Chapter 110: Asia-Europe Chess Game
In the manor's dark room, encrypted lines blocked any possibility of external eavesdropping, and only subtle electronic noises hissed in the quiet space.
A pale and delicate face appeared on the screen. It was Emil Rockefeller, the Berg family's arch-enemy in Europe. At the age of 20, he was in charge of the century-old family power.
"Mr. Mo," Emil began, speaking fluent English with a slight French accent. "I've heard of your methods before. For example, last week, the Indonesian arms dealer who 'died in a family feud,' and the deputy mayor of Bangkok who resigned due to a 'sudden serious illness.'"
"So?" Mo Xiaohan raised his eyebrows with a dangerous look.
"The title of 'Dark Emperor' of Southeast Asia is not a good reputation among European aristocrats." Emil rested his chin lazily, his features still tinged with youthfulness, but his eyes held a weariness and vigilance that belied his age. "The Rockefeller family cannot afford the risk of courting a tiger."
"Victor's pressure has already made you breathless, right? Do you need me to count for you? How did you lose 30% of your assets in the first half of the year?" Mo Xiaohan tapped the table lightly with his fingertips, his eyes filled with amusement and coldness. "There's nothing wrong with being young, but being treated like a pawn by an old fox...it's embarrassing."
Emil's face suddenly turned cold.
"You're not trying to get the skin of a tiger." Mo Xiaohan's lips curled slightly, his tone cold, "You're working with the hunters to encircle and kill our common prey. Victor has come to Southeast Asia, and this is your only chance to eradicate him completely."
"The Berg family is deeply entrenched in Europe. Even if Victor were in Asia, his tentacles would still be able to strangle me. Why should I believe that you can deal with him in Southeast Asia?"
"Because this is my territory." Mo Xiaohan's voice was low and firm. "Bangkok, northern Myanmar, the Golden Triangle... the entire Indochina Peninsula plus the Malay Archipelago, every inch of Southeast Asia is soaked in my rules. Here, he can't make any waves, he will only be swallowed by the mud and sand."
"What if I don't cooperate?"
"Your grandfather died from the Berg family's nerve gas poison, your parents were staged by Victor in a plane crash 'accident', and even your sister's wedding turned into a funeral. Guess what he's going to do to you next?" Mo Xiaohan leaned forward, approaching the camera. "Europe is Victor's lair and retreat. If he retreats, it will be like a venomous snake returning to its lair. With your current abilities..."
He paused slightly, his tone oppressive: "We can only be slowly strangled and swallowed up by him. Eventually, even the name of the Rockefeller family will be wiped off the map of Europe."
Emil's face paled slightly, clearly having been hit in the right place. He was young, lacking Victor's shrewd tactics and deep foundation, and had always been at a disadvantage in previous encounters.
Mo Xiaohan continued to raise the stakes, his tone slowing down but becoming even more alluring: "To cooperate with me, you don't need to get your hands dirty. You just need to cut off his escape route in Europe, leaving him with nowhere to go when he's desperate, truly becoming a lost cause. And I..." A cold glint flashed in his eyes, "I will make Southeast Asia his graveyard."
Silence spread across the encrypted channel, with only the hissing of electricity.
After a long while, Emil finally spoke: "Mr. Mo, what do you want?"
"Half of Berg's influence in Europe. Control of the arms trade routes and ports will belong to me as a full-month gift for my baby." Mo Xiaohan pulled up the Swiss Bank equity split plan. "The financial network and European political and business resources will be yours. This is a win-win situation, Emile. You will gain living space and opportunities for growth, and by the way..." A cruel smile appeared on the corner of his lips, "help avenge your family."
Emil lowered his eyes in thought, his fingertips pressed against his temples, clearly engaged in a fierce ideological struggle. Finally, he raised his head, a glimmer of determination flashing in his gray eyes.
"Okay, Mr. Mo. The Rockefeller family will fully cooperate and cut off all of Victor's escape routes and information networks in Europe." He took a deep breath, "But please be sure to keep your promise and let him stay in Asia forever."
"Deal." Mo Xiaohan's eyes were filled with blood and murderous intent. "His body will rot in the rainforests of Southeast Asia."
The European chess game was played, and the venomous snake's retreat was quietly blocked.
When Mo Xiaohan returned to the bedroom, Ruan Xingchen was leaning against a cushion, flipping through a maternity guide. Moonlight shone through the gauze curtains onto her bulging belly, like a layer of soft silver foil.
"Are you done talking?" She looked up and chuckled, her fingertips stroking his slightly furrowed brow.
Mo Xiaohan knelt on one knee and put his ear to her belly: "Well... I earned a betrothal gift for the little guy, so that he won't have trouble finding a wife in the future."
Ruan Xingchen chuckled, her fingertips entwined with his slightly cool hair: "What if it's a girl?"
"Then I'll have to save up more for my dowry and confidence." His voice was low and gentle, "so that no bastard can easily deceive my little princess away in the future."
There was a sudden fetal movement, like a small fist hitting his cheek, protesting with a hint of dissatisfaction, and also like making its own little declaration.
Mo Xiaohan was stunned, his eyes filled with a helpless yet doting light: "Whatever the baby wants, Daddy will give it to you."
The night wind blew through the lily of the valley, stirring up layers of blossoms. Its sweetest fragrance enveloped the embracing trio, and all darkness and bloodshed were succumbed to the tenderness of the moment.
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