What is the cruelest force in the world?
A war-torn battlefield?
No.
It's capital.
Capital is an invisible butcher's blade. When it's raised, the wealth accumulated over generations in a country can be destroyed in an instant. And when it strikes, the sweat and toil of generations can vanish like foam.
Banks don't just lend umbrellas when the sun is out and snatch them back when it rains.
They are the very ones wielding the blade.
On a rainy day, they won't just take the umbrella—they'll strip the clothes off your back and squeeze the very blood from your flesh.
No one understood this better than Karl.
That's why he wanted to sell the company.
"M-Mr. Li… I…"
As Karl trembled, sweat forming on his brow and his lips quivering, Pierre cut through his pretense without mercy.