From God of Lies to Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 355: The Iron-Fisted Persuasion Method

"Chief, they have arrived!" As the only high-level talent among the tribe's leaders to hold a doctorate, Alex was naturally the one tasked with arranging the meeting for these corporate executives.

Carl nodded slightly. "Which companies are represented?"

"Mining Companies, primarily those extracting silver, gold, and various rare metals. They are all tied to corporations from Canada, America, and Europe. They mine here, pay a minuscule fraction in taxes, and walk away with all the profits!"

"Beverage Companies. The largest is Coca-Cola, but it also includes Heineken and Budweiser. They are massive consumers of water. They established factories in the arid northern states, extracting vast amounts of water resources to produce their drinks. Oh, and by the way, the main reason for the water scarcity there is that America built numerous dams, cutting off the rivers that flow into the region!"

"There are also large Labor-Intensive Companies. They rely on the local workforce to manufacture automobiles and home appliances. Through technology and value-added processes, they siphon away the vast majority of the profits..."

"These corporations, coupled with the Retail Giants that control the livelihoods of the citizens, have completely strangled the lifeblood of this entire nation!"

Seeing all this, Alex fully understood why so many people chose to take a desperate risk, embarking on the point of no return as Drug Traffickers!

This nation simply had no other industries left for its people. Manufacturing, agriculture, mining, and retail—the international giants held nooses in their hands, tightening them around the people's necks. Just surviving took everything they had!

If they wanted to earn more money, the only natural recourse left was to resort to extreme measures and step onto that terrifying, crooked path.

"The Drug Traffickers are the tumors of this nation, and these companies are the blood-sucking parasites clinging to its body!" Carl declared with icy calm. "Now, these malignant growths must be eradicated one by one!"As a Chief, Carl's worldview hadn't originally been very broad. In the very beginning, he only wanted his tribe to live with a bit more dignity.

But now, his ambitions had clearly expanded. After being endowed with Transcendent power, this was truer than ever.

He didn't care about so-called international public opinion or political games. Once he truly occupied this territory and recognized the outwardly fierce but inwardly cowardly nature of the American Government, he instinctively grasped another truth: the inherent weakness of capital!

When dealing with those weaker than themselves, these wealthy tycoons were the most frenzied of beasts, devouring their prey until not a single crumb remained.

But when confronted by someone stronger, they suddenly became exceedingly "reasonable," incredibly friendly, and perfectly calm. They would even deceive themselves just to cater to the strong.

If he had studied Chinese culture, he undoubtedly would have summarized them with the proverb: Barbarians fear power but do not appreciate kindness.

"Come. Since they are all here, let us have a proper discussion with them regarding the issues of this country!" Carl commanded.

Over the past two days, the tribe had received a multitude of messages. There were diplomatic notes from countries all over the world, declarations from remnant tribes across South America seeking to establish ties, but the vast majority came from Mexico City.

The current Government had secretly split into two factions. One part sided with the remaining Drug Traffickers, seeking to fight to the last ditch. Desperate to preserve their Interests and Power, they acted with sheer madness.

The other faction, however, seemed to have caught a glimpse of hope. They prayed that the Deities tied to their bloodline would descend to their rescue.

Thus, this group was incredibly eager to hand the Power of the nation over to Carl. They wanted him to become the ruler of the former Aztec Empire, to act as the national Divine Priest.

Although there weren't many people in this faction, it was more than enough for Carl.

After all, once he had the rightful claim, he could simply seize the rest himself.

What he desired was to reboot that once-great civilization, not to simply sit as the Emperor of a mundane realm. For Divine Favored like them, such worldly titles held no meaning.

Therefore, Carl didn't care about Power and Interests in the slightest. He only cared about faith!

It was visibly apparent that after they finished cleaning up the Drug Traffickers and their narcotics, citizens in the city had already begun proactively asking about the Mayan Gods and the deities of the Aztec Empire.

These people, who had likely lived their entire lives immersed in Spanish culture, suddenly began to reflect on the origins of their bloodline.

And this phenomenon gave Carl perfect clarity on what he needed to do!

