938: Chapter 933 You're Greedy

The girl looked at the hand Shen Yan extended.

That hand was slender, clean, and powerful.

It was like a straw seen by a drowning person.

She tremblingly extended her small hand, covered in wounds and dirt, and placed it into Shen Yan's palm.

Shen Yan held her hand, used a little force, and pulled her up from the ground.

"From today on, no one can bully you again."

Just then, the back kitchen door was kicked open again.

This time, it wasn't thugs who entered.

It was a group of white men wearing black suits and sunglasses.

The leading blond man glanced at the mess on the floor, and finally locked his gaze onto Shen Yan.

"Mr. Shen."

The blond man's French carried a heavy American accent.

"I am George, the security consultant for the T&T Group stationed in Europe."

"Hand over the girl in your hand to us."

Shen Yan paused his movement; he turned around and shielded the girl behind him.

T&T Group.

It was one of the main culprits behind the current blockade of Deep Space.

It seemed the American intelligence network wasn't entirely useless; they had tracked down this location too.

It was just that they were one step too late.

"What if I say no?"

Shen Yan lit a cigarette, the flame flickering in the dim back kitchen.

George smiled, revealing a set of stark white teeth, and the men in black behind him simultaneously drew their weapons.

"Mr. Shen, I know you have considerable influence in Huaxia."

"But this is the 13th arrondissement of Paris."

"A person dying here is as common as a rat dying."

"Our boss is very interested in this girl, or rather, in her dying grandfather."

"Hand over the person, and you can leave alive."

The atmosphere instantly solidified to freezing point.

Chen Guangke and the bodyguards quickly raised their guns in confrontation; in the narrow space, the smell of gunpowder was about to erupt.

Alice, hiding behind Shen Yan, shivered. Although she couldn't understand what they were saying, her instincts told her that these people were ten thousand times more terrifying than the landlady from before.

She wanted to pull her hand back, not wanting to implicate this kind person, but Shen Yan's palm held her tightly like iron pincers.

"George, is it?"

Shen Yan exhaled a ring of smoke, the haze obscuring his face.

"Has the stock price of the T&T Group not plummeted miserably enough these past few days?"

"Do they still have spare money to hire a bunch of trash like you?"

George's expression darkened.

"Since you refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit, don't blame me for being impolite."

"Move!"

George gave the order.

But before his men could even pull the trigger,

A deafening sound of propellers suddenly came from outside.

A huge rush of air, carrying rainwater, poured in through the broken windows.

Immediately following that was a cold warning from a loudspeaker.

"Everyone inside, listen up!"

"This is the private armed force of the Rothschild Family!"

"You are all surrounded!"

"Drop your weapons immediately!"

George's face instantly turned pale.

Rothschild?

Wasn't that legendary old Pierre almost dead?

How could he appear in such a godforsaken place?

Shen Yan smiled.

He glanced at his phone screen.

The email sending status displayed: Delivered.

Recipient: Pierre Rothschild.

Attachment content: A photo of his granddaughter, along with the location.

Just ten minutes ago, as soon as he landed, Shen Yan had already sent this big gift.

He never fought a battle unprepared.

"Mr. George."

Shen Yan threw the cigarette butt to the ground and crushed it under his foot.

"It seems the rat dying here today is not me."

Outside the bar, powerful spotlights illuminated the night as if it were daytime.

Over a hundred fully armed mercenaries had sealed off the entire street.

An extended Lincoln stopped at the entrance of the bar.

The car door opened, and a thin old man sitting in a wheelchair was pushed out.

The old man's face was covered in age spots, the kiss marks left by the Grim Reaper.

But at this moment, a flame named hope burned in those cloudy eyes.

Pierre Rothschild.

The last underground emperor of Europe.

He had arrived.

George and his men were dragged out like dead dogs by the Rothschild Family's guards.

In France, offending the Rothschilds was even more terrifying than offending the President.

The back kitchen fell silent.

Old Pierre was pushed in.

When he saw the little girl hiding behind Shen Yan, covered in dirt,

This old man who controlled billions in wealth instantly burst into tears.

"Alice..."

"My little Alice..."

The girl trembled violently upon hearing that name.

Sealed memories were like shattered glass, stabbing at her brain.

She looked at the old man, her lips trembling, and uttered the first syllable in ten years.

"Grand...pa..."

Though hoarse, though faint,

It was the most beautiful sound in the world.

Old Pierre reached out a trembling hand and pulled the girl into his embrace, sobbing loudly.

Shen Yan stood to the side, quietly watching this touching scene of reunion between grandfather and granddaughter.

He was not a philanthropist.

All of this was a transaction.

But he didn't mind doing a good deed incidentally during the process of the transaction.

After a long while, Old Pierre calmed his emotions.

He wiped his tears and looked at Shen Yan.

That pressure belonging to a top predator returned to the old man.

"Young man, you have saved the future of the Rothschild Family."

"What do you want?"

"Money? Status? Or a noble title?"

Shen Yan shook his head.

He walked up to the old man, bent slightly, bringing his gaze level with Old Pierre's.

"I don't want money."

"I want 51% of the shares in Gaul Rare Earth Mining."

"And all of the Rothschild Family's sales channels in Europe."

Old Pierre's pupils contracted sharply.

A lion's big mouth.

This was demanding half of his life.

"Young man, you are very greedy."

"You must know that the price offered by the Americans was much more generous than yours."

"Furthermore, how do I know if you have the ability to hold onto these shares?"

Shen Yan straightened up and adjusted his collar.

"Because the Americans want your mine to maintain their hegemony."

"And I want to create a new era."

"Mr. Pierre, you should have seen the news."

"Since Deep Space can eliminate communication latency,"

"It can ensure your family remains at the pinnacle of the world in the next century."

"Or..."

Shen Yan pointed outside the door.

"You can choose to refuse, and then watch the T&T Group slowly devour your family's assets, just as they swallowed up their other competitors."

"After all, besides me, no one can stop their greed."

Old Pierre fell silent.

He looked at Shen Yan, as if looking at a young and strong Lion King.

That confidence, that aura of controlling everything,

Reminded him of his younger self.

After a long pause, Old Pierre extended his withered hand.

"It's a deal."

"Also, young man."

"Although this is a transaction, I still owe you a favor."

"In the future, if anyone in Europe dares to touch you, it means declaring war on the Rothschilds."