Reborn in 2014: A One-Man Tycoon

Anna looked at the child being led by the sixth brother.

Her little face still bore traces of wet tears, her lips trembled but she dared not cry out again.

The blade at his neck carried a chilling aura.

But this pain was nothing compared to the suffocating feeling of having her heart squeezed – a fear she had never experienced on countless brushes with death.

This time, Meng Chuan had her only weakness.

It was the only warmth she had left after she shed her killer persona.

"Master Meng Chuan."

Anna's voice finally dropped all pretense, tinged with a barely perceptible sob:

"you win."

Shadow Butterfly withdrew her short sword slightly by half an inch, giving her room to breathe.

Anna slowly raised her hand and tremblingly removed the pumpkin mask from her face.

She revealed a pale yet still beautiful face.

Anna, once a powerful figure in the underworld, now only sees the vulnerability of a mother in her eyes.

"I can die."

Anna looked directly into Meng Chuan's eyes and said, word by word:

"But my child is innocent."

Meng Chuan gave a cold laugh:

"Innocent? From the moment he became a descendant of Prince, he was already caught in this vortex. However..."

Meng Chuan changed the subject:

“I have no interest in torturing children, and I certainly don’t want to use such methods to force you to talk.”

Anna took a deep breath, as if making some kind of sacrificial decision.

“I can tell you everything about Prince’s plan.”

Her gaze swept over the child's small hand clutching the hem of Lao Liu's clothes, her voice extremely low:

"He orchestrated a grand scheme during his lifetime, aiming to revive the Rothschild family after his death. As far as I know, he prepared six 'sparks,' scattered around the world and protected by different squads of assassins."

Meng Chuan raised an eyebrow slightly:

"Six? Haha, they really have a lot of offspring. They really don't put all their eggs in one basket."

"The remaining five were all dead the day after Prince died."

Anna's voice was completely flat, as if she were talking about something that had nothing to do with her.

This is the killer's instinct; indifference to the lives of others is ingrained in their very bones.

“They are obstacles. My child must be the sole heir, otherwise the wealth, connections, and these warriors left by Prince will be divided up.”

Meng Chuan was not surprised.

To climb to the position of a ring holder in an assassin organization, being soft-hearted is always a luxury.

"What about Deadpool's side? For example, Fate, does he have any other bloodlines under his protection?"

Meng Chuan asked tentatively.

Because Fate said he was responsible for the safety of the three children.

Meng Chuan was eager to know if what Fate said was true.

"do not know."

Anna shook her head:

"The 'literary' and 'military' Deadpools are two separate entities. We only report directly to Prince and rarely exchange information. Fate, that 'money bag,' might know something, but he would never tell me about this kind of 'knife.'"

Anna was speaking when she suddenly realized something.

The fact that Meng Chuan was able to ask Fate shows that Fate is already like her.

She finally understood why Meng Chuan had followed her here.

It turns out that Fate had already submitted to Meng Chuan.

Perhaps she was already exposed when she asked Fate for money.

The young master of the Green Gang, now the leader of the gang, is indeed no ordinary person.

But things have come to this point.

As intelligent as she was, she no longer held any hope for tenses.

She untied a black leather pouch from her waist and took out a dark silver ring from it.

The ring is engraved with intricate patterns and has a dark red gemstone set in the center.

It looked like congealed blood.

It is also somewhat similar to the scepter in Meng Chuan's hand.

"This is a precept."

She held the ring in her palm, raising it high:

"With it, I can command all the martial servants. They are bound by the precepts, not by person. Even I cannot command them without it."

This is what makes Deadpool's training so valuable.

Meng Chuan took the ring, and when his fingertips touched the gemstone, he could feel a slightly cool texture.

Weighing the ring in his hand, Meng Chuan suddenly called out softly to the dark night sky:

"Blood Rakshasa".

As soon as he finished speaking, a soft rustling of clothes came from the shadows in the corner of the factory.

A figure appeared like a ghost, its steps so light as to make no sound.

It was the Blood Rakshasa.

Her face was exactly the same as Yingdie's, only her eyes were colder, like the edge of a blade tempered with ice.

She is the master of the Thousand-Faced Asura Hall, a top assassin whose name is known but whose face is never seen in the martial arts world.

Even many members of the Green Gang were unaware that she had been secretly working for Meng Chuan.

"This ring is yours."

Meng Chuan tossed the ring to her.

Blood Rakshasa caught it steadily, her fingertips tracing the patterns on the ring.

A sharp glint flashed in his eyes.

"The Thousand-Faced Asura Palace happens to be short of manpower on the perimeter. I will properly 'train' these martial assassins."

As the leader of the world's number one assassin organization, managing these assassins is a piece of cake for her.

"Now, it's time to talk about your business."

Meng Chuan turned to Anna, his gaze falling on her still tense shoulders:

"I don't want your life, but I can give you back your child."

Anna looked up abruptly, her eyes flashing with disbelief.

"But there are conditions."

Meng Chuan continued:

“You continue as the new godfather of the Mafia. I will have the Green Gang fully assist you in eliminating internal opponents and ensuring you secure your position.”

Anna blurted out almost immediately:

"Aren't you afraid of me..."

Anna never had any hope of living.

Because if it were her, she would never let Meng Chuan live either.

Only the dead are the safest.

Meng Chuan smiled faintly and shook the scepter in his hand:

"If you think a mafia group can make you feel safe enough to betray me, you can try it."

Meng Chuan wasn't worried at all about her turning against him.

The wealth of the Civilian Death Servants is no longer as intimidating as that of the Military Death Servants.

Meng Chuan didn't take a mere mafia group seriously.

Meng Chuan is now the leader of the Green Gang.

The Thousand-Faced Asura Palace also listened to his every word.

All the Deadpools trained by the Rothschild family also came into Meng Chuan's hands.

Meng Chuan can now be considered the uncrowned king.

Right now, he wants to find someone, or kill someone.

As long as a person is still on Earth, they cannot escape Meng Chuan's grasp.

Thus, Anna had no choice but to remain loyal to him.

Anna, being a shrewd strategist, understood immediately.

This is an open strategy, designed to make her willingly submit.

She lost the power ring and control over the martial arts assassins, and was no longer qualified to compete with Meng Chuan.

"I understand."

Anna walked to the child's side, and Lao Liu let go of her hand at the right time.

The child immediately rushed into her arms, crying out "Mommy".

She held the child tightly, feeling the warm little body in her arms, and all her sharpness subsided.

The next second, Anna, holding the child, slowly knelt down in front of Meng Chuan, her forehead almost touching the ground.

"Anna, I am willing to serve my master."

Her voice carried a resolute submission, devoid of any of her previous resistance:

“From now on, the Mafia is a sharp blade in the master’s hand, and my life and death are entirely in the master’s hands.”

Meng Chuan looked at the woman kneeling on the ground.

He was once Prince's most trusted leader among the Deadpool.

Now, for the sake of their children, they are willing to put away all their claws and teeth.

This is perhaps the contradiction of human nature.

Even the coldest ice will melt when it meets the flames of family love.

"Get up."

Meng Chuan waved his hand:

“Take the child back. Within the Mafia organization, anyone who dares to object will be killed.”

The Mafia is, after all, the second-ranked organization.

In the future, we can still entrust them with some of the dirty and tiring work.

Anna stood up, holding the child, gave Meng Chuan a deep look, and then turned and walked away quickly.

Her shadow stretched long in the moonlight.

At this moment, she was no longer the lone assassin.

Instead, she was a mother desperate to get her child out of danger...