121: Chapter 121 Even the Vatican is under my control, who overseas can challenge me?
"I refuse to accept this! Paul! You are a Judas who betrayed the Lord!"
The blonde knight commander was pressed firmly to the ground by the personal guards of two cardinals, his cheek pressed against the cold asphalt, letting out roars of frustration like a trapped beast.
"You took dirty money from an Easterner! You are pushing the entire Vatican into the abyss!"
"Shut up!"
Bishop Paul's face turned livid, and he kicked the knight commander hard in the stomach, kicking the rest of his words back into his gut.
"Take him away! Lock him in the lowest level of the Inquisition!"
Bishop Paul waved his hand in a flustered rage, as if trying to hide the extreme guilt in his heart.
But when he turned to look at the balcony on the top floor of the hotel, his old face instantly filled with an incredibly sycophantic smile, and he even bowed slightly from a distance.
One billion US dollars.
That was a "secret donation" of one billion US dollars!
With this money, he could secure victory in the internal power struggles of the Vatican, and even the throne of the next Pope would be within reach.
As for the Dark Vampire clan, or some heretical cult?
As long as the money was enough, even if Satan himself came, Paul could issue him an indulgence!
Qin Yuan stood on the balcony, watching this absurd farce below come to an end, the mocking smile on his lips growing deeper.
"Did you see that, Vampire Princess Anna?"
He pinched Vampire Princess Anna's delicate little chin, his tone playful.
"Is this the mortal enemy your Europe has been fighting for thousands of years? They are nothing special."
Vampire Princess Anna snuggled up to Qin Yuan, her scarlet eyes filled with disdain.
"Just a bunch of hypocrites who only know how to brainwash with faith."
She affectionately rubbed against Qin Yuan's palm.
"Master's 'money power' is the most practical."
With the Vatican, the last thorn in his side, removed, Qin Yuan's expansion overseas no longer faced any obstacles.
Three days later.
A secret conference room hidden deep underground in The Alps in Switzerland.
This place was once the core shelter of the Rothschild Family, but now, it had become the center of Qin Yuan's power overseas.
Beside a huge oval conference table sat a group of bigwigs who could usually trigger a financial tsunami just by stomping their feet in the outside world.
Vampire Prince Anna represented the oldest supernatural power in the European underground.
The three surviving giants of the Assassin League sat trembling at the end of the table, representing the world's largest assassination network.
There were also several Western politicians and high-ranking Vatican officials like Bishop Paul, who had been completely fed and corrupted by Qin Yuan using money and leverage.
Together, they formed a brand new organization capable of making any superpower tremble—the "Shadow Roundtable Conference".
And Qin Yuan, naturally, sat in the main seat.
He was wearing a pure black high-end custom suit, his slender fingers tapping lightly on the table.
"Gentlemen."
Qin Yuan's voice was not loud, but in the empty conference room, it carried an unquestionable absolute majesty.
"From today on, the rules overseas will be set by me."
No one refuted him.
No one even dared to breathe loudly.
At this round table, the most powerful Vampire Prince was Qin Yuan's pet; the Assassin League that controlled assassinations was a dog that had been beaten into submission; and those politicians holding power were pigs that had been fed.
Who would dare to disagree?
"The territories and channels left behind by the Dragon King Hall, Vampire Princess Anna, you take the Vampire clan to take them over."
Qin Yuan began to distribute the spoils.
"Assassin League, from now on, all assassination orders targeting China must be rejected. Violators will die."
The three assassination giants trembled all over, nodding desperately like garlic pounders.
Are you kidding!
Even their headquarters had been slaughtered by an old man, who would dare to go to China to take orders?
Isn't that like an old man eating arsenic—looking for death!
"As for Bishop Paul..."
Qin Yuan's gaze turned to the red-robed old man, a meaningful smile curling the corners of his lips.
"As for the Vatican, I'll have to trouble you to 'take care' of things. I need them to make the 'correct' sounds on some key international issues."
Bishop Paul wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, his smile looking worse than crying.
"Rest assured, Mr. Qin, as long as... as long as the 'donation' arrives, the Lord's voice will be your voice."
A short meeting completely established Qin Yuan's status as the king of the overseas underground.
He not only harvested hundreds of billions in wealth, but also established a network of connections and military power that was suffocatingly vast.
The terror of this power even attracted the attention of the intelligence agencies of the world's most powerful superpowers.
The CIA, the KGB, MI6...
Countless top-secret files about "Qin Yuan" and the "Shadow Roundtable" were sent to the desks of heads of state.
But the result was surprisingly consistent.
All countries chose strategic concession and acquiescence.
No one wanted to provoke a lunatic who could casually mobilize nuclear submarines and bring together the Vatican and the Vampire clan.
In this world that values interests and strength, Qin Yuan, had already become a "taboo" that even state apparatuses were unwilling to easily touch.
The meeting ended.
The major giants, filled with awe and trepidation, filed out of the conference room.
Beside the empty round table, only Qin Yuan and A-Fu remained.
Qin Yuan stood up and stretched, his bones making a crisp "crack" sound.
He walked to the paper shredder on the side and casually stuffed in several top-secret documents that bore the seals of top intelligence agencies from various countries, representing compromise and concession.
"Hum—"
Accompanied by the dull chewing sound of the paper shredder, those secrets that seemed heavy as a thousand catties to the outside world instantly turned into a pile of waste paper.
"Young Master, where are we going next?"
A-Fu handed over a hot towel and asked respectfully.
"The air overseas, after smelling it for a long time, is actually a bit boring."
Qin Yuan wiped his hands, threw the towel on the table, and a playful light flashed in his deep eyes.
"Out for so long, it's about time..."
He turned his head and looked at the snow-capped The Alps outside the window, a familiar, villainous cold smile that chilled all enemies curling the corners of his lips.
"To go back and check on my backyard."