241: Chapter 242 The Deep-Waters Monster Who Surpasses All the Major Financial Conglomerates!

Just as the undercurrents at the round table were boiling over and the four apex predators were about to bare their fangs and tear into each other,

"Click."

Behind the round table, a hidden metal door that blended perfectly with the wall was pushed open silently from the outside.

A man wearing a pure black bespoke suit, devoid of any superfluous accessories, walked in slowly.

His pace was measured, and every movement he made carried an elegance that seemed etched into his very bones.

The man ignored the four oligarchs at the round table who were at daggers drawn, walked straight through the narrow gap, and stood firmly directly opposite Shen Du.

"I am Victor, of the Black Forest Club."

The man bowed slightly, his deep eyes gazing at Shen Du across the round table, and slowly spat out the last two words:

"Duke."

He did not bother to consult the four European giants beside him at all.

He bypassed all the tedious commercial probing procedures and spoke in a tone that settled the matter once and for all:

"Regarding your concession, on behalf of all of Europe, I thank you for your generosity."

Duke Victor let his hands hang naturally at his sides, cutting off all subsequent tug-of-war with extreme dominance:

"Today's meeting ends here. I, representing all four parties, fully agree to the profit distribution ratio you proposed."

He tilted his head slightly, sweeping a cold glance over the four "power holders" who were frozen in place.

Then he looked at Shen Du again, his tone carrying the unquestionable posture of a superior:

"As for how the remaining seventy percent of the profits should be carved up, that is an internal European distribution matter, and it is not something that should trouble you further."

Duke Victor stepped aside half a step, made a standard "please" gesture, and directly issued the order to clear the room:

"Please, Mr. Shen, return to the guesthouse to rest first. Get some rest and prepare for the upcoming cooperation meetings with the various governments."

As Duke Victor's understated yet absolutely forceful words fell, the round-table conference room, which had been filled with a thick scent of gunpowder and was on the verge of a shootout the next second, instantly fell into a death-like stagnation.

Shen Du remained in his seat, his gaze like a sharp scalpel, quickly sweeping over the four people in front of him.

The moment Victor announced his name, he clearly caught the finger holding the cigar of Heinrich twitching violently.

Paul van der Berg's pupils contracted violently at a speed visible to the naked eye, despite his usual composure.

And Arthur and the arrogant Jean-Pierre, who had just been frantically calculating how to launch a financial strangulation, were like people whose necks had been tightly gripped by a tangible giant hand, the greed in their eyes completely replaced by an intense, overwhelming fear.

These four top oligarchs, who controlled the vast majority of Europe's lifeblood, actually did not have a single person who dared to raise even half a word of objection to Victor's direct act of overstepping his authority and flipping the table.

They sat stiffly in their chairs, their breathing becoming restrained.

No nonsense; this was absolute class suppression.

Although Shen Du did not know what kind of terrifying trump card this "Duke Victor" held, through the micro-reactions of these four wolves who were as silent as house dogs, he had already obtained a definite answer:

This man who called himself Duke possessed power that absolutely overrode all the consortiums present.

Once he nodded, this distribution concerning the global semiconductor landscape had become an unchangeable ironclad law.

"Since Duke has spoken, then the matters in this room truly have nothing to do with me anymore."

Shen Du had no desire to explore the internal power struggles of Europe.

He stood up cleanly and decisively, straightened his suit hem slightly, and gave a tiny nod to Duke Victor.

Then he turned around and strode toward the explosion-proof metal door that had already emitted a hydraulic unlocking sound.

As for what kind of bloody profit-sharing would break out among these five people after that door closed behind him, it was no longer something Shen Du needed to worry about.

His strategic goal for this trip had been completely achieved.

Accompanying the dull closing sound of the explosion-proof door, Shen Du just stepped into the cold light illumination area of the security passage.

Shen Hong and Honorary Vice President Yan Feng, who were guarding outside, immediately greeted him like two cheetahs ready to strike.

Shen Hong keenly scanned the closing door crack, his brows furrowed slightly, and immediately lowered his voice:

"Did the talks collapse? Why did you come out so quickly?"

"No."

Shen Du stopped, turned to look at Honorary Vice President Yan Feng, and threw the name out directly:

"Duke Victor, does your intelligence network have a file on this person?"

"Who?!"

The moment he heard this name, as a veteran agent who had spent years wandering on the front lines of overseas intelligence networks, Honorary Vice President Yan Feng's body functions made an extreme stress response even before his brain.

"Clang!"

Without any hesitation, Honorary Vice President Yan Feng's right hand violently pulled open his jacket, instantly locking onto the draw lock of the tactical holster at his waist.

And his left hand was already pressed tightly against the emergency satellite signal transmitter on his chest, which could directly call for armed helicopters to carry out fire coverage.

