Chapter 903 - Two Choices (1/2)

At Coro Airport, a commercial airliner landed on the runway.

A young man with a baseball cap walked off the plane. Behind him were two burly men dressed in suits. From the way they stared behind him instead of looking around, the two men apparently weren’t this young man’s bodyguards and were more like guards.

After he got off the plane, one of the burly men showed his ID to the airport staff. The trio immediately entered a special track of the airport and arrived in front of a black limousine.

When the door opened, James Rothschild’s facial muscles twitched when he saw the person sitting in the car, but he still suppressed the urge to flee and sat in the car.

“It’s nice to meet you, Mr. James Rothschild.”

“Nice to meet you… Mr. Jiang Chen.” James tried to squeeze out a smile but it was uglier than crying. He shook Jiang Chen’s hand.

Even if it was a tool, he could understand that the fire in Pilsen’s Synagogue was probably related to this man in front of him in some shape or form.

The heads, heirs, and representatives of the thirteen families who marked the core ranks of the Freemasonry almost all died in the fire… only he survived. Although the death of a family leader would only cause some temporary turmoil for the old continental families such as the Krupps and Rothschilds, and the covenant that lasted a hundred years wouldn’t be destroyed because of the death of a few people, it was still a heavy blow for the collective Freemasonry.

Even the most unruly terrorist organizations absolutely wouldn’t have the guts to commit such resolute actions.

Unless it was a reckless madman…

In the hands of a madman, James couldn’t help but feel deep despair.

“Please sit down.” Jiang Chen pointed to the seat opposite him. James nodded quickly and carefully sat down across from him.

Jiang Chen made a gesture to the bodyguard outside and the bodyguard closed the door. The driver started the car and James noticed that the bodyguard in the front passenger seat put his hand intentionally or unintentionally in front of his chest.

There was no doubt that he was holding a gun. If he acted slightly abnormal, the pistol hidden in his suit would instantly point against his forehead.

When James thought of that, his already pale face turned even whiter.

During this short period of time, Jiang Chen examined the man in front of him. Even if he was relatively inexperienced at reading people, he intuitively concluded that the man named James Rothschild was inferior to his brother Carmen not by just a little, both in terms of ability and courage.

It was better this way.

If he was a capable person, it would be more difficult.

Looking at James’ unsettled appearance, Jiang Chen smiled and said with delight, “Are you scared?”

James forced a smile and didn’t respond.

“You can try to take a deep breath. It’ll help you,” Jiang Chen said.

James took a few deep breaths. Not only did he not relax, but he instead choked himself and coughed repeatedly.

James said with a grim face as he looked up: “Mr. Jiang, if there’s anything you need me to do, just say it. I presume you didn’t bring me from Europe to Xin not just to watch me make a fool of myself.”

After hearing James’s words, Jiang Chen looked at him slyly.

“Do you know why you’re here?”

“I swear to God that what happened in Los Santos had nothing to do with me-”

“Of course I know it had nothing to do with you.” Jiang Chen raised his hand and interrupted James.

James was delighted.

“That—”