God of Money: Reincarnated as the Weakest SSS Rank

Upon returning to the factory, those four businessmen and many others were pushed inside. As their hands were tied, they had to move their feet quickly to keep up with the speed at which they were being led.

They climbed the stairs until they reached the main room, where they were thrown to the floor like prisoners of war, all bowing before Louis.

This scene was normal. If the local mafia leaders worked together on a mission to kidnap several businessmen, they could do it without anyone noticing or even making the news.

After all, they are not known as city leaders for no reason. They are powerful and have influence. They have thugs of all kinds, assassins, spies, and people who work in human trafficking.

Although they themselves do not do so directly, because they know that it is a crime, they do not refuse to cooperate with those who do, as they can always say that they were only allies or worked together because they were unaware of it.

Therefore, they will never admit that their allies are involved in such activities, even if they know about it.

Working with so many people who specialize in these types of situations, it is natural that when they go out looking for businesspeople, they come back with what they went out looking for.

When they fell to their knees, Paul Borne looked up sharply and stared at Louis.

"Do you know what you're doing?" he asked, with a hint of menace in his voice.

Louis nodded with a smile and got up to walk toward them.

"Of course I know what I'm doing," he said, patting him on the shoulder. "I'm buying important companies at bargain prices. Isn't that great? Maybe I'm the best negotiator in the world."

Then he placed a company transfer document in front of him and the other, one of whom had no name, as he did not know it.

He patted that one especially hard. "Remember to put your own name on it. It's annoying to have to look it up to put it in the document, and I can't be bothered to do it again."

They all frowned and clenched their teeth, looking like they wanted to transfer themselves. They were furious.

None of them moved to sign those documents, so Louis pulled a chair toward him and sat down a meter away from them.

He looked at the pocket watch he was carrying and smiled.

"You know, it doesn't really bother me that you want to kneel in front of me for a long time. I understand. I understand that you are acknowledging your mistake for despising me, so I can accept that. But the truth is, seeing a bunch of idiots kneeling in front of me never feels good. I don't know..." He kicked Paul Borne's head gently and sneered.

"It disgusts me to see you. So, do you want to hurry up? I'd like to go eat early today."

Paul Borne clenched his teeth even tighter and tried to dig his fists into the ground. He felt frustrated.

He suddenly looked up sharply and, without thinking, stood up. He suddenly drew a gun and pointed it at Louis.

"Who do you think you are, you damn bastard?!" he roared.

It all happened so quickly and without warning that no one expected it. Suddenly, only the sound of the gunshot remained in the air...

BAM*

At the sound of the impact, a gun flew across the room as if it had been struck by something.

Behind Louis, Jessy pulled out a firearm and pointed it at Paul's hand. The gun was still smoking.

A shot had been fired from there and had hit Paul's gun with precision.

She then aimed at his head. "I didn't shoot you in the head because my master wants you to sign that document. But the next stupid move you make, I'll blow your brains out." Cold, terrifying words that no one expected to come out of such a small, delicate body emerged from her mouth.

Louis looked at her sideways, surprised.

"I didn't know you were a gunslinger," he said.

She smiled at him shyly but kept her gun pointed straight ahead.

"I'm not a gunslinger, but I've been practicing. I wanted to surprise you," she replied, smiling.

He nodded. "You've really surprised me," he said, looking at Paul. "Especially because you could react quickly and shoot before an Ascended."

Everyone stared robotically at Paul, in shock. "Ascended?"

Louis smiled.

"You're the third Armamentalist I've met... I think I'm beginning to understand why this Path is despised. Even idiots like you can choose it. Tsk, how unfortunate." He sneered, and then, before anyone could react, he suddenly pressed his revolver against Paul's forehead.

Paul hadn't been able to react since his gun had left his hand, because he realized... he was dead.

Without his weapon, he no longer had confidence in anything.

But now, seeing that beautiful revolver pressed against his forehead, a chill ran through his body, and he trembled.

"You know, little businessman." Louis spoke with a look so cold that it lowered the temperature in the room by several degrees.

"I have a certain trauma when someone points a gun at me. It's unfortunate, but a small event now seems to haunt me every night. Lately, it's been keeping me awake." He smiled. "And it usually ends with a gun pointed at my head."

"That's why I hate it."

"I hate being pointed at with a gun. But I love pointing."

"Even more... I hate it when trash like you, who isn't even capable of holding a gun, points it at me, even if it was only for a millisecond. Do you know why?"

Although Louis waited a few seconds for an answer, he was really just prolonging his suffering. He soon spoke again.

"It's because it reminds me of that trash. That damn traitor. So..."

BAM*

A bullet pierced Paul's head from side to side, and blood spurted out everywhere.

He smiled. "You're better off dead. Blood is just as valuable as your signature."

Paul's body fell backward, blood splattering everyone around him. But no one went to pick him up. No one said anything.

Louis had barely gotten up from his chair. His position had barely changed, but he had already instilled in them a fear that made them swallow hard. Saliva seemed to have receded from their mouths, afraid to appear.

Louis looked at the document below and suddenly smiled, seeing a single bloodstain right where Paul was supposed to sign.

"How convenient. Fate and luck seem to be on my side."

Then he lowered his revolver, but did not put it away. He looked at the rest of the businessmen from head to toe.

"Go ahead. Who wants to end up like him? You can pull out guns, machine guns, shotguns, or have snipers shoot me... If you want, you can even bring a nuclear bomb. I'll wait for you."

They swallowed hard, and Dewey looked up slightly.

"A-Aren't you afraid of retaliation? You... Are you aware of what this could do to the South?" Although he stuttered, he knew what he was saying and had gathered all his courage to say it.

For that, Louis had to praise him.

"Have you heard the saying, 'To start a war, someone has to be the sacrificial lamb'?" he asked, without answering his question.

Dewey nodded softly, fearfully.

"Then you already have your answer to your questions."

He frowned. At first, he didn't understand his words, but he was stunned when he thought about it carefully and deeply.

"You..."

"Wars are necessary for change. And change does not come without bloodshed. Have you seen it? The revolutionaries have been fighting the church and the empire in small skirmishes for years, but they dare not start a real war. That is why change has not come."

"They are all a bunch of hypocrites who preach change but don't dare to take the step to achieve it. They are afraid of dying. They prefer to deceive gullible idiots so that they will give them money, and they can line their pockets. In the end, they will probably come up with some nonsense. Some council that will give them a voice, and they will 'ally' themselves with the empire."

"Then they will say they have achieved a great victory that the gullible idiots will believe. But behind the scenes, they are and always will be the same. The same hypocrites who steal and kill their believers to keep the empire in a state of slight chaos, and thus make more money. That is why change has not come. That is why revolutionaries are a joke."

"But I'm different." He smiled softly. "I don't give a damn about change, revolutionaries, or the church. But I know that for there to be a change of government in this place, I have to create a war. So I must shed blood. And to do that, I have to have a just cause, right?"

"So, outwardly, I'll create the image that I want change. That I'm a different kind of revolutionary. One who really wants to bring about change. But inside, I'm only looking for the benefits that ruling these lands will bring me. The south, the north, Velharthe... the Empire. I don't care. Does that story sound right to you?"

"The difference between the revolutionaries and me will be that I will create that change. And they are not. I don't deceive them; I just use them to achieve what I promised. I think it's better to follow me than a stupid revolutionary, right?"