Chapter 463: He Used Our Blade to Wear an Indestructible Body!

The top floor of Saint Remo Apartment.

Daybreak.

Sunlight streams through the huge floor‑to‑ceiling windows, spilling onto the carpet and coating last night's mess with a layer of falsely warm gold.

David Cohen, sporting two massive dark circles under his eyes, holds a pen and a napkin, sits on the carpet, his gaze vacant, muttering to himself.

"German Bank market cap is 300 billion, thirty percent is 90 billion… French Bank 250 billion, thirty percent is 75 billion… Fiat… Shell… Anglo‑American Resources… My God, what does that add up to? My calculator is already smoking…"

He suddenly scratches his already sparse hair and lets out a desperate wail: "It's over, I can't compute it! This figure exceeds the limits of human comprehension! Have we seized half of Europe?!"

Lu Qingjun lifts a cup of strong coffee, also having slept no night, yet he is in a state of extreme excitement. Several phones in his office have been ringing nonstop since the early hours, callers ranging from Wall Street investment giants to Middle East oil princes, and even a few South American diplomats he has only ever seen in the news.

Without exception, they all ask in the most humble, most panicked tone how to establish a "friendly liaison" with the Global Stability and Development Fund.

"Brother," Lu Qingjun, coffee in hand, walks to the window, watches his elder brother's calm silhouette, his voice tinged with a surreal dreaminess, "Are we... maybe playing too big?"

Lu Qingshan turns, now dressed in casual wear, looking like an ordinary person about to go on vacation, with no hint of the demon king who just turned Europe upside down.

"Big?" he glances at David, still wrestling with the napkin, "This is only the beginning."

He walks to the sofa and sits; Li Junjie and Zhang Qianru have already organized all the documents, standing upright before him like two soldiers awaiting inspection.

Their faces are etched with fatigue, yet their eyes blaze with an unprecedented light.

Everything that happened last night has completely shattered the worldview they built over the past twenty‑plus years, then reshaped it in a grander, harsher manner.

"Boss," Li Junjie hands over a document, "This is the first list of 'equity swap' targets drafted per your request, prioritizing energy, ports, and mineral resources. The handover team for Piraeus Port has already departed, and Greece's new prime minister will sign the handover agreement in an hour."

"Zhang Qianru," Lu Qingshan takes the document, doesn't even glance at it, and turns to the other side.

"Mr. Lu!" Zhang Qianru immediately hands over another document, her voice tight with excitement, "The final draft of the Arbitration Court Charter is complete; the legal advisors of twenty‑seven European families have stayed up all night and have all signed online. Their original family seals are on the way to Hong Kong Island."

Lu Qingshan nods, satisfied with their efficiency.

"From today onward," he looks at the two, "the European side is yours. Li Junjie will handle asset integration, Zhang Qianru will oversee court construction. Ye Ning will mobilize global resources to assist you. Remember, I don't want a pile of cold assets; I want a brand‑new Europe that follows our orders completely."

Li Junjie and Zhang Qianru's bodies jolt; they lock eyes and see immense shock and ecstatic joy reflected in each other.

They understand that the boss is granting them supreme authority.

"We guarantee mission completion!" the two say in unison, their voices ringing with force.

Having issued all instructions, Lu Qingshan stands and picks up a coat.

"Brother, are you leaving now?" Lu Qingjun asks hurriedly.

"Mm, come home with me," Lu Qingshan replies.

"The air tickets are already booked, our Xinghan private jet," David climbs up from the floor, a sycophantic smile on his face, "But boss, you're no longer extorting… oh no, no longer requisitioning a US Air Force plane? I think that thing is pretty fast."

"No need," Lu Qingshan puts on the coat, "Too flamboyant."

David, Lu Qingjun, Li Junjie, Zhang Qianru: "……"

When you fly a strategic reconnaissance aircraft to Europe to collect protection fees, how did you never think of the word 'flamboyant'?

……

Meanwhile, Washington, the White House.

In the oval office, the atmosphere is as oppressive as the eye of a storm.

President Mr. (the President) turns a pallid shade of iron, slams a document stamped 'Top Secret' heavily onto the massive desk.

