"To be honest, I don’t want to have any more dealings with the Marquis." After a moment of silence, Song Yun said, "Besides, the Marquis saved my life. I really don’t want to get entangled in these things with him."

"He just wants you to grow more." Wang Jue said, "I understand his feelings for you."

Song Yun’s face turned awkward for a moment, then he said, "Anyway, I don’t agree to these conditions."

"Then I guess we’ll have to go our separate ways."

Wang Jue said. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

"That’s the way it is. I’ll wait for you to change your mind." Song Yun said this, then hung up the phone and let out a long breath.

Honestly, Song Yun really doesn’t want to have any more connections with the Marquis. Right now, the Marquis’s attention is all focused on the U.S. elections, not on him, which makes Song Yun quite happy. He wouldn’t bother to seek out the Marquis and defeat him.

Moreover, even though the Marquis has always been a villain, he did save Song Yun’s life. While there was an element of looking down on him in that, being looked down upon in this day and age isn’t such a big deal. Song Yun figured it out that being underestimated doesn’t mean he has to fight back. He can continue to grow until the person who once looked down on him has to look up to him, which is far more rewarding than defeating them!

Therefore, Song Yun would rather continue to grow until he becomes undefeatable than fight a life or death battle with the Marquis now. That doesn’t align with Song Yun’s values.

Isn’t the Marquis hoping for his growth? Fine, he’ll grow to a point where even the Marquis fears him, where the Marquis dares not even make a move. Isn’t that better than knocking him down?

Besides, Song Yun is now a father, and his mindset has already undergone significant changes.

What Song Yun hopes for most now is that his loved ones, his family, and friends can be safe and sound. That’s Song Yun’s biggest wish.

If there is still murderous intent in Song Yun’s mind, it would be directed towards two people.

One is Song Kunlun, and the other is Kunpeng.

These are the two people Song Yun most wants to kill, and who must be dealt with. As for the Marquis, who knows where he ranks now.

Moreover, the Marquis recently took care of Richard, which made Song Yun as delighted as can be. Song Yun would have to be crazy to provoke the Marquis now.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the ocean.

"Song Yun rejected that old man?"

The Marquis looked at the War God standing in front of him and asked.

"Yes, the master asked Song Yun to defeat you, but Song Yun refused." The War God said.

"I knew it, Song Yun still loves me." A seductive smile flashed across the Marquis’s face, followed by a helpless sigh. He wrapped his arm around the woman next to him and said, "But lately, I’ve fallen for women again. As for Song Yun, I can wait. I’m not in a rush at all. Maybe three to five years, maybe ten years; when Song Yun has matured beyond measure, I’ll then pick him. Right now, I’m only interested in the establishment and women."

As he spoke, the Marquis’s hand wandered into the suit skirt of the woman beside him, a popular candidate for the U.S. election known as the Iron Lady, whom in the Marquis’s hands was as docile as a lamb.

"By the way, tell the old man to sell the island to Song Yun."

The Marquis suddenly said, "Song Yun seems to want a paradise; that’s fine, let him quiet down for a while temporarily. Lest when I want to play with him, he ends up getting taken down by someone else, that wouldn’t be good!"

"Okay, I’ll inform the master." The War God nodded respectfully.

The Marquis, a person Song Yun doesn’t know whether is a friend or foe, has finally temporarily shifted his gaze away from Song Yun.

The next appearance could be months later, or a year later, or even several or ten years later.

But no matter what, this figure who is like a friend but also like a foe is destined to be entwined with Song Yun for a long, long time. How this entanglement ultimately plays out depends on the future.

At least right now, the future can’t be seen.

The fact that Song Yun can’t envision a future with a man is quite intriguing.

Since the negotiations with Wang Jue collapsed, Song Yun must come up with another way to purchase the Beville Islands. However, no matter how Song Yun thinks about it, it seems buying the Beville Islands isn’t going to be easy.

Wang Jue, what kind of person is he? He is one of the most outstanding figures in the Western world, more formidable than Mr. Song. If a person like him doesn’t agree to something, what can you do? You can’t do anything. Give him money? His wealth could crush you for generations. Threaten him? His influence spans the entire European continent, and even the Rockefellers in the U.S. can’t deal with someone like Wang Jue. Can you threaten him? Or use force? That’s even more ridiculous. If Song Yun still has some hope of taking down Kunpeng, then taking down Wang Jue is nothing short of wishful thinking. When many countries were defeated as a result of war, the Rothschild Family emerged unscathed. Just from this point alone, airplane and artillery defenses can’t be pierced. Can you, on your own, defeat that? Even if you brought Mr. Song, Kunpeng, and others along, it wouldn’t necessarily pose a threat to Wang Jue.

No aspect of this was feasible at all. Song Yun was genuinely clueless about what to do.

Just as Song Yun was at a loss, the phone suddenly rang.

An unknown number sent a text message.

"Transfer the money to this account, one billion dollars."

Song Yun was startled for a moment, then showed a surprised expression.

This message seemed like a scam text message that was popular recently. However, no scammer would be brainless enough to send such a message. One billion dollars? Are they crazy for money?

The only thing that can be certain is that this is a number from someone inside the Rothschild Family.

Song Yun smiled brightly.

Not long after, Zhao Yan called Song Yun.

"Someone from the Rothschild Family has contacted me, saying they want to make a deal worth one billion dollars." Zhao Yan said, "What’s going on?"

"It’s nothing. Have their people come to Beijing to sign a contract." Song Yun said, "This is my personal matter; I’ll handle the money myself."

"Currently, we have about ten billion funds in the accounts. If you need to use it, I can bring out five billion. Most of our assets are in fixed assets, so that’s all the money." Zhao Yan said.

"No need, I’ll find someone to lend it." Song Yun said with a smile, then hung up the phone.