Reborn in 2014: A One-Man Tycoon

Bi Wang led Meng Chuan to the basement of the building via elevator.

Passing through several heavy iron gates, the room deep inside was filled with a strong smell of blood.

The scene was strikingly similar to the scene in the movie where Stephen Chow goes to invite the "Fire Cloud Evil God".

Even Meng Chuan couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine from the atmosphere of the dungeon.

The dead servant brought back by King Bi was slumped in the corner, covered in wounds.

His exposed skin was covered with whip marks and burns of varying depths.

His breath was so faint that it seemed as if it would cease at any moment.

His eyes were unfocused, and all that remained was his curled-up state of pain.

He only slightly moved his eyelids when Meng Chuan appeared at the door, but he didn't even have the strength to lift his head.

Bi Wang stood guard by the door and said in a deep voice:

"Master, the person is right here. This kid is tough as nails; it took half the night to get him to talk."

Meng Chuan didn't speak, but slowly raised his right hand.

Yingdie, who had been following closely behind Meng Chuan, immediately handed Meng Chuan something that looked like a cane.

It was the cane that Prince had always been using.

The scepter is entirely black, with a pigeon-blood ruby ​​set at the top.

It reflected an eerie light under the dim light.

The family crest engraved on the staff swayed gently with Meng Chuan's movements.

Almost the instant the scepter appeared, the previously dying Deadpool seemed to be struck by an invisible electric current.

His unfocused pupils suddenly contracted.

He made a strange hoarse sound in his throat and struggled to get up from the ground.

Despite the fact that the wounds on his limbs were torn and bleeding profusely.

But he still managed to make a dull thud by slamming his knee into the rough cement ground.

He knelt heavily, facing the scepter and Meng Chuan, who held it.

"Greetings... Master of the Scepter!"

Deadpool's voice was as hoarse as sandpaper.

Every word seemed to be squeezed out from the depths of his throat.

Yet it carried an undeniable air of submission:

"Your subordinate... 1053, awaiting orders!"

Meng Chuan looked at his suddenly fanatical eyes and understood.

This is the mark of loyalty that Deadpool has etched into his very bones.

Wherever the scepter is, there their loyalty will be.

He tapped his scepter lightly on the ground, making a crisp sound:

"Keep your head up."

Deadpool immediately looked up, despite his face being covered in blood.

His eyes shone with an astonishing light as he stared intently at the scepter, as if it were his faith and destiny.

"How many Deadpools like you are there?"

Meng Chuan got straight to the point, his voice calm yet carrying an undeniable authority.

Deadpool answered without hesitation:

"Reporting to Master, it exceeds ten thousand."

This number caused Meng Chuan's pupils to shrink slightly.

Although it was expected.

However, hearing it with his own ears still shocked Meng Chuan quite a bit.

Just as Prince Fu once said, out of ten thousand people, it might not be possible to cultivate a qualified Deadpool.

Truly one in a million.

How large a population would it take to train 10,000 Deadpools?

Even if the Rothschild family had special methods for training back then.

It would probably take millions of corpses to cultivate such a fortune of ten thousand.

Over 10,000 Deadpools, scattered all over the world.

If this force can be harnessed for one's own use, it is enough to shake up many existing structures.

Meng Chuan couldn't help but press further:

"Can you summon them all?"

"can!"

Deadpool's answer was decisive, and he then added:

“But it will take time. We are scattered all over the world. Some are infiltrating family businesses, some are stationed in secret locations, and some... are carrying out missions left over from back then. They are very well hidden. I need to pass on orders layer by layer using codes. It will take at least three months to gather half of them, and at least six months for all of them to be present.”

Meng Chuan nodded; he had expected this.

Sure enough, Prince, that old fox, has planted countless hidden traps over the years.

Even if we were to gather all the Deadpools, it would take half a year.

Even the Green Gang couldn't eradicate this force completely.

