107: Chapter 107 The Rockefeller Family's Invitation

The black card flipped between his fingertips.

It was very thin, yet it felt as heavy as a thousand pounds.

Chen Yuan looked at the dark gold emblem.

A spear and a shield.

This was the Rockefeller Family crest, representing offense and protection. But in the business world, it was more like the mark of the Grim Reaper.

Over the past hundred years, anyone who received this letter either became a loyal lapdog of the family or quietly evaporated from the face of the Earth.

"Boss, this is no ordinary dinner party."

Victor wiped away cold sweat beside him, his voice trembling. "Sagamore Estate... that's the Rockefeller stronghold. It's said the security system there is tighter than the White House, and there are even rumors that nuclear bombs are buried there."

"Nuclear bombs?"

Chen Yuan chuckled softly.

He casually tossed the card back onto the table; it spun through the air with a faint, sharp whistle.

"If they had nuclear bombs, they would have used them to blow me up long ago. Why wait until now?"

"This is nothing more than a display of power."

He walked to the liquor cabinet and poured himself a glass of ice water.

The bone-chilling coldness helped cool his brain, which was slightly feverish from overexcitement.

"However, since they dare to invite me, it means they think they've already won."

Chen Yuan looked at the ice cubes bobbing in the glass, his gaze playful.

"Who do they think I am? An upstart who only knows how to sell medicine? Or a slightly clever arms dealer?"

"A pity."

He shook his head, a cruel arc curling at the corners of his mouth.

"They don't know that I'm the gravedigger who can send them all to their tombs."

*Knock, knock, knock.*

The office door was knocked upon.

It wasn't a hurried knocking, but three extremely regular and rhythmic strikes.

Chen Yuan raised an eyebrow.

"Enter."

The door opened.

An elderly man wearing a grey tailcoat, with white hair and an expressionless face, walked in.

He walked without making a sound, like a ghost.

But behind him followed four burly men wearing black tactical vests and sunglasses.

The bloody scent emanating from their very bones was something Chen Yuan could smell clearly even from five meters away.

"Mr. Chen Yuan."

The old man walked to the desk and bowed slightly.

His movements were as precise as if measured by a ruler, but there was no respect in his eyes, only a condescending indifference.

"I am the butler to Mr. David Rockefeller; you may call me Alfred."

"I believe you have already received my master's invitation."

Chen Yuan leaned back in his chair, not even bothering to stand up.

He just looked at the old butler indifferently, as if looking at a rat that had strayed into his territory.

"I received it."

Chen Yuan pointed to the card on the table. "However, I'm very busy. If your master wants to see me, tell him to come himself."

Alfred's brow furrowed slightly.

But only for an instant.

He quickly regained his poker face, his voice as flat as if he were stating a fact.

"Mr. Chen, I think you may have misunderstood."

"This is not a request."

"It is an order."

As his words fell, the four burly men standing behind him took a step forward simultaneously.

That synchronized movement carried a suffocating sense of pressure.

They were no ordinary bodyguards.

On Chen Yuan's retinas, the Red Queen's data stream refreshed frantically.

[Warning: Trace T-Virus variant reactions detected within the targets.]

[Preliminary Judgment: Genetically Enhanced Soldiers (First Generation).]

"Interesting."

Chen Yuan smiled.

So the Rockefeller Family was working on this too.

Although looking at the data, this was only the most basic level of enhancement, practically infants compared to his Tyrants.

But in the eyes of ordinary people, these were already superhumans.

"An order?"

Chen Yuan stood up.

He walked around the desk and leisurely approached Alfred.

The distance between the two was less than half a meter.

Chen Yuan could even see his own tiny reflection in the old butler's pupils.

"Old man, have you been in this position for so long that you've forgotten how to be human?"

Chen Yuan reached out and lightly patted Alfred's shoulder.

The movement was very light.

But in that instant, a terrifying pressure erupted like a landslide or a tsunami.

Alfred only felt a heavy weight on his shoulder.

That force felt as if a heavy tank were pressing down on him.

*Crack.*

The faint sound of a bone fracturing rang out.

The old butler's face instantly turned deathly pale, but he forced himself not to make a sound, simply gritting his teeth hard as his knees uncontrollably buckled.

*Thud!*

He knelt on the ground.

The four burly men were just about to move.

"Who dares to move!"

A loud shout came from the doorway.

Ada Wong strode into the office, carrying two modified desert eagles.

And behind her were two full rows of heavily armed Umbrella Guards.

The dark muzzles of their guns instantly locked onto the four enhanced soldiers.

If they dared to move so much as a finger, they would be riddled with holes in the next second.

"Mr. Chen... is this how you treat your guests?"

Alfred knelt on the floor, cold sweat sliding down his forehead, but his tone remained stubborn.

"No."

Chen Yuan looked down at him from above, his gaze icy.

"This is teaching you the rules."

"Go back and tell that old fossil."

Chen Yuan leaned down, picked up the black card, and gently tucked it into Alfred's jacket pocket.

"Tomorrow night, I will go."

"But not because I fear you all."

"But because..."

Chen Yuan straightened up and adjusted his collar, the smile on his face becoming brilliant and dangerous.

"I want to go see if the coffin he prepared for me is a good fit."

Alfred stood up with difficulty.

He gave Chen Yuan a deep look, his eyes filled with venomous resentment.

"I hope you don't regret this."

After saying that, he and the four bodyguards left the office in a pathetic state.

Only when their backs disappeared into the elevator did Victor let out a long breath and collapse onto the sofa.

"Boss, just now... you were too cool."

Victor wiped his sweat. "But are we really going? That's the Rockefellers! What if they have an army waiting in ambush..."

"An army?"

Chen Yuan sneered.

He walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and looked out at the bustling night view of New York.

"They have an army, but don't I have one too?"

He turned around and looked at Ada Wong, who had remained silent.

"Ada."

"I'm here, Boss."

"Go to the basement."

Chen Yuan's voice was low, carrying a shivering excitement.

"Wake up those 'big guys' that just came off the production line."

"Since we're attending a banquet, we can't go empty-handed."

"For the Tyrants..."

Chen Yuan paused, a demonic arc curling at the corners of his mouth.

"Put on their best suits."

"Tomorrow night, I'm taking them to taste exactly what the Rockefeller Family's steak tastes like."