"A laughingstock! We've become the world's laughingstock!" his voice trembles slightly with anger, "Our most advanced strategic reconnaissance aircraft has become his private taxi! Now the whole world reports that the Rothschild family paid a huge 'fuel fee' to the US Air Force! This is the greatest disgrace since the founding of the nation!"

Finance Minister Bowen lies weakly on the sofa beside him, his face as pale as paper, with two White House doctors standing nearby. He has just awakened from a coma, and his voice is hoarse as if sanded.

"Mr. President… we… we can't let him run amok any longer! We must sanction him! Freeze all his assets!"

The CIA Director stands nearby, giving a wry smile and shaking his head.

"Director, I'm afraid we can't do that."

"Why?!" Bowen struggles to sit up.

"Because," the CIA Director pulls up a new report, hands it to the President, "Just now, the Queen of the United Kingdom, in her personal capacity, injected one hundred tons of gold into the Global Stability and Development Fund, and announced that the fund will serve as the sole overseas strategic investment partner for the Commonwealth for the next fifty years."

"German Bank, French Bank… almost all major European financial institutions have become 'founding partners' of this fund. Their assets are now deeply tied to Lu Qingshan's assets. If we freeze him, it would be tantamount to declaring war on all of Europe."

"More importantly…" the CIA Director inhales deeply, stating the crucial point, "The so‑called 'International Arbitration Court' he established has garnered joint support from all the Old Aristocracy families of Europe. They are submitting a proposal to the United Nations. Legally, he now represents the creditors of half the Western world. If we move against him, we are opposing the world's historical debts."

Bowen's body goes limp, collapsing back onto the sofa, his eyes vacant.

They are on the brink of death.

That Eastern devil, using the knife they handed over, not only stabbed their enemy to death but also turned the enemy's corpse into an impenetrable armor for himself.

The President sits back down dejectedly, gazing at the Stars and Stripes fluttering on the lawn outside, feeling its glare for the first time.

"Then what can we do?" he asks wearily.

The CIA Director remains silent for a moment, then says with difficulty, "Pray. Pray that after he returns home, he will be more compliant."

……

A dozen hours later, a private Wanliu aircraft lands smoothly at Capital City's Nanyuan Military Airport.

While the aircraft is still taxiing, Lu Qingshan looks through the side window and sees a strange sight.

On the tarmac, there are no shuttle buses, no bustling ground crew, only a black Red Flag limousine parked silently, like a mute reef.

The plane comes to a halt, and the cabin door opens.

The flight attendants, with reverent looks, guide the two distinguished guests down.

When Lu Qingshan's figure appears at the doorway, the rear door of the Red Flag limousine is pushed open.

Foreign Exchange Administration Bureau Director Wang Shanghong steps out of the car himself, without a secretary or bodyguards, alone.

He strides to the stairway, looks up at the young man descending step by step, his face breaking into a sincere smile mixing excitement, admiration, and relief.

He says nothing, but personally steps forward and opens the rear seat door for Lu Qingshan.

This simple gesture carries more weight than any grand welcoming ceremony.

"Comrade Qingshan," Wang Shanghong's voice carries a barely perceptible tremor, "Welcome home."

Lu Qingshan sat in the car, and a familiar, homeland air gave the heart that, after raising a massive wave in Europe and America, had remained as calm as an ancient well, finally a hint of warmth.

"Everyone at home, all right?" he asked.

"All good, all good." Wang Shanghong pressed close to Lu Qingshan, closed the car door, Lu Qingjun sat into the passenger seat, "Comrade Yue E and Xiao Xue are both waiting for you at home. The leaders, knowing you are returning today, specifically instructed that you go home first, to spend time with your family."

The red flag car started slowly, did not head toward the VIP Passage, but instead from an internal road, silently left the airport.

Outside the car window, the familiar streets of the Capital City rushed backward.

Lu Qingshan leaned against the seat and closed his eyes.

The ancient castle of Geneva, the bustle of New York, the Earth's arc at thirty‑thousand‑meter altitude… all of it, at this moment, was cast from his mind.

In his mind, only his wife's gentle smiling face and his daughter's soft, mushy "Dad" remained.

He has returned.

Carrying a brand‑new world, he returned to the home that forever belongs to him.