I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property-Chapter 689 - 687: It’s Easy to Invite the Buddha, but Hard to Send Him Away

"Mr. Zhang, we..."

The two psychics turned ghostly pale in an instant, caught between their immediate superior on the one hand and Zhang Menglong, this devil, on the other, they suddenly felt stuck between a rock and a hard place.

"What's the matter, my words don't carry weight?" Zhang Menglong clenched his fists until they crackled, "If you're unwilling to break his hand, then I'll start by slaughtering the both of you!"

This statement sent shivers down the spines of the two psychics. They believed that Zhang Menglong definitely had the strength to do it, knowing that just a few hours earlier, he had defeated over a hundred divine-level psychics in a single move, and at that moment they vaguely sensed that the energy intensity erupting from Zhang Menglong had already exceeded 30 units.

Was this something they could possibly resist?

Even though Britos was a member of the Supernaturals Alliance, he was just a normal person, primarily responsible for the handover of work between the Supernaturals Alliance and the official centers of power, which is to say, he played a role akin to a political commissar.

For two psychics to break the hand of an ordinary person was as easy as eating.

But if they broke Britos' hand, they could kiss their futures in the Supernaturals Alliance goodbye! As long as Britos didn't die today, they would probably be relentlessly hunted down afterwards.

But if they did not obey Zhang Menglong's order, they might not live through the day!

One choice held a glimmer of hope for survival; worst case scenario, they could change their names and go incognito. With their skills, they could find a living anywhere, and the wealth they had amassed over the years was more than enough for them to live like worry-free millionaires in a place Britos could never find.

Whereas the other choice was to drop dead on the spot. Unless their brains were malfunctioning, they would never pick the latter.

"Mr. Britos, we're sorry, we want to live!"

The two psychics directly left the room, heading toward where Britos and the others were.

"What are you doing? Are you rebelling? I guarantee you, if you lay a finger on me today, there will be no place for you in the whole world!" Britos panicked, "Stop them! Somebody, come!"

As a base for the Supernaturals Alliance, there were many other strong psychics present, and they had not taken part in the campaign against Zhang Menglong. They immediately formed a protective ring around Britos and the others.

"Zhou Boquan, some people are trying to protect him, handle it!" said Zhang Menglong.

"What? Zhou Boquan? You too..." If Britos had been feeling fear before, now he was utterly despairing.

In the entire Supernaturals Alliance, no one could match Zhou Boquan, the Heavenly Origin Boundary Ancient Martial Artist. Even if everyone teamed up, they couldn't harm a hair on his head, even if Zhou Boquan stood still and relied solely on his Inner Strength for defense, these psychics' attacks would be like scraping an itch, such was the vast chasm between their realms!

"Anyone who doesn't want to die, step back!" Zhou Boquan, dressed in simple cloth, entered the conference room. His presence made the atmosphere around him congeal.

"Zhou Boquan, the Supernaturals Alliance has treated you well. Why would you help him? Could it be that you joined the Supernaturals Alliance just for this day?" Britos stepped back with each word.

"You all are really giving yourselves too much credit," Zhou Boquan said with a wry smile, "To destroy your so-called Supernaturals Alliance, what need is there for any plots and intrigues?"

"Then you..."

"You've always wanted to know why I left Realm Island, haven't you? Now I'll tell you, it all has to do with Mr. Zhang."

"He... he's the one who conquered your Realm Island?" In that instant, Britos really felt his blood pressure skyrocket. Zhang Menglong was that person who even the Island Master could not handle?

At that moment, the two psychics had already rushed into the conference room.

"You... don't come any closer!"

But no one heeded him as they walked straight up to Britos.

There were two crisp "snap, snap" sounds, and Britos' arms suddenly drooped helplessly down.

"Hey hey hey, what are you doing? I only said to break one of his hands. Why are you two so full of malice? A man's word is his bond; if I said one hand, then it should be just one hand. Reattach the other one!"

One of the psychics grabbed Britos' arm, not caring about his screams of agony, and just reattached his limb right then and there.

"Ahh!" Whether it was being dislocated or reattached, Britos was in excruciating pain.

"Zhang Menglong, you..." Brutus looked at Zhang Menglong, but Zhang Menglong was no longer in the room.

"Do you now realize your situation?" Zhang Menglong's voice rang out, and to everyone's surprise, he was already sitting on a sofa not far away.

Everyone in the conference room shrank into the corner, each lowering their heads, not daring to meet his gaze, fearing that Zhang Menglong would shoot the birds that stick out their heads.

"Do you all think I have a good temper?"

"First, you colluded to bankrupt me, then sent fighters to intercept me, and now you've mobilized so many psychics to capture me. Do you think I'm without temper?"

"Let me tell you, as long as I haven't left here, they will continue to attack your financial markets, but I guess you won't hold out for long, right? How much money do you have left? At most, you've only got a few hundred billion US Dollars left, right?"

Zhang Menglong once again turned on the communicator, directly turning the volume up to the maximum.

"Hong Yi, how's it going?"

"Mr. Zhang, the financial markets of all 41 countries and regions in the time zone have all collapsed. Currently, our earnings are about 1.8 trillion US Dollars."

"Tsk! A bunch of paupers!" Zhang Menglong showed a look of disdain; on average, this was also less than 500 billion US Dollars.

The representatives of the Supernaturals Alliance each wore a wry smile—they had no choice. Their US Dollar reserves had dwindled significantly a month ago and what they had left now was truly the bottom of the barrel, as they were so poor they were down to their last clothing!

"You're still laughing?" Zhang Menglong pointed at Brutus, "You think I can't deal with you? You think just because you print US Dollars that you would be spared this time?"

"Hong Yi, how many US Dollar bonds do we have on hand right now?"

"Mr. Zhang, approximately 18 trillion!"

"Good, dump all of them!"

"What?" Brutus went pale as he heard this; when had Zhang Menglong secretly disposed of so many bonds?

In normal times, surely there would be buyers willing to take over and they wouldn't have to worry about devaluation.

But now it was different—the foreign exchange markets of all 88 countries had collapsed, their national treasuries and bank reserves completely emptied of US Dollars. Even if they wanted to take over the bonds, they didn't have the money!

If Zhang Menglong were to dump these bonds now, there would simply be no buyers!

What would the result be? The credibility of the US Dollar would be lost, the country's international status would instantly decline, leading to a rapid devaluation!

If they had to handle these debts, they would need someone to take them on. Could domestic institutions absorb such a huge amount of debt? If they could, the majority of these bonds wouldn't be in foreigners' hands.

There would only be one other option—to print 18 trillion US Dollars!

If they dared turn on the printing press, the US Dollar would rapidly devalue, inflation would surge, and the economy would collapse—all in the blink of an eye.

Moreover, the impact would mean no country would choose to use US Dollars for settlements in the future; the consequences would be fatal.

As long as Zhang Menglong didn't leave here, the blow would be fatal to every country represented by the people in the room!

"Zhang... Mr. Zhang, this is all a misunderstanding. We'll send someone to take you back immediately!"

"Yes, yes, a misunderstanding. We invited you here this time only to apologize for the incidents before."

"Exactly, you see, we've lost so much. You're a magnanimous man. Just name your compensation!"

At this moment, every person had lost all shame, ready to sell their souls if only Zhang Menglong would stop this ruthless financial onslaught!

"Haven't you heard an old saying from our Huaxia?"

"The so-called 'it's easy to invite the Buddha, but difficult to send him away.' You beckon me over, and I come, you tell me to leave and I should just go? Don't I have any dignity?"