On his rock-hard face, a rare, undisguised tension surfaced.

"He came too? That's impossible!" Honorary Vice President Yan Feng stared fixedly at Shen Du, his breathing even experiencing a brief stagnation.

Shen Du did not speak, just quietly watched Honorary Vice President Yan Feng, waiting for him to spit out the intelligence hidden in the deep waters.

After a full dozen seconds, Honorary Vice President Yan Feng swallowed hard with extreme difficulty, forcing his wildly beating heart down, his voice as tight as a drawn bowstring:

"Duke Victor... That is not an ordinary noble title. He is a true 'old monster' in the deep waters of European power. He is one of the architects of the foundational rules for all of Europe over the past three centuries!"

Honorary Vice President Yan Feng grabbed Shen Du's arm, his fingers turning white from excessive force, a fierce light in his eyes indicating he was ready to fight for his life at any moment:

"He came forward to refuse you to continue talking?!"

"Calm down, Honorary Vice President Yan Feng."

Facing Honorary Vice President Yan Feng's defensive state as if facing a great enemy, Shen Du was not infected by his emotions.

He raised his hand and patted Honorary Vice President Yan Feng's shoulder, which was as tense as an iron block, steadily.

"His appearance did not refuse anything."

Shen Du's voice was exceptionally steady in the empty corridor, recounting what had just happened in the most concise language:

"On the contrary, he fully endorsed the three-seven profit distribution plan I proposed. He only did one thing: he turned the question of how to carve up the remaining seventy percent of the profits into an internal problem for them to solve behind closed doors."

This sentence was like a command to forcibly lift the alert.

Honorary Vice President Yan Feng's fingers, which were tightly locked on the satellite signal transmitter, finally loosened.

He let out a long breath of turbid air.

His entire body's tense muscles suddenly relaxed, even causing his body to sway slightly due to the ups and downs of his emotions.

"Phew... That's fine then."

Honorary Vice President Yan Feng wiped the cold sweat that had instantly seeped from his forehead, his voice still carrying a trace of the luck of surviving a disaster:

"As long as that old monster nodded in person, this deal is nailed down. There is absolutely no one or any force in all of Europe that dares to have the possibility of going back on it. Even if they fight until their brains leak out, they have to swallow it themselves."

But the relaxation only lasted for half a second before Honorary Vice President Yan Feng's instinct as a veteran agent regained the upper hand.

He vigilantly looked around at the cold concrete walls, immediately stepped sideways to block Shen Du's side, and lowered his voice:

"Since the result is obtained, we must withdraw immediately. It's too remote here. The entire Valhaus Fortress is completely out of our line of sight. In a place like this, I always feel it's a serial killing trap that will eat people at any time."

"Let's go."

Shen Du did not drag his feet.

Guarded closely by the two, he strode toward the apron outside the fortress, leaving the bloody storm behind that door completely behind him.

For the next half month, time was compressed to the limit by Shen Du.

There were no extra toasts, no meaningless static pleasantries, only efficient profit settlements.

With thunderous momentum, Shen Du traveled between major European countries.

Bypassing all red tape, he completed cooperation signings with over ten core European power holders.

When the last top-secret agreement was finalized in Berlin, Shen Du did not stay for a moment.

The motorcade roared to change fields, stepping onto the customized Gulfstream G650ER private jet that had long been waiting on the runway.

Accompanying the violent roar of the engines, the private jet pierced through the clouds, leaving the European continent, which had already been boiling with undercurrents and fallen into crazy infighting, far behind.

A few hours later, the Gulfstream private jet smoothly entered cruising altitude at nine thousand meters.

Below the porthole was the Middle East corridor, where wars were fought all year round and forces were intertwined.

In the cabin, Shen Du was lowering his head to read the encrypted briefing in his hand.

Honorary Vice President Yan Feng, sitting opposite, also rarely relaxed his nerves that had been tense for half a month, leaning back in the spacious airline seat to close his eyes and rest.

However, at this very moment, a sudden change occurred!

"Beep—"

In the cockpit, there was absolutely no conventional radar lock warning.

There was only the desperate long wail emitted by the airborne radar when it captured the close-in physical entity in the last fraction of a second.

The thick clouds below were instantly torn apart by a violent force.

An anti-aircraft missile, fired from an unknown location and having completely evaded all electronic detection, dragged a scarlet and deadly tail flame, biting into the tail of the private jet with an accuracy that should have been impossible!

"Boom—!!!"

The deafening explosion instantly swallowed the entire cabin.

The huge sound of metal tearing caused ear-splitting pain, and the tail engine disintegrated instantly in the firelight.

Accompanying the terrifying sense of weightlessness and the crazily plummeting cabin pressure, the blinding red alarm light flashed crazily in less than a second.

At this unprepared nine-thousand-meter altitude, a fatal death trap descended with a bang!