Reborn in 2014: A One-Man Tycoon

With a shout from the emcee, Meng Chuan took a step forward.

The red carpet beneath my feet gleamed with a warm glow under the lights.

The guests on both sides lowered their heads and even breathed softly.

When they reached the platform, the eight swordsmen knelt down on one knee to greet them.

The ghost-headed saber slammed to the ground with a clang, its blade gleaming with a chilling aura under the lamplight.

"Wash your hands!"

The emcee spoke again.

Yingdie personally carried the copper basin forward, which contained water mixed with flower petals.

Meng Chuan reached into the water, and as soon as his fingertips touched the surface, he felt a warm sensation.

At this moment, thousands of eyes were all on Meng Chuan.

Meng Chuan has seen his share of ups and downs.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Meng Chuan remained calm and composed as he washed his hands.

After washing her hands, Blood Rakshasa stepped forward, holding a black robe.

The appearance of Blood Rakshasa left no one knowing who she was.

However, because she and Yingdie looked so alike, one black and one white, many people took a second look.

Blood Rakshasa draped a long robe over Meng Chuan.

The collar and cuffs of the robe were embroidered with silver cloud patterns.

The back features a painting of the Yangtze River embroidered in gold thread.

The stitches are so fine that even the patterns on the waves are clearly visible.

This is an imitation of ancient monarchs, symbolizing the unification of the world.

As Meng Chuan put on his long robe and tied a jade belt around his waist, a deep drumbeat suddenly resounded in the auditorium.

Three long and two short were the signal that the Green Gang was "opening its incense hall".

Eight knife-wielders rose and stood on either side, while the guests below the platform lined up in three rows according to seniority:

The people in the front row were the leaders of each temple, all wearing black mandarin jackets.

The middle row consisted of strong members of the Green Gang, all dressed in black suits.

It represents majesty and absolute power.

The people in the back row were representatives of the newly emerging forces, and they looked rather reserved.

"Incense!"

The emcee's voice rang out again.

Two young men in blue cloth shirts stepped forward carrying an incense table with three nine-foot-long sticks of sandalwood on it.

The rising smoke from the cigarette added a touch of solemnity to the atmosphere.

Meng Chuan accepted the incense and bowed three times and kowtowed nine times before the plaque.

Then, seemingly casually, Meng Chuan inserted the sandalwood incense stick in his hand into the incense burner.

All movements were fluid and seamless, completed in one go.

Meng Chuan inserted the incense at the perfect angle, precisely the "stabilizing needle" style, the most difficult part of the Green Gang's "three bows and nine kowtows" ceremony.

Immediately, many members of the Green Gang present gasped in shock.

As the saying goes, the layman sees the spectacle, while the expert sees the details.

The "stabilizing needle" posture in the "three bows and nine kowtows" requires the knees not to touch the ground while maintaining the arc of the kowtow ritual.

When the arms are drawn in circles in front of the chest like anchors to stabilize the sea, they create a flow of air, causing the incense ash to linger three inches from the tip of the nose without falling.

Each bend was precisely timed to coincide with the intervals between pulse beats.

This conforms to the ancient ritual of counting kowtows.

It also subtly resonates with the human body's rhythms.

This requires the person performing the ritual to have extremely precise control over their body.

It is said that even Fifth Master could only barely complete it back then.

But they couldn't achieve the perfection that Meng Chuan did.

This made many of the Green Gang leaders present have even more awe for Meng Chuan.

"Read out the gang rules!"

The emcee was stunned for several seconds before he reacted.

Yingdie walked to the side of the stage, unrolled a roll of yellowed silk, and read aloud in a clear voice:

"First, you must not betray your master or ancestors; second, you must not defy your superiors; third, you must not collude with foreign traitors... Anyone who violates these ten precepts will be executed by three cuts and six holes, and expelled from the mountain gate!"

With each sentence read aloud, Meng Chuan would shout "Follow the rules!"

After reading the gang rules, Zhan Qi stepped forward, holding an ebony box.

When opened, it contains a brass token with the character "令" (command) engraved on the front and wave patterns on the back.

"This is a troop mobilization order,"

The tokens of the Seven War Generals are presented with both hands:

"Whoever holds this order shall be obeyed by all the brothers of the thirteen branches of the Green Gang."

The ring on Meng Chuan's hand merely symbolized his status as the young master.

Or perhaps he is the heir to the Green Gang.

But this troop deployment order is the true symbol of his identity.

The moment Meng Chuan received the token, a synchronized sound of swords being drawn suddenly rang out from below the stage.

All the Green Gang members drew their short knives from their waists, pointed them downwards, and planted them on the ground, causing the gold brick floor to vibrate and hum.

This is the highest honor of the Green Gang, "recognizing the master on the mountain of knives," which means that from now on, one will follow Meng Chuan's lead.

Alice looked at Meng Chuan, who was full of confidence on the stage, with eyes full of admiration.

Of course, many people present noticed something amiss.

For example, William and others who were quite familiar with the Green Gang.

Because so far, there are very few strong members of the older generation in the Green Gang.

Especially the most famous Prince Fu, and the most eccentric Prince Bi.

These two key figures of the Green Gang were surprisingly absent from the ceremony.

Logically speaking, they shouldn't be absent from such an important occasion.

The ceremony was drawing to a close, and according to custom, the new troupe leader was to bestow blessings.

Meng Chuan, holding the troop mobilization order, only made some perfunctory remarks.

From beginning to end, no explanation was given regarding Prince Fu and Prince Bi.

After the ceremony, it was time for the joyous handover of leadership.

Meng Chuan also saluted each person according to etiquette.

After playing around, Meng Chuan showed signs of being unable to hold his liquor.

After apologizing to those present, he slowly left the scene.

Meng Chuan, who had retreated backstage, was suddenly confronted by Bi Wang.

"We found out. The people protecting that baby were almost all former Rothschild family assassins."

Bi Wang lowered his voice and said to Meng Chuan:

"Logically speaking, Deadpool is a servant who obeys orders, not people. If all the people in charge die, Deadpool will be free."

"But these Deadpools are still carrying out orders, which means there's clearly someone controlling them."

In training Deadpool to ensure absolute loyalty, certain symbols or tricks are usually set up.

All you need to do is hold the talisman and they'll be fine.

This is also to make it easier for various families to pass on the Deadpool legacy.

For example, Prince once handed over the scepter representing the patriarch to Joe.

But now the scepter has fallen into Meng Chuan's hands.

Logically, no one should be able to control those Deadpools anymore.

In other words, Prince still has a backup plan.

"Is it possible to find out who it is?"

Meng Chuan asked, frowning.

"I captured a Deadpool, and from him I learned that someone had a ring and ordered them to protect the baby. But I don't know who it is!"

"That's what King Bi said."

Meng Chuan was taken aback and looked at Bi Wang with some surprise.

Perhaps only King Bee could pry information out of Deadpool.

One can only imagine the immense pain that Deadpool must have endured to reveal this information to King Bi.

"Is the person still alive?"

Meng Chuan asked.

"He's still alive. I brought him back."

"That's what King Bi said."

Meng Chuan did not understand Bi Wang.

The reason why King Bi was so fearsome was that those he wanted to kill did not live long.

And those who don't want to die can't die easily.

"Take me to see it."

Meng Chuan thought for a moment and then whispered a few words in Ying Die's ear.

"Please come with me."

Bi Wang nodded and said.

While leading the way, he said:

"Everything has been arranged for your return to China, and the troupe leader can go back at any time."

"Okay, hard work."