Meng Chuan took a deep breath, squatted down, and aligned his gaze with Deadpool's:

"Are there two types of Deadpool in Prince?"

A hint of surprise flashed in Deadpool's eyes, as if he hadn't expected his new master to know so much about the inside story.

He quickly replied:

"Yes! Deadpool is divided into civil Deadpool and military Deadpool."

"The Deadpool members are mostly top figures in their respective fields—Wall Street traders, politicians in Congress, presidents of multinational corporations... They are responsible for accumulating wealth and building networks for their families."

"Martial assassins are people like us, responsible for protection, assassination, and... monitoring literary assassins."

"Surveillance?"

"Yes. Civil assassins control too many resources, so it's inevitable that they'll harbor disloyal thoughts. One of our missions as martial assassins is to ensure their absolute loyalty. If a civil assassin shows any signs of defection, we can kill them on the spot without asking for permission."

Deadpool's tone was completely calm, as if he were talking about something perfectly ordinary.

Meng Chuan tapped the scepter with his fingertips and asked again:

"To command all the Dead Servants, this scepter is all you need?"

Deadpool shook his head:

“Not enough. The scepter is the supreme command, but the civil death servants have their tokens, the ‘scepter bracelet,’ and the military death servants have the ‘scepter ring.’ The scepter bracelet can mobilize all the civil death servants, and the scepter ring can command all the military death servants. Only when the scepter, the scepter bracelet, and the scepter ring are combined can all the death servants be completely convinced and execute orders without reservation.”

"Who has the power ring and the power bracelet?"

Deadpool's eyes dimmed:

"Quan Jie... I don't know. I've met Lord Quan Jie, but he always wears a mask. No one knows his whereabouts unless he comes out on his own."

Meng Chuan frowned.

The disappearance of Quan Jie remains a hidden danger.

Meng Chuan pressed further:

"What about the power bracelet?"

Deadpool's eyes flickered, and he hesitated for a moment before saying:

"I know who holds the bracelet. It's Fate. I've been monitoring him."

"Who?"

Meng Chuan thought he had misheard, and suddenly stood up, slamming his scepter against the ground with a loud thud.

His voice suddenly rose, filled with disbelief and shock:

"Who do you think has the bracelet? Warren Buffett?"

That's a very important figure in the global business world.

Renowned for his accurate investment acumen, he has consistently ranked among the top on the wealth list.

Even a single lunch of his can fetch an astronomical price, and countless people flock to it.

How could he be Prince's Deadpool?

And he's a key figure who holds the power bracelet?

Deadpool was startled by his sudden reaction, but still nodded firmly:

"It's him. Lord Fate is the leader of the Wen Dead Servants, and he has always kept the bracelet. Back then, Lord Prince personally ordered that all actions of the Wen Dead Servants must be in accordance with his authority."

Meng Chuan stood there, feeling a storm raging in his heart.

He had always thought that Fitt was a neutral business tycoon.

In fact, Fifth Master had collaborated with them quite a bit back then.

He was an important person with whom I had some connections.

Little did they expect that this seemingly unassuming old man was actually the Rothschild family's most deeply hidden pawn.

He still held the power bracelet that allowed him to mobilize all the Wen Death Servants.

This completely exceeded his expectations.

Bi Wang, standing to the side, also wore a solemn expression:

“Master, if this Fate really controls the power bracelet, then all these years…”

Meng Chuan raised his hand to interrupt him, took a deep breath, and forced himself to calm down.

He looked at Deadpool on the ground, his eyes sharpening once more:

Are you sure it's him?

"Your subordinate would never dare to deceive your master!"

Deadpool kowtowed repeatedly.

Meng Chuan fell silent.

Only Deadpool's heavy breathing and Meng Chuan's own heartbeat remained in the room.

Fate... this name forced him to re-examine all his previous plans.

After a long silence, Meng Chuan finally spoke, his voice carrying a hint of coldness:

"It seems we should go and meet this Lord Fate."