199: Chapter 199 Bloodless Plunder

The roar of the propellers outside sounded like a death knell.

A red laser dot was fixed firmly on Old Ross's age-spotted forehead. If his finger dared to move even a millimeter away from that solid gold fountain pen, the Gatling gun outside would shred him into a pile of minced meat.

The noble dignity Old Ross took such pride in was crushed into dust before such absolute firepower.

"Three."

Chen Fan's voice was soft, yet it struck Old Ross's heart like a heavy hammer.

Old Ross's hand trembled violently, and the pen tip left an ugly ink streak on the paper. He looked up at Chen Fan; the Eastern man was looking down at his watch as if calculating the time it would take for an ant to die.

"Two."

"I'll sign!"

Old Ross let out a shrill, low growl, sounding as if all his strength had been drained. He no longer hesitated, and his pen tip flew across the Equity Transfer Agreement, signing the name that represented the family's glory.

With that stroke, the European Ocean Shipping Network that the Ross Family had controlled for a century completely changed hands.

Chen Fan reached out and took the agreement. Without even glancing at it, he handed it directly to Chen Haoyu behind him.

"Very good." Chen Fan pulled a clean white handkerchief from his pocket, wiped the fingers that had touched Old Ross's shoulder, and tossed it casually onto the floor. "It seems God is on my side today."

Old Ross slumped in his chair, his eyes vacant, appearing to have aged ten years in an instant.

The meeting room was deathly silent.

The remaining eleven financial moguls, who had been insufferably arrogant just moments ago, were now shrinking their necks, not even daring to breathe loudly. They watched Old Ross slumped there like a dead dog, and fear grew wildly in their hearts like weeds.

Even the Ross Family had knelt; what were they in comparison?

Bernard, the French luxury goods tycoon, was the first to react.

He stood up abruptly, his face covered in a fawning smile, changing expressions faster than flipping a page: "Mr. Chen! Actually, I have always greatly admired the Huihuang Group! What happened just now was a misunderstanding, all a misunderstanding!"

"Yes, yes, yes! A misunderstanding!" Schmidt, the bald German, also hurried to agree, wiping cold sweat from his forehead. "Our precision machine tool technology—we are willing to open it to the Huihuang Group for free! We only hope to become... friends with Mr. Chen!"

"Friends?"

Chen Fan turned around, his gaze coldly sweeping over this group of fair-weather friends.

"When you were signing to blacklist me just now, you didn't treat me as a friend."

Chen Fan walked to the round table and tapped his finger lightly on the surface. With every tap, the hearts of these moguls shuddered.

"I don't lack friends; what I lack are obedient dogs."

Chen Fan pulled out a chair and sat down with an air of dominance, his gaze disdainful. "If you want to live, hand over all the rare metal mining rights, chip lithography machine patents, and global port priority docking rights you hold."

"All of them?!" Bernard exclaimed. "That's our lifeblood!"

"Unwilling?"

Chen Fan snapped his fingers.

The drone swarm outside lowered their altitude once again, and the machine gun barrels began to pre-heat and spin.

"Willing! Willing! I'll give them!" Bernard was so terrified he almost knelt on the ground, nodding frantically. "As long as Mr. Chen is happy, take them! Take them all!"

The next ten minutes became the most absurd scene in global business history.

This group of top predators, who controlled the world's economic lifelines, were now like market vendors, scrambling to present their core assets to Chen Fan, fearing they would be silenced if they were too late.

The stack of documents in Chen Haoyu's hands grew higher and higher, each one worth a fortune.

This was hardly a negotiation; it was simply an elegant robbery.

Everything was settled.

Chen Fan stood up and straightened the collar of his overcoat. He didn't even glance at the group of tycoons still wiping their cold sweat as he turned to leave.

"Muyang, let's go."

Chen Muyang put away his dagger and took a deep look at this group of so-called 'masters of the world,' a trace of realization dawning in his eyes. It turned out that in the face of absolute strength, the dignity of capital was worthless.

