Chapter 116 The Fangs of Interest
Northern Myanmar, Naga headquarters.
Victor stared at the intensifying intelligence on the Mohist "internal strife" on the screen, but the gloom between his brows did not dissipate. The sporadic bad news from Europe was like annoying flies, not fatal, but constantly gnawing at his nerves.
"Sir, several core accounts of the Berg family at UBS have just been temporarily frozen due to 'unusual transaction review.'" The confidant walked in quickly, his voice filled with suppressed tension. "Our contact in Zurich... has also been lost."
Victor turned his head, a cold light flashing in his gray-blue eyes: "Is this the work of the Rockefeller family?"
"Yes... Preliminary judgment is that they used political and business connections..."
"Hmph, that immature kid from the Rockefeller family! And those old losers who are about to be buried..." Victor sneered, his gray-blue eyes flashing with contempt and cruelty. "You think such a little trick can shake me? How naive!"
He changed the subject, his tone hinting at impatience: "What about Savika? Has the latest 'goodwill' been delivered?"
"I just received news that Savika's attitude seems to have softened. He sent a message saying, 'It depends on Mr. Victor's sincerity to see if he can match the pressure from the Mohist school.' He also asked us to provide an 'absolute guarantee' to ensure that he will not be liquidated later."
"Greedy... good!" Victor scoffed. Far from being angry, he felt a little relieved. Bargaining was a normal reaction. If he agreed outright, he would be suspicious.
"Tell him that sincerity isn't a problem. As long as he's willing to cooperate with us and take Mo Xiaohan's head, I'll give him whatever he wants!" He turned around, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "As for 'absolute guarantee'? Humph, when he's no longer useful, the best 'guarantee' will be to make him shut up forever."
"Yes, sir." The confidant took the order and left in a hurry.
Victor stood up and walked to the window, gazing at the distant mountains. The afternoon sun was bright, but it couldn't penetrate the gloom gathering in his eyes, just like the ambition and calculations surging in them.
He must annex the Mohist Empire as quickly as possible and completely control Southeast Asia. Only in this way can he have a strong support system for both attack and defense even if changes occur in Europe.
As for Europe? Those pampered old men and that immature young Rockefeller had no idea what the true power game was. Once he had completely absorbed the Berg family with the wealth and support of Southeast Asia, Rockefeller would be just the next target.
Meanwhile, thousands of miles away in Switzerland, another storm was brewing in secret. In the secret room of a manor on the shores of Lake Geneva, candlelight still flickered, but the atmosphere was different.
Several encrypted documents were spread out in front of Emil, Karl and others, and news from all over Europe was constantly being gathered through secure lines.
Carl Berg's eyes were sharp, his previous dejection and suspicion long gone. He said in a deep voice, "Our people are ready, just waiting for the signal. Most of the spies Victor planted have been controlled or used in a counter-productive way."
"The public opinion campaign has begun," another elder from the collateral branch added. "Several mainstream media outlets are about to publish the first draft of an investigative report titled 'Shocking Inside Story: The Shocking Deception and Murder Mystery of the Berg Family's Leader.' This will be enough to cause a huge uproar and ruin Victor's reputation in Europe."
Emile nodded. "Keep the pressure on him, but don't push him too far. Make him feel like Europe is just a minor nuisance, and keep his attention on Southeast Asia. Otherwise, he'll abandon Southeast Asia immediately and retreat back to Europe for a full-scale counterattack." He raised his head and looked toward Southeast Asia. "The drama over there with Mr. Mo should be reaching its climax soon. We just need to make sure that by the time Victor realizes his backyard is on fire and wants to turn back, there's no way back. He can only move forward, step by step into the road of death that Mr. Mo has laid."
Bangkok, Mo Family Manor Study.
Savica and Artest, who should have been at the center of the "internal strife" storm, were now standing side by side, and the atmosphere was completely different from what the outside world had heard.
Mo Xiaohan watched the data streams and intelligence updates constantly flashing on his screen, his eyes cold: "What's the situation in Europe?"
Artest stepped forward and reported in a low voice, "Mr. Emil has basically taken control of the situation. The Berg family is rebelling, and Victor's foundation in Europe is rapidly being eroded."
Mo Xiaohan nodded slightly, his gaze returning to the big screen to confirm every detail.
"The plan can move on to the next phase." He turned and looked at Savika: "It's time to convince Victor that his 'investment' in you will yield a huge 'return'. You need to deal Artest a 'severe blow', causing Artest to suffer heavy losses."
"I see." Savika's eyes flashed with excitement. "Have you chosen a location?"
"The Kongti Port area is both 'important' and 'chaotic' enough." Mo Xiaohan pointed his finger at a spot on the map on the screen. "Act realistically, so Victor can see clearly that you, Savika, are willing to bite your own people's throats for 'profit'."
"Don't worry, I guarantee it'll be more real than the real thing!" Savika licked her lips, as if she could already smell the scent of blood and victory. "After this fight, Victor, that venomous snake, should finally come out of his hole."
This "internal strife" drama, which has lasted for weeks and has required countless manpower and resources to create a truly realistic performance, has finally reached its climax.
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