109: Chapter 109 The old man wants to swallow me up? Dream on!

"The Last Supper?"

David Rockefeller did not get angry because of this curse-laden sentence.

He just exerted a slight force with his withered fingers, gripping the silver table knife, slowly and with difficulty cutting that bloody steak which was only medium-rare.

"Young man, don't speak so harshly."

The old man's voice, amplified by a loudspeaker, produced a buzzing echo in the hall. "At my age, I enjoy every meal as if it were my last. This is reverence for the time granted by God."

He forked a piece of meat with streaks of blood and put it into his shriveled mouth, chewing very slowly.

"Mr. Chen, I have been observing you for a long time."

David swallowed the beef and wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin. "Since you sold the first bottle of potion in San Verde, I have been watching you. You are very talented and very ambitious. Just like... me when I was young."

"And so?"

Chen Yuan leaned back in his chair, not even touching the tableware, just playing with the lighter in his hand.

"So I decided to give you an opportunity."

David raised his cloudy eyes, his gaze showing a sense of natural charity. "The Rockefeller Family is willing to invest in the 'Umbrella' company. We will provide you with the world's top sales channels, the most complete legal protection, and... the ticket to enter 'that circle'."

"The conditions?" Chen Yuan raised an eyebrow.

"Not many."

David held up five withered fingers. "We want 51% of the shares and absolute veto power on the board of directors. In addition, your core laboratory must be relocated to New York and taken over by our family's expert team."

The air seemed to freeze.

Behind Chen Yuan, a flash of red light flickered in Alice's eyes.

The ten tower-like Tyrants leaned forward slightly, their suits creaking as they were stretched by muscles.

"51% of the shares? Handing over core technology?"

Chen Yuan looked at the old man opposite him and suddenly laughed.

He laughed so hard he leaned back and forth, almost to the point of tears.

"Old guy, are you telling me a joke?"

He abruptly stopped laughing, his gaze instantly becoming colder than a polar glacier.

"You call this investing? This is clearly an annexation. You want to turn the tiger I worked so hard to raise into your family's watchdog?"

"It's for your own good."

David's tone remained calm. "Young man, you are too sharp. Johnson & Johnson and Pfizer are just appetizers. If you continue to fight alone, you will be crushed into powder by the hidden rules of this world. Only Rockefeller can keep you safe."

"Keep me safe?"

Chen Yuan stood up.

He picked up the glass of red wine in front of him that he hadn't touched and slowly walked to the center of the dining table.

"Old man, stop pretending."

Chen Yuan spilled the wine from the glass onto the carpet, as if making an offering to the dead. "You are so anxious to annex me, not for money, nor for power."

He raised his head, those pitch-black eyes appearing to have switched to X-ray mode, directly piercing through the old man's layers of disguise to look straight at his decaying internal organs.

"It's because you're dying."

David Rockefeller's hand jerked violently, the table knife falling onto the plate with a sharp clatter.

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Butler Alfred, who had been standing by the side, shouted sternly.

"Am I talking nonsense?"

Chen Yuan approached step by step, ignoring the dozens of gun muzzles that were instantly raised in the surrounding shadows.

He pointed at David's gray and defeated face, his voice like a blade:

"Although your face is made up, it can't hide that deathly aura seeping from your bones. Your breathing frequency is very unstable, and you need to rely on high concentrations of pure oxygen to sustain yourself."

"Most importantly..."

Chen Yuan stopped only three meters away from the old man, fanning his nose in disgust.

"Even if you sprayed half a bottle of cologne, I can still smell that scent."

"The smell of rotting internal organs."

"Late-stage pancreatic cancer, the cancer cells have already spread to the liver and lymph nodes."

Chen Yuan stared into David's eyes, which were instantly filled with terror, and pronounced the verdict word by word:

"If you didn't rely on those expensive life-extending machines, you would be a corpse right now. And even with the best medicine in the world, your lifespan..."

He held up three fingers.

"Only has less than three months left."

A deathly silence.

David Rockefeller gripped the armrests of his wheelchair tightly, veins bulging on his withered hands. His secret, a top secret that even core members within the family didn't know, was actually seen through at a glance by this Easterner.

Fear.

Anger.

And the shame of standing under a spotlight with his clothes stripped off caused this century-old man to completely tear off his mask of hypocrisy.

"You... you know too much."

David's voice became eerie and terrifying, like an evil spirit crawling out of hell. "Originally, I wanted to leave you alive and let you be a wealthy man."

"But now..."

He suddenly pressed a red button on the wheelchair.

"Since you refuse the easy way, then leave your life here! As long as I catch you and slice your brain, I don't believe I can't dig out the formula for that medicine!"

"Do it!"

Following his command.

"Kaka kaka—"

The exquisite oil paintings and tapestries around the hall instantly flipped.

Revealing dark, hollow firing holes.

Dozens of red laser aiming points instantly fell densely onto Chen Yuan and the Tyrants.

Simultaneously, on the circular corridor of the second floor, dozens of fully armed Genetic Enhancement Warriors rushed out. They held heavy weapons, and even a few individual rocket launchers.

This was a certain-kill trap.

Butler Alfred retreated in front of David, pulling out a pistol with his intact hand and sneering:

"Mr. Chen, this is Sagamore. Here, Rockefeller is God."

"Now, kneel!"

Facing this dragnet-like encirclement, the expression on Chen Yuan's face did not change in the slightest.

He even took the time to boredly adjust his cuffs.

"God?"

He looked at the hideous-faced David hiding behind the bodyguards, a flash of pity in his eyes.

"Old guy, your biggest mistake is using the perspective of the last century to view the warfare of this era."

Chen Yuan raised his left hand.

He lightly pressed a button on the dial of that patek philippe watch.

"I think you might not have heard of a term."

"It's called—Decapitation Strike."

"Zzz—"

At the moment Chen Yuan pressed the button.

A very subtle yet extremely sharp high-frequency signal emitted from his watch, instantly penetrating the thick stone walls of the castle and shooting straight into the sky.

David was stunned for a moment, not yet reacting to what had happened.

Suddenly.

"BOOM—!!!"

An earth-shaking explosion came from above the castle.

Immediately after, the solid dome shattered like a fragile eggshell.

Rubble, dust, and huge stones fell like a torrential rain.

And in that sky-filling smoke and dust.

A massive, suffocating black shadow descended from the sky, accompanied by the roar of propellers tearing through the air.

It was a completely black, sci-fi-styled heavy transport plane... no, it was an Aerial Fortress hovering directly overhead!

The hatch wide open.

Countless red laser beams descended from the sky, reverse-locking onto every gunman in the hall.

"This is my answer."

Chen Yuan stood in the center of the ruins, letting the dust fall on his shoulders.

He looked at the dumbfounded David, a wildly arrogant smile curling at the corners of his mouth:

"Want to annex me?"

"Keep dreaming!"