62: Chapter 62 Eight Hundred Years of Heritage! A Huge Profit of Two Million Five Hundred Thousand!

The underground bunker was filled with the acrid smell of gunpowder and blood.

Isabella looked up at the tall Eastern man before her.

The man wore a black tactical trench coat, his expression cold and stern, with one hundred steel mechs exuding a terrifying aura standing behind him.

Just moments ago on the surveillance monitors, she had witnessed with her own eyes how these mechs had instantly slaughtered hundreds of elite rebel soldiers.

"You were the one who sent the distress signal." Chu Feng looked down at her, his voice flat.

Isabella shuddered and hurriedly nodded.

She scrambled up from the cold concrete floor, her legs still trembling from fear.

Her gorgeous, classical European white dress was covered in dust, and the torn hem revealed a large expanse of fair skin.

Barefoot, she stepped onto the cold ground, her hands trembling as she held a cylinder made of pure gold above her head.

"Master... I am Isabella. This is the highest-level access key to the European Royal Family vault."

She was very clever; she had even changed how she addressed him to "Master" immediately.

Chu Feng did not reach out to take it. Evelyn, who had been following behind Chu Feng, stepped forward.

She took the pure gold cylinder from Isabella's hands and turned the combination lock a few times.

"Click." The cylinder popped open, revealing a special data drive embedded with diamonds.

"Master, it is indeed the highest-level key of the European Royal Family." Evelyn reported respectfully to Chu Feng, then turned her head to look at Isabella.

When Isabella saw Evelyn's face clearly, her azure eyes widened instantly.

"President Evelyn?" Isabella recognized this queen of Wall Street.

In the past, many of the European Royal Family's asset operations were conducted through the Morgan Consortium. They had met at top-tier banquets.

The former financial queen who once controlled trillions of dollars was now wearing a tight leather suit, following this Eastern man like a personal maid.

The last shred of royal pride in Isabella's heart collapsed instantly. If even Evelyn could only be a slave, what was she, a princess of a fallen nation, worth?

Isabella fell to her knees without hesitation. Her tattered white dress spread out on the dusty floor.

She bowed her body, letting her long silver hair spill onto the ground. "Isabella is willing to surrender everything. I only beg for Master to take me in."

Her voice was soft and delicate, filled with a submissiveness that showed she had completely accepted her fate. Chu Feng looked down at the humble silver-haired princess at his feet.

"Where is the vault?" "It is on the fifth underground level of this castle."

Isabella looked up, her azure eyes filled with obsequiousness. "The rebels attacked the castle just to force me to open the blast-proof elevator leading to the fifth underground level."

Chu Feng curled the corner of his mouth. It saved him the time of searching everywhere. "Lead the way."

Isabella scrambled up from the ground. Ignoring her bare feet, she walked in front to lead the way.

Her fair feet stepped on the rough ground, drawing tiny streaks of blood, but she gritted her teeth and didn't make a sound.

The group passed through the blood-soaked courtyard and entered the interior of the castle. At the end of the first-floor hall of the castle was a massive heavy-duty freight elevator.

Isabella walked to the elevator panel. She brought her eyes close to the iris scanner. "Beep—Verification passed."

Immediately after, Evelyn inserted the diamond data drive from her hand into the interface. The heavy metal elevator doors slowly slid open to the sides.

Chu Feng brought the two women and dozens of Clone Warriors into the elevator. The elevator descended rapidly, reaching the fifth underground level.

As the doors opened, an old metallic scent rushed towards them. There were no defensive mechanisms, as the European Royal Family's defense relied entirely on the armies outside and the top-tier combination locks.

Stepping out of the elevator, Chu Feng stopped. What came into view was a massive underground space the size of four football fields.

The gold here was not built into walls like the Freemasons, nor was it packed in boxes like Noahs Ark. Instead, it was cast directly into the shapes of pyramids!

Under the dim lights, dozens of golden pyramids stacked from standard gold bricks emitted a breathtaking metallic luster.

This was the entire fortune accumulated by hundreds of European countries through eight hundred years of colonial looting and generational accumulation.

In addition to the gold, the walls surrounding the basement were covered with world-class, out-of-print paintings. Any single piece taken out could fetch an astronomical price of hundreds of millions of dollars in the outside world.

