Rebirth: Super Banking System Chapter 2428 - 2268: Do You Want to Keep Living?

However.

The sole certainty remains that this embedded agent favors the United States. Truth be told, he harbors serious doubts about Gitti's ability to completely dominate Myanmar.

After all.

She's merely a woman, and lacking solid leverage, a figure like Ling—a true 'warlord'—could swiftly slip out of control. Counting on mere allure?

Ridiculous!

Who exactly is Ling?

In Myanmar.

Ling stands as a supreme power, what sort of woman can't he obtain? Backed by his unyielding authority, swapping partners every day proves effortless.

Therefore.

The deeper he ponders.

The greater his uncertainty grows.

However.

He tucks away these concerns deep inside, convinced that Ling recognizes the mightiest force. On this world, the Western alliance wields the ultimate strength.

Provided Ling isn't a fool.

He'll understand the optimal alliance to pursue.

Myanmar appears as the 'easiest target' in terms of defense, prompting U.S. security analysts to label it a 'prime opportunity.'

Hence.

Regarding Myanmar.

The U.S. focus lacks intensity, and curbing pressures on it proves straightforward, as all hostile moves toward Myanmar this year.

Appear to have been effectively neutralized.

Analysts.

Congress.

Armed forces.

Even when individuals stir issues, it fails to alter results, while other conglomerates notice official pushback acting unusually firm.

Thus.

They turn to subtle maneuvers.

Regrettably.

Myanmar handles these skillfully, leading to repeated setbacks for the conglomerates' efforts. Small conflicts persist, yet he dismisses them lightly.

As long as Western governments stay quiet.

These issues.

Stay manageable.

…

He glances upward.

Gazing at the clear blue heavens, the elderly man narrows his eyes slightly.

Blissful!

The New World.

Feels quite pleasant.

Setting aside everything else, simply being able to stand once more and think clearly marks a tremendous success, plus he no longer frets over cancer.

So.

The only potential cause of death now is natural aging. With proper care, extending life by another two decades seems feasible.

Contemplating.

Joy surges.

Possessing such capabilities, why embrace death?

Alas.

No path to eternal life exists, and Western conglomerates covertly back longevity research, pouring vast sums merely to linger in the world a bit longer.

Yet progress stays limited.

Extending lifespan.

Proves challenging, with hopes pinned on advancements arriving before age overtakes him. This idea evokes a familiar figure.

His longtime companion, Sid Meilong.

These days.

Ten years his senior.

Currently.

Free of illness and in fair health, but the march of time draws him nearer to the end, on a recent encounter, Sid shook uncontrollably and spoke with difficulty.

Illness.

Can be cured.

Aging.

Isn't an illness.

They lack means to shatter the limits of mortality.

"Sigh!"

…

Far across the distance.

Within a vast historic fortress.

On the uppermost level.

Before an expansive window spanning floor to ceiling.

Sid occupies a wheelchair, his dimmed gaze fixed on the vista, recollections from bygone days flicker through mind, he's sharply conscious.

His time left is short.

Reflecting on existence.

Splendor.

Wealth.

He's savored nearly all the finest offerings life provides, still he clings to this realm. Death holds no appeal, but his form refuses to comply.

Maybe.

The very next instant brings his divine summons.

Nearby.

Several physicians and attendants stay with him, while family members have been excused to spare them sorrowful sights.

Dying outright.

At that instant.

Abruptly.

A sound echoes within his thoughts.

"Want to keep living?"

Right away.

Sid assumes it's an illusion.

Dismisses it.

But soon after, the sound persists, "Without surprises, your form won't endure the day, severing you from this existence."

This instance.

Sid startles.

"Who?"

He swivels his head.

Discovers the attendants and physicians have vanished, leaving a vacant, chilling space behind, evoking the otherworldly. Still, he holds steady.

Possibly.

He's merely asleep.

Else.

Those individuals wouldn't depart unannounced, and further proof of slumber comes from his body's enhanced state.

Far improved, able to converse freely.

He pivots back.

Peers through the glass once more.

"Ah!"

Sid cries out, spotting a silhouette in the pane's mirror, a figure lurks to the left, he angles his head marginally, yes, a black-clad individual stands there.

Deeply enigmatic.

Ha!

Sid laughs softly.

This slumber.

Proves intriguing, even a frightful vision entertains now, he plans a quip, but watches the figure extend a hand.

"Thump!"

Flicks his brow with digits.

"Ah!"

"...Pain?"

Sid collects himself, sensing the sting moments ago, dreams lack such vivid aches, then hears again, "You’re not asleep."

Listening.

Sid freezes, stunned.

In this second.

Overcome, comprehension escapes him, if not a dream, it terrifies, beyond merely dismissing the staff.

That feat alone unnerves deeply.

Certainly.

Coercion might explain it, but either way, the intruder's stealth chills him, he rotates fully.

Fixing a piercing gaze on the intruder.

"Who are you?"

In reply.

The figure keeps arms folded, eyes on the outlook.

"Someone capable of rescuing you."

"Rescue me?"

"Yes."

"You can prolong my days?" Sid’s pulse quickens.

"Precisely."

"How many more years?"

"That hinges on your choice."

"Hmm?"

"If you agree to the cost, living decades more becomes possible."

At these words, Sid inhales sharply, quelling astonishment and doubt, projecting confidence, "What price do you seek?"

Musing.

Undoubtedly cash is desired, as for legitimacy.

Ha!

If death claims him first, payment vanishes.

Yet.

To this, the figure grins, "Money? Whatever for? What I seek is control over the Meilong Financial Group you command."

"Naturally."

"Not a cent will we claim, but henceforth, on vital decisions, the group follows our lead."

In essence.

You'll serve as a steadfast ally.

Upon this.

Sid firmly denies.

"Out of the question, Meilong Financial Group answers to no one." Absurd, as a powerhouse consortium, why yield to an unknown overlord.

"Then the agreement fails." The figure smiles faintly.

"Very well."

"Farewell."

"Savor your final hours."

With that.

The figure pivots, strides toward the exit.

En route.

A lingering sound, "Should regret strike, blink your right eye rapidly, one more thing, desires for extended life extend beyond you alone."

Afterward.

Bang!

The primary door shuts softly.

Soon.

Several attendants return, summoned by the butler's message for an outdoor discussion, unconcerned about Sid's sudden decline.

Security cameras.

Vital sign trackers on wrists.

All.

Indicate stability.