Reborn in 2014: A One-Man Tycoon

The iron door to the basement closed slowly behind me.

Keep out the pungent smell of blood.

Meng Chuan tightened his grip on the scepter slightly, the coolness of the scepter seeping through his palm.

Yet, he still couldn't suppress the turbulent waves surging in his heart.

Prince has been running this business for so many years; the breadth and depth of his schemes are terrifying to contemplate.

When it comes to cunning tactics, this is the first time Meng Chuan has ever admired someone so much.

"Young Master, we should return to our country first..."

While Meng Chuan was pondering, Bi Wang suddenly spoke.

The United States is currently a hotbed of trouble.

Tonight is the best time to retreat.

Because Trump clearly let his guard down.

But as Meng Chuan stood under the emergency lights in the corridor, his face was cast with flickering light and shadow.

Those deep eyes were now filled with struggle.

"No, I'm not going back."

Meng Chuan's voice carried a hint of determination.

King Bi was taken aback:

"The troupe leader?"

Yingdie also looked anxious.

Because the plans have already been arranged.

The United States is no longer a place to stay.

"Can't go."

Meng Chuan slowly turned around:

"If someone as capable as Fite is Prince's mole, who knows how many other tricks that old fox has up his sleeve?"

Meng Chuan looked down at the family crest carved on the staff. The intertwined serpentine pattern seemed to come alive, flicking its tongue and staring at him.

During this period, Meng Chuan acquired almost all of the Rothschild family's wealth.

This is not a simple dispute over interests; it is a blood feud.

How could someone as vindictive as Prince possibly swallow this insult?

“We robbed him of his money, seized his territory, and now even the scepter symbolizing family power is in my hands…”

Meng Chuan's voice grew softer and softer:

“I cannot leave this potential threat to the Green Gang brothers to bear together.”

King Bi's expression also turned serious.

He had followed Fifth Master all over the country for many years and had seen countless conspiracies and tricks.

But he had never seen a layout like Prince's before.

If it were him, he would also agree with Meng Chuan's actions.

However, this involved Meng Chuan's safety, so he had to hesitate.

"Alright, stop thinking about it. I won't be able to sleep peacefully until I figure out what happened with Fate."

Meng Chuan smiled, his eyes suddenly turning sharp:

“Prince was able to make Fate the leader of the Deadpool, and he held the power bracelet. Fate knew the core strategy.”

"Shadow Butterfly".

Meng Chuan raised his voice.

Yingdie immediately stepped forward.

Dressed in all black, she stood out starkly from the eerie atmosphere of the basement.

"Boss."

Yingdie said respectfully.

"Check Fate's whereabouts. I need to know where he is right now. I want to see him tonight."

Meng Chuan speaks extremely fast.

"Yes."

Yingdie nodded and lightly tapped the miniature communicator with her fingertip:

"We'll give you the results within five minutes."

Meng Chuan nodded and turned to Bi Wang, saying:

"Go and make arrangements to keep a close eye on that Deadpool and make sure he doesn't make any mistakes. Also, notify Zhan Qi to lead a team of elites. There will definitely be Deadpool monitoring Fate, so we must ensure Fate's safety."

As Deadpool #1053 just said.

Each of the civil assassins is monitored by a military assassin.

They also have the right to act first and report later.

Meng Chuan certainly didn't want to see the dead Fate.

"clear."

Bi Wang responded and left, his heavy footsteps fading into the distance in the corridor.

The elevator slowly ascended, and the mirror reflected Meng Chuan's pensive face.

He recalled Deadpool's certainty when he mentioned Phoebe earlier.

I recall that stock market guru's ever-present gentle smile in public.

Who would have thought that the old man, renowned worldwide for his value investing and respected even by political leaders from various countries, was now a figure of such influence?

It turns out to be a literary assassin kept by the Rothschild family?

What lies behind this is probably more than just Prince's ambition.

How much unknown power does a force that can make the Philippines so willingly submit possess?

Furthermore, Meng Chuan strongly suspected that all of this was aimed at him.

Or rather, it's aimed at anyone who dares to touch the Rothschild family's wealth.

"Teacher, we've found it."

Yingdie's voice pulled Meng Chuan back from his thoughts:

"Fate is currently at his private estate. He has no public activities tonight. There are twelve bodyguards on guard around the estate, all of whom are retired Navy SEALs. There are moles, but the exact number is unknown."

Meng Chuan raised an eyebrow:

Did he meet anyone tonight?

"No. The surveillance footage shows that he stayed at the manor from 5 p.m. onwards, and the butler only brought him dinner once during that time."

The power of the Green Gang's intelligence system is evident.

Meng Chuan did not hesitate:

"Let's go immediately."

"Yes."

At five o'clock in the morning, the sky was just beginning to lighten.

Fitt's private estate was shrouded in a hazy morning mist.

The dewdrops on the lawn refracted tiny rays of light.

Everything seemed peaceful and serene.

Meng Chuan and Ying Die bypassed the surveillance cameras and sneaked in from the dense forest behind the manor.

Meng Chuan knew that Bi Wang was also lurking in the shadows.

Meng Chuan's safety is what King Bi values ​​most.

Shadow Butterfly had already used jammers to disable all electronic devices, and the heavily armed bodyguards were now completely blind, unaware of the intruders.

As for hidden agents, there are very few people in this world who can discover Shadow Butterfly and King Bi.

The lights in the main house were still on, and the curtains in the study on the second floor were slightly ajar.

You can vaguely see an elderly figure sitting at a desk, holding a document in his hand, seemingly reviewing something.

"That's it."

Yingdie whispered, pointing to the window on the second floor.

Meng Chuan nodded, then leaped up and landed silently on the balcony railing like a cheetah, before turning and entering the study.

The study was filled with the smell of cigars and old books, and an elderly man with gray hair was standing with his back to the door.

Hearing the noise, he slowly turned around.

It was Fate.

Fate was clearly stunned the moment she saw Meng Chuan.

The hand holding the pen paused slightly, and a drop of ink smudged onto the document, creating a small black dot.

His gentle smile froze, and a hint of panic flashed in his eyes.

There aren't many people in the world who don't recognize Meng Chuan's face.

Fite was even more aware of Meng Chuan's true identity.

It's fair to say that the person Fate least wants to see right now is Meng Chuan.

But his panic was only momentary, and he quickly regained his composure.

He even gave a perfectly timed smile:

"Master Meng, your presence is an honor. This old man has been rude..."

Before he finished speaking, his gaze fell on Yingdie behind Meng Chuan.

When he saw the black scepter in Yingdie's hand, his pupils suddenly contracted!

The pigeon blood ruby ​​refracted an eerie light in the morning glow.

Extraordinarily dazzling.

The serpentine emblem on the staff seemed to possess some kind of magic, causing Fate's breathing to become rapid instantly.

His body leaned forward instinctively, his knees bent slightly, almost kneeling down.

That's an instinct for submission ingrained in one's very bones.

However, he reacted quite quickly.

He quickly regained his balance.

"It is my honor that such a busy man as Mr. Fett can still recognize me."

Meng Chuan walked to the desk, placed his hands on the tabletop, and looked at him with a half-smile.

Fate snapped back to reality, forced herself to sit up, and forced an unnatural smile onto her face:

"Master Meng is at the height of his career now, and I, this old man, should have gone to congratulate him in person, but alas, these old bones of mine are not spared by the passage of time!"

Fitt paused for a moment, then got straight to the point:

"I wonder what brings Master Meng here so late at night?"