Gang members immediately handed over the documents and pens that had been prepared beforehand.

The terms of the transfer agreement are simple and straightforward:

All movable property, immovable property, equity, trust funds and intangible assets under the Rothschild family shall be unconditionally transferred to Meng Chuan personally, and shall have nothing to do with any third party.

Prince's hand trembled violently, the pen tip hovering over the signature area, hesitant to fall, while Viscount Joe's sobs lashed at his back like a whip.

"Think carefully, this isn't for me, it's a ransom to buy your son's life."

Meng Chuan's voice carried an undeniable sense of pressure.

Prince finally trembled as his pen touched the paper.

Prince seemed to hear his family's centuries-old legacy crumble in that instant!

Prince, after signing his name, seemed to have exhausted all his strength.

He could no longer lift his hand to sign.

It felt like being weighed down by a thousand-pound burden, hanging heavily on my knees.

Meng Chuan picked up the agreement, carefully reviewed it, and handed it to Ruan Shengnan behind him after confirming that it was correct.

"Keep it."

Then Meng Chuan looked at Prince again, a hint of amusement in his eyes:

"This agreement alone is not enough."

Prince looked up abruptly, a hint of wariness flashing in his eyes.

"What else do you want?"

Prince was somewhat hysterical.

Because he has nothing left now.

He couldn't understand what Meng Chuan wanted from him.

"Do you think the whole world would believe that the Rothschild family would willingly give away 50 trillion in assets to an Asian?"

Meng Chuan walked to the window, pulled back the heavy curtains, and saw that the sky outside was already turning white, with the morning sun piercing through the clouds.

But the morning light that streamed in could not dispel the gloom in the hearts of Prince and his son.

“They will only say that I used coercion, that I am a robber, and that the jackals eyeing this piece of meat will pounce on me immediately and tear me apart in the name of ‘justice.’ So we need a story, a story that everyone can believe.”

Prince's expression shifted, and he gradually understood Meng Chuan's intentions.

Meng Chuan not only wanted to seize the assets that Rothschild had accumulated over hundreds of years.

They also need to make this plunder "legitimate".

"What do you want me to say?" he asked in a deep voice.

"It wasn't me who said it, it was you."

Meng Chuan turned around, and a video camera appeared in his hand, its lens pointed directly at Prince.

"You must tell the whole world that it was someone who wanted to take over the Rothschild family, and that I saved you."

"You transferred all your assets to me out of gratitude."

"I believe that with His Excellency Prince's status and abilities, he is capable of understanding what I mean."

Prince certainly understood what Meng Chuan meant.

He certainly had countless methods and means to make this gift legitimate.

But he was still unwilling to give up!

However, once you die, all your resentment will vanish.

Moreover, Prince believed that even if he didn't cooperate...

Meng Chuan could also make this gift seem reasonable.

"I can cooperate with you, but I have one condition."

Prince remained silent for a long time before finally speaking again.

"Speaking of which, although I, Meng Chuan, am not exactly a good person, I am still a person of my word. As long as the conditions are not too unreasonable, I am still very likely to agree."

Meng Chuan said magnanimously.

“I have another child, who was just born last week. We can both die, but I hope you can save my child.”

As Prince spoke, seemingly worried that Meng Chuan might refuse, he quickly added:

"Don't worry, this child was just born, and none of this has anything to do with him. You just need to help me protect him and let him grow up safely. He won't know anything about our grudges."

"I just hope that my bloodline doesn't end. Is that too much to ask?"