He needed to perform deeds that the common populace would praise. Just like The Church next door, he had to become a champion for the believers. Only then would their Deities and culture transform into true faith through word of mouth!

The eradication of the Drug Traffickers was one aspect; dealing with these multinational corporations was another!

Only by accomplishing these things could he announce to the populace of this nation that the return of the Deities brought with it a better life!

As these thoughts crossed his mind, the doors to the conference room in front of him swung open. The executives from dozens of the most powerful multinational companies all stood up.

They had no choice but to stand. Even though they were all CEOs of massive corporations, facing the boss of a genuine Transcendent faction left them feeling deeply apprehensive.

Carl and Alex walked to the front of the conference room together and sat down, facing the large crowd. "I am glad you all could make it. I am Carl, the Chief of a tribe, and of course, I am now the temporary administrator of this city!" Carl stated coolly. "I have been searching for the power to get this city moving again, but then I discovered something. This city, this state, this nation of Mexico—why does it have no money?"

"Though I am just a tribal native, even I know that in America, everyone must pay taxes so the Government can have funds!"

"Yet in this country, certain people haven't been paying their taxes. So, I made them pay what they owed in full. My methods might have been a bit rough, but none of them voiced any complaints!"

As he spoke, he waved his hand. The curtains of the adjacent room were pulled back, revealing the plaza situated right next to their conference room.

In the plaza, hundreds of corpses were impaled on iron poles, arranged in impeccably neat rows. Many people were placing coal and wood beneath them, clearly preparing for a mass incineration.

No one would find this form of incineration strange, because in this nation

This gruesome scene made many of the executives feel deeply uneasy, and flashes of fear rippled across their faces.

They knew they might be threatened by coming here, but they came anyway to prevent the loss of their corporate assets.

Now, it seemed that threatened was putting it mildly. This was a blatant message: if their answers failed to satisfy this man, they would be added to the human skewers roasting below.

'These people are utter savages!' A chill ran through their hearts, but not a single person dared to utter a word.

Up on the podium, Carl continued speaking. "This made me quite curious. Why is it that your companies earn so much money from us every year, yet pay almost zero taxes, or at most, a minuscule amount?"

Someone gritted their teeth and mustered the courage to speak up. "We pay our taxes according to the rates mandated by Mexico..."

"Oh? Is that so? What happens if you haven't been paying according to those rates?" Carl stared at them with icy eyes. "Whoever can guarantee this, I will have you investigate the records alongside Alex. If there truly are no issues, I will permit you to continue your business expansion on this land!"

"But, if there are discrepancies—I will show you the true meaning of the Deities' wrath!"

Carl's words made everyone's hearts skip a beat. They clearly saw that as he clenched his fist, the very air in the room seemed to compress around them.

No one dared to make such a guarantee. After all, they were all multinational corporations; they knew exactly how dirty their peers' hands were.

They hadn't even paid Mexico's pathetically low taxes. It was far more cost-effective to simply bribe government officials and Legislators to turn a blind eye!

"Since you all dislike following Mexico's rules, from today onward, you will follow my rules!" Carl declared ruthlessly. "I want half of your revenue here!"

"Half?" Hearing this, everyone was stunned!

Half? And half of the revenue, no less? Did he even hear what he was saying?

Many companies had profit margins of less than twenty percent. Demanding half of their total revenue would literally force them to operate at a loss!

"That is impossible, Mr. Carl!"

"This cannot be done!"

"You know absolutely nothing about business!"

They all protested loudly, but after meeting Carl's freezing gaze, the words died in the throats of many.

It was true; the man might not understand business, but he didn't need to. Did America's Golden Hair need to understand business? No. He merely needed to wield a big stick.

"Of course, those who cannot do it are free to leave. However, before you leave, every single company must pay back their owed taxes in full!"

Carl's voice brimmed with a profound rage born from the land itself. "And I don't mean taxes calculated from the founding of Mexico. I mean taxes calculated from the very moment your corporate boots first stepped onto this soil!"

"I assume this is not a difficult choice to make, right?"