Chen Fan walked to the door and paused for a moment.

He didn't turn back, only waving his hand behind him.

"Remember to settle the bill; the red wine here is quite expensive."

...

Half an hour later, the Gulfstream G650 soared into the sky.

The cabin was as warm as spring, a world away from the cold old castle below.

Chen Haoyu was organizing the pile of trillion-dollar contracts, his hands trembling slightly. On this trip, the Huihuang Group had not only opened up global shipping but had also directly seized the throat of Western industry.

Chen Fan took off his overcoat and changed into comfortable loungewear.

He leaned back on the sofa, the suffocating murderous aura on him vanishing without a trace. At this moment, he was just a homesick father.

He took out his phone and browsed the photos sent by Su Wanqing.

In the photos, the three little ones were lying on the bed blowing bubbles; the eldest was grabbing the second one's foot, and the third was fast asleep nearby.

Chen Fan's finger gently brushed across the screen, his gaze so tender it could melt.

"Dad." Chen Muyang walked over with a cup of hot milk and sat opposite him. "Back in the castle, if Old Ross really hadn't signed, would you have opened fire?"

Chen Fan took the milk, took a sip, his eyes still lingering on the photo of the children.

"Muyang, you must remember."

Chen Fan looked up at his son. "When your gun is truly pressed against someone's forehead, you don't need to fire at all. Fear is the greatest lethality."

Chen Muyang nodded thoughtfully.

Just then, Chen Fan's phone suddenly vibrated.

The words 'Precious Daughter' jumped on the screen.

The smile on Chen Fan's lips widened instantly. The domineering aura of controlling life and death from earlier vanished completely, turning him into a doting father in a second.

"Hello, Yaoyao, do you miss Daddy?" Chen Fan answered the phone, his voice incredibly gentle.

However, what came from the other end was not acting spoiled, but suppressed sobbing.

"Dad... boohoo..."

Chen Nianyao was sobbing so hard she could barely catch her breath, her voice full of grievance.

The smile on Chen Fan's face froze instantly.

The temperature in the cabin seemed to drop twenty degrees. Chen Haoyu, who was organizing documents, jerked, almost dropping the contracts on the floor.

"What's wrong? Don't cry, tell me slowly." Chen Fan's voice deepened, a cold glint flashing in his eyes that was even more terrifying than when he faced Old Ross.

"My art exhibition... it was shut down..."

Chen Nianyao sobbed, speaking intermittently. "They tore my paintings off the wall... and said my paintings were trash, full of the smell of money... not worthy of being hung in the National Art Museum..."

"Who did it?" Chen Fan asked.

"It was... Qi Sisi who brought people to do it... She said that exhibition space was hers... and had the security guards tear down all my posters..."

Chen Fan took a deep breath, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the phone.

Abroad, he had trampled the bloodthirsty capital giants underfoot, yet upon returning home, someone actually dared to bully his precious daughter?

"Smell of money?"

"Trash?"

"Yaoyao, don't cry."

Chen Fan comforted her softly, but the fire in his eyes was already about to erupt. "Wait there, Daddy will be there soon."

Hanging up the phone, Chen Fan threw the phone onto the table.

"Haoyu."

"Boss!" Chen Haoyu immediately stood up straight.

"Notify the pilot to apply for a direct flight route and return to the capital at full speed."

Chen Fan leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes, his finger tapping lightly on the armrest.

"Additionally, check the background of that Qi Sisi. To dare touch Chen Fan's daughter, I think she's tired of living."

"Yes!"

Chen Muyang looked at his father's face, which was so dark it seemed to drip, and silently lit a candle for the person named Qi Sisi in his heart.

Of all people to provoke, she just had to provoke a Chen Fan who had just finished a killing spree.

This wasn't just kicking a steel plate; it was kicking a nuclear missile silo.