Ribs looked at them, his eyes slowly sweeping over each face.
That familiar, supported sense of strength began to grow and burn in my heart again in the desperate situation.
Faced with the promises of the four people, Reeves took a deep breath, and the anger in his chest that was aroused by betrayal and repression actually turned into a trace of warmth in this sincerity.
He turned around slowly, his eyes sweeping over every face filled with loyalty and determination to fight to the death. These were the core brothers who had followed him to build his empire.
His lips moved, and his voice was barely audible, a hint of hoarseness that expressed genuine emotion. "Fox, Butcher, Heisenberg, Old Man—I appreciate your kindness, brothers. I, Reeves, will remember this kindness for the rest of my life!"
Fox was about to say something when Reeves suddenly raised his hand to stop him and continued, his voice low but with unquestionable power:
"But! Take this money back! Don't touch a single cent!"
As soon as these words were spoken, the air in the conference room froze instantly.
Fox frowned in confusion, the Butcher stared at Ribbs with an expression of "What the hell are you talking about?", Heisenberg put out his cigarette, and even Alfred's eyes behind his glasses flashed a trace of stagnation.
"Brother?! What the hell is this?! If you don't want our money, what are you going to use?! Those mad dogs from the IRS are already blocking the door!" The butcher couldn't help but growl and slammed his fist on the table.
Reeves's eyes swept over the butcher like a hawk: "Take on? You're going to take on the IRS with that little money of yours? Butcher, get this! This isn't just some gang trying to wreak havoc and seize territory! That old dog Harold is handing over the IRS! The most unreasonable and powerful law enforcement machine in America!"
He took a sudden step forward and pointed out the window at the dark night sky of Chicago, as if he could see through space and see the smug face of Harold in New York:
"How much money can you muster? Four hundred million dollars? It's a lot! But what good will it do? It will simply be devoured by those hungry wolves in uniform, armed with the law. Not a scrap will be left! Their authority to freeze accounts overrides any state law! With a freeze order, the money goes into the insatiable federal treasury! Once you give it away, it's gone! Do you understand?! This isn't spending money to ward off disaster; it's giving money away to strengthen the enemy!"
Reeves' voice was filled with heavy disappointment and even deeper anger. "Harold's move isn't after our money! He's trying to kill me! That old bastard Morgan swore that Sterling and Eberhart would suppress the IRS? Now he doesn't even dare to answer the fucking phone! Their promises are bullshit! This was a trap from the beginning, a show they staged together!"
He cast a scorching gaze at the four of them once more, his unquestionable authority returning to him. "So, everyone, keep your money safe! You all need to keep your businesses running. Black Rabbit Security, the casino's aftermath, and even the Heisenberg connection—all require funding! You're emptying your savings to fill this bottomless pit, but it won't fill up. Instead, it will only deepen our wounds and make Harold a bigger fool of himself!"
Fox opened his mouth, but the words he wanted to say rolled in his throat. He finally swallowed them back with difficulty. He just nodded heavily, but his eyes were full of unwillingness.
Heisenberg lit another cigarette. His expression couldn't be seen in the smoke, but his anxiety and worry had not diminished.
The butcher was like a deflated ball. He scratched his hair in annoyance and cursed indistinctly.
"Everyone, go back." Reeves' voice softened a bit, carrying a tired but unquestionable command, "Keep your men steady...there can't be any more mistakes!"
Fox, Heisenberg, and the butcher, who was still cursing but not daring to disobey, stood up silently with worry and confusion.
They sensed their eldest brother's unprecedented seriousness and realized that the severity of the situation far exceeded a simple economic crisis. This was no longer a situation that could be forced through by the brothers' money.
Alfred stepped forward silently and led the three people out of the meeting room.
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