Rebirth: Super Banking System

Chapter 2131: Chapter 1953: A Feud to the Death

“What?”

“Dead?”

“Just now?”

After receiving the news, many families thought it was fake. After confirming it repeatedly, there was a sigh; it seemed he was angered by the matter of Vika. Recently, it was said he had fainted several times.

Each time, it was a narrow escape.

But.

This time his luck ran out, taking away his elderly life.

Pity?

A bit.

Even if he was an opponent, he wasn’t defeated by them but by an accident, making people sigh and reflect: Time is like a knife and eventually it will take oneself away.

Unavoidable.

Inevitable.

Irretrievable.

“No news about Vika yet?”

“No.”

“Now, I guess the Suto Family isn’t in the mood to worry about Vika’s matter.” The pillar has collapsed. Although there are other pillars, it is still a big blow to the Suto Clan.

At this moment.

The collateral lineage of the Suto Family probably wishes Vika died outside.

However.

This has little to do with them. What matters to them in this new situation is whether they should do something. They aren’t interested in Suto’s wealth; they are interested in the sphere of influence.

Black.

White.

Gray.

The Suto Family holds considerable positions in all three paths. Over the years, they’ve made efforts to insert many of their people, and with careful manipulation, they might be able to carve out a piece of territory.

Thinking of this.

Each family’s heart gradually became active.

…

At this moment.

Suto Family.

– Collateral Lineage.

– Direct Lineage.

They all rushed over, each with a solemn expression. Many sighed. After today, the Suto Family is facing a different world, and their comfortable days might change.

Of course.

Collapse is unlikely. They just might not be able to act willfully. Relying on the old man’s connections in Southeast Asia, they could walk horizontally without issues, but without these connections, people might not comply.

Old friends.

Looking after a bit.

Can be done.

But when it involves something bigger, people will have to weigh things.

“Vika.”

Someone gritted their teeth.

“Bastard.”

“Always causing trouble. Why doesn’t he die outside.”

“Huge loss.”

Now.

The ransom has risen to twenty million USD.

Damn.

Not only money was lost, but the old man also lost his life.

“If he can come back, he must be severely punished.”

“…”

As for Vika, naturally, there’s anger because this is the direct reason for the collapse of the pillar. Who told you to get drunk, who told you to beat people, and even killed someone, leading to a series of subsequent events.

A belly full of rage.

Humph.

Even if Vika can return safely, he will face cold shoulders from most of the family, a playboy who only knows how to indulge and doesn’t create value but drags them down.

…

Kuala Lumpur.

Inside a shabby civil residence.

“Cough cough!”

“Cough!”

An elderly, hunched man coughed, trembling as he got up from the bed, poured a cup of hot water, took a sip, and then felt a little relief in his throat, lying back on the bed.

“Whew!”

“Whew!”

Breathing heavily.

Each breath was a bit laborious. He didn’t know how much longer he could breathe.

Old age.

A single cold could take him away, and he was deeply unwilling in his heart.

Staring at the ceiling, with eyes vacant, as if lost in memory, occasionally a smile would cross his face, all alone. If he had anything precious, it was the memory in his mind.

Besides.

It was this place of refuge.

Soon.

It might become the place of passing.

Lying for a while.

He turned on the TV, which, due to his health, was his only way to learn about major events outside. He only watched one channel, the news, even though most of it was mundane.

But.

It gave the quiet room a hint of liveliness.

Suddenly.

The dim eyes suddenly lit up.

“This afternoon at six, the renowned entrepreneur of the Suto Clan… failed resuscitation…” Upon seeing the end, the old man suddenly sat up, his face full of furrows bunching together.

“Haha.”

“Ha, cough cough.”

“…”

The old man’s laughter was filled with helplessness, resentment, and a touch of release. The growth of the Suto Family was on the countlessly trampled, including him and his entire family.

Back then.

Doing business in Indonesia, he was massively scammed by the Suto Clan, causing his family’s assets to halve, decades of accumulation becoming theirs, and his own father dying in gloom.

Afterward.

Worked hard.

Kept working hard.

Within ten years.

Rose again, and just as things were looking up, a major upheaval occurred. He thought it would end soon, but to his surprise, it evolved as it did, the whole family was gone.

Wife.

Children.

Relatives.

All dead.

And it was a gruesome death. Many forces took the opportunity to muddy the waters, targeting some wealthy Chinese, premeditated, organized, purposeful. The Suto Clan was among them.

If he hadn’t overheard, he wouldn’t have believed it.

Too wicked.

He was lucky not to die, eventually making his way to Malay, intent on revenge, but being alone and penniless, revenge was exceedingly difficult. Too many misdeeds led to their tight security.

Tried many times.

Infiltrate.

Assassinate.

No results.

Nearly got caught.

Day after day.

Year after year.

The hatred remained, yet he was powerless, watching the Suto Clan’s business grow stronger and stronger. Eleven years ago, he accidentally broke his right leg.

Since then.

Revenge was completely hopeless.

Disabled.

The only hope was for news of their death, whether by illness, old age, or murder, anything would do. He was just an ordinary person, expecting a commoner’s rage? He needed to be whole first.

Today.

Finally waited.

Ha!

“I’m sorry I couldn’t kill him with my own hands. I’m sorry, I’m sorry…” The old man murmured, looking at the photo on the wall. It was the only remaining family photo of his once-large family.

“Rest assured.”

“I won’t let him rest in peace.”

…

Like the old man, the Suto Family had many debts, but due to their overwhelming power, nothing could be done; the only option was to wait for news of the other party’s death, the most helpless, powerless choice.

“Crackle.”

Firecrackers celebrating.

And this.

Attracted some Suto Family forces to show up.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“I like it.”

“You…”

Facing someone of that age, they truly didn’t dare to make a move, because many people were watching, the old man just passed away, at such a time, causing a death might not be manageable.

“No more firecrackers.”

“Okay.”

The next moment.

“Crackle.” Another string went off right in front of them.

“…”

It’s outrageous.

Fine.

You’re impressive.

After this period, we’ll come to settle this account, they left in a hurry, yet the sound of firecrackers continued behind them, making their hearts jump, a not-so-great feeling.

It might be an illusion.

…

Shanghai Stock Market.

Tang Qing watched all this unfold, in fact, it wasn’t his doing. He only created a condition, such as his personal doctor recently having a new assistant.

Their hatred.

Was irreconcilable.