Derek's desire for survival quickly vanished, not because of the water torture inflicted by Mountain Eagle, but because of the message he brought...

When he learned it was someone from the upper echelons of the Belgar Lake Foundation who leaked their information, he knew he had no way out.

Derek was well aware that even though his uncle was 'Mr. Veen', he couldn't protect him in this situation.

The Belgar Lake Foundation is a relatively loose economic and power alliance, a membership organization formed by top power brokers who participated in dividing the world after World War II.

In the eyes of ordinary people, someone as high and unreachable as 'Mr. Veen' couldn't even reach the top of the Belgar Lake Foundation.

It's not because 'Mr. Veen' doesn't have enough money, but because his influence is insufficient.

The businesses like gambling and money laundering, which are highly dependent on policies, determined that 'Mr. Veen' belongs to the side in need of power.

He could bribe many people to lobby for his business, but there would always be someone at a higher level who could bankrupt him anytime.

So when the Belgar Lake Foundation encountered problems and decided to abandon those on the Texas pipeline, they were doomed!

Upon learning this news, Derek's spirit was instantly crushed because compared to the punishment inflicted by Mountain Eagle, being 'abandoned' made him more desperate!

He had done too many things relying on the power of the Belgar Lake Foundation, and without its protection, enemies would soon come knocking.

Unlike those politicians, the things he had done exposed him to all kinds of business and people, some of whom were extremely ruthless, and he happened to offend them dearly...

Once his enemies learned of his situation, they would not hesitate to spend time finding him and his family and making him regret for life!

His uncle couldn't keep his wife and children at his estate forever because they were all 'negative assets'!

Physical pain can be endured, but spiritual despair cannot be resisted...

Derek Veen stared blankly at the crystal chandelier above for a moment, then as if he aged decades, said hoarsely, "Mountain Eagle, I have the information you want. Promise me a few conditions and I'll tell you what I know."

Mountain Eagle shook his head with pursed lips, "If your condition includes letting you go, then I won't agree.

I took such a big risk to find you guys, not for the Death Angel. I just want all you bastards who devour people without leaving bones to die!

Once you're all dead, maybe the Death Angel will show up on his own!"

Derek Veen surprisingly nodded slightly and said, "Yes, he won't stay in the dark all the time; that guy is a mad dog driven insane; he wants to take revenge on us."

Saying this, Derek Veen tilted his head to look at Mountain Eagle and said dejectedly, "You promised me a quick end, but before I die, can you agree to a few of my requests?

Rest assured, I won't let you do it for nothing!"

Mountain Eagle saw that the guy had clearly given up on the idea of survival, and he nodded, "No problem, even considering 'Mr. Veen's' face, as long as you cooperate with me, I'll give you a decent end."

Derek Veen closed his eyes and nodded slightly, "I have an account at Panama Bank, and there are one hundred and fifty million US Dollars.

I'll give you this money, but I have one condition: I want you to convert half of this money into shares of the Salvador Power Plant and transfer them to my son.

All this must be done in the presence of my uncle, 'Mr. Veen'!"

Jiao Jia pondered for a moment after listening, then said, "You seem very frightened; you don't even have enough confidence in 'Mr. Veen'..."

Derek Veen nodded and said, "I once did some very terrible things and offended some people.

The Belgar Lake Foundation abandoned people like us, and those guys we hurt will take back what they lost from our family, with vengeance...

My uncle 'Mr. Veen' can protect my family's lives, but there are some things even he can't intervene in.

I need to secure some assets for my children that cannot be taken away!"

Mountain Eagle, upon hearing this, said indifferently, "If that's your condition, then I agree!

Now you can tell me the part I'm interested in..."

At this moment, Derek Veen also calmed down...

Isn't there a saying that goes, 'A person's words are good when they are about to die'? After knowing that his death was inevitable, Derek Veen instead let go...

He glanced at the rope on his hands and said, "Can you untie me? I promise I won't run..."

"You can't escape anyway..."

Mountain Eagle drew a dagger and cut the rope binding Derek, then stood up to take two glasses and poured a cup of whiskey for him...

Derek Veen coughed painfully after getting off the dining table, glanced at the knives on the nearby counter, and then shook his head in discouragement. He pulled a chair, sat down heavily, and took the whiskey handed by Mountain Eagle, taking a big gulp...

"Cough cough cough..."

The alcohol's stimulation made him cough violently a few times. Then he looked at Mountain Eagle and said, "Do you know what a 'Replacer' is?"

Mountain Eagle nodded slightly, "I know, I was the one who smashed the Replacer in Thailand, and I also contributed to the destruction of the Los Angeles Replacer."

Derek Veen poured another glass, downed it in one gulp, and smiled bitterly, "Do you know the origin of the 'Replacer'?"

Mountain Eagle frowned, "Don't tell me the 'Replacer' has something to do with the Death Angel!"

Derek Veen smiled bitterly and nodded, saying, "In fact, the emergence of the 'Replacer' is related to people like us, and the Death Angel was just one of the early assigned managers!

We used to be an alliance...

This is Texas, the Bush family's turf. Many among us followed the Bush family's expansion and invested tons of money worldwide.

To protect our businesses, we needed to develop some local forces.

Originally, this kind of work was done by the CIA, but their asking price was too high, so some of us had a whim and used some NGO Organization to net many angry young people in special places.

These young people needed someone to lead them, so we sent Hafali, the Death Angel, over there!

You know, we knew from the start that the Death Angel was the child of the ISIS leader...

We thought we'd come up with a bright idea back then, so we convinced the CIA, Mossad, and the Military Intelligence Bureau to nurture a Monster!"