In the very center were dozens of crystal display cases. Inside were the pure gold crowns of past kings and queens, and the diamonds and rubies embedded in them were each the size of a pigeon's egg.

Evelyn looked at the scene before her, her breathing rapid. Her chest, wrapped in the tight leather suit, heaved violently, almost bursting the zipper.

Although she had managed money, she had never seen such a massive physical treasure.

Isabella knelt at Chu Feng's feet. "Master. There is a total of eight thousand tons of physical gold here. There are also jewels and artworks passed down through the generations of the European Royal Family. Now, they are all yours."

Eight thousand tons of gold. Chu Feng's eyes lit up. This trip to the Atlantic was well worth it.

He strode forward and pressed his large hand directly onto the golden pyramid at the front. In his mind, the system notification sounded like thunder.

[Ding! Detected massive amount of high-purity physical gold (8,000 tons)!] [Ding! Detected massive amount of rare jewels, antique artworks, and historical crowns!]

[System is receiving all, and performing high-level conversion...] [Congratulations to the host for obtaining Wealth Points: 2,000,000! (Gold conversion)]

[Congratulations to the host for obtaining Wealth Points: 500,000! (Jewelry and antique conversion)]

Golden light flashed. The massive underground vault instantly became empty. Dozens of golden pyramids and all the crystal display cases, not even a speck of dust remained.

A full 2.5 million Wealth Points gained! Chu Feng immediately pulled up his system account. [Current total Wealth Points: 3,400,000!]

A massive sum of 3.4 million! This was an unprecedented and terrifying number.

Chu Feng could now completely buy an invincible fleet that could sweep the globe, or build a sci-fi fortress in Los Santos that was truly a hundred years ahead of Earth.

Isabella's eyes widened as she looked at the empty basement. Her azure eyes were filled with disbelief.

She thought Chu Feng would send large cargo ships to transport the gold, but she hadn't expected that after just one touch, eight hundred years of heritage would vanish into thin air. This was simply not a power that humans could possess!

Isabella's awe of Chu Feng was deeply carved into her bones. "We're going back." Chu Feng turned around, in a great mood.

The rain was still falling on the isolated island in the Atlantic. The Ghost-class sub-orbital assault ship hovered quietly above the courtyard.

Chu Feng took the two women and boarded the ship. One hundred Clone Warriors followed closely behind. The hatch closed.

"Target: Los Santos. Return at full speed." The ship's engines spewed deep blue exhaust flames, instantly tearing through the clouds and entering sub-orbit, tens of thousands of meters high.

The terrifying speed of Mach 20 made the distance of several thousand kilometers insignificant. Inside the ship's luxurious command cabin, the climate control system blew out comfortable warm air.

Chu Feng leaned back on the large leather command chair. With 3.4 million in his account, he was very relaxed now.

Evelyn very sensibly walked to the side liquor cabinet and poured a glass of whiskey. She walked to Chu Feng's side and knelt directly on the cold metal floor on both knees.

The tight leather suit created deep creases at the base of her thighs due to the bending motion. She looked up and brought the glass to Chu Feng's lips.

Isabella stood to the side, watching Evelyn's practiced movements of service. She looked down at her own tattered dress, which was stained with mud and blood.

This was the dress she had worn while fleeing for her life, and now it was dirty and smelly. She bit her rosy lips. Since she had already sworn to be a slave, she could not have any hesitation.

Isabella put her hands behind her back and untied the straps of her dress. The white classical dress slid down along her fair, smooth skin and fell onto the metal floor.

The purest bloodline of the European Royal Family gave her an indescribable noble temperament and stunning body proportions. Her silver hair was draped over her snowy white back.

Isabella imitated Evelyn, walking with her long, slender legs to stand before Chu Feng. She knelt down slowly, her knees pressing against the cold metal plate.

"Master. I am too dirty, and I am afraid of soiling your clothes." Isabella's voice was delicate, and her azure eyes held a hint of pleading.

"Please let Isabella massage your legs." After saying this, she reached out with her fair, tender hands and very clumsily tapped gently on Chu Feng's thighs.

Chu Feng put down his wine glass, his gaze sweeping over the silver-haired princess's perfect body. His rough, large hand directly pinched her delicate chin, forcing her to look up.

There was no resistance on her stunningly beautiful face, only submission. "You learn quite fast." Chu Feng curled the corner of his mouth.