Chapter 1616 The Godfather with the Big Head

"Aren't you considering choosing both?"

The shopkeeper's voice wasn't loud. Capone Becky's heart skipped a beat when he chose both. An indescribable greed was instantly aroused, but it was followed by an even deeper sense of powerlessness.

There's no free lunch at Pawnshop No. 8; every gift has a price tag, and the prices are often astonishing.

"No...no, I know I can't afford to pay two prices."

"Please just state the cost. What do I need to give up to obtain this wisdom?"

Now that things had come to this point, the shopkeeper stopped beating around the bush and quietly gazed at Capone Becky, at that face etched with ambition and cunning, as an interesting thought surfaced in his mind.

“I’m not really interested in your lifespan, so let’s find a more interesting price to pay.”

"If you want wisdom, then trade it for your future offspring!"

Capone Becky's facial muscles tensed instantly. Future offspring, traded for a child?!

Even though he was a hard-hearted gangster godfather, he felt a sudden sense of absurdity. Although he had no shortage of women, he had not left behind a single descendant.

The continuation of his bloodline was not something he had never considered, but it was overshadowed by more pressing development issues.

"Are you trying to take away my fertility?"

Capone Becky's voice was a little dry as he tried to understand the price. If it was just losing his fertility without affecting his enjoyment of sex, the price didn't seem entirely unacceptable.

"No, it's not just about fertility."

“It’s not as simple as just giving you a sterilization operation that I’m going to take away your child’s future.”

Performing sterilization surgery on a grown man and then handing him a high-tech product—Pawnshop No. 8 isn't so busy as to do this boring thing of mass-producing eunuchs.

The child's future?

Even the vague concept of the future can be taken away or traded?!

A fine layer of cold sweat instantly appeared on Capone Becky's forehead. He felt that his thinking was not quite able to keep up with the shopkeeper's logic. It was a cognitive shock that transcended common sense and sent chills down his spine.

"I want to know, is there no other price you should pay for me?"

"Why take away the future of my offspring? Give me an explanation. I want to understand the truth." Capone Becky needed a reason, a reason that would allow him to understand the logic behind this bizarre price.

The explanation given by the shop owner next made everyone in the shop gasp, a chill running from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads.

The shop owner's gaze seemed to pierce through Capone Becky, looking towards a distant yet certain point in time, "because I can see your future."

In the not-too-distant future, Capone Becky will marry one of Charlotte Linlin's daughters and have a child who will inherit both Linlin's monstrous physical talents and the mind and strategy of Capone Becky's gang.

"Your family of three will live a happy life." This last sentence, spoken in such a plain tone, is filled with an unspeakable cruelty.

"What I need to do is to cut off this future, and from the river of time, confine your unborn but destined-to-be-extraordinary offspring to Pawnshop No. 8."

"Your child will become a fine collectible; who knows, it might come in very useful in the future!"

Capone Becky was struck dumb, frozen in place. He finally understood, completely understood!

The pawnshop owner wanted him to sell his promising offspring, a second generation member who might possess the blood and wisdom of the Four Emperors and could have inherited his legacy and achieved great success.

What a cruel, precise, and pawnshop-like transaction it was, to be used as a stepping stone to gain his current wisdom.

"If I agree to the deal, will I never have children in my life?" Capone Becky asked, feeling as if an invisible hand was gripping his heart tightly.

The shop owner nodded without any attempt to hide his agreement, saying, "After the deal is done, even if you marry an ordinary person, you won't have any children."

Then, in an almost comforting tone, he added, "But don't worry, you can adopt a godson to carry on your name and deeds..."

The shop owner's words, tinged with a visceral sense of morbid humor, resonated with everyone in the store. This was more than just a transaction; it was a precise mockery of humanity, family ties, and the future.

Capone Becky was caught in a fierce internal struggle. His face was pale, veins throbbed on his forehead, and his fists clenched so tightly that his nails dug deep into his palms.

Are offspring really that important to an ambitious mob boss?

Is it about choosing immediately available power to ensure you can survive, become stronger, and gain more control right now?

Does that future truly belong to him?

Or was it just a lie from the shop owner to lure him into paying an even higher price?

A long, suffocating silence fell over the shop. Time ticked by, each second feeling like an eternity.

Finally, Capone Becky slowly raised his head. His eyes, bloodshot from the intense internal struggle, turned into a cold madness. "I agree to the change!"

Ambition ultimately triumphed over the vague desire for offspring, and perhaps also a tinge of disbelief and mockery regarding a happy future.

For the first time, a clearly recognizable expression appeared on the shop owner's face—an undisguised smile of pride, as if he were finally about to acquire a precious collectible.

"Great, the deal is done."

The silver headband on the counter floated up on its own, turning into a streak of silver light, and instantly and perfectly fastened onto Capone Becky's head, which was already quite large compared to his short and stocky body.

"After the deal is done and you leave, I will collect the cost in the future."

The pale blue crystal at the center of the silver headband suddenly shone brightly, and a low-frequency wave instantly enveloped Capone Bege's head!

Capone Becky's body trembled violently; he could feel some kind of aggressive energy (gamma rays) penetrating his skull.

It stimulated and transformed every corner of his brain, causing intense throbbing pain and a strange sense of enlightenment to strike at the same time.

Capone Becky's head began to expand and grow violently at a speed visible to the naked eye, defying all logic!

The scalp was stretched until it shone, and the facial features appeared distorted and tiny on the enormous head, which was expanding at a rate far exceeding that of the body.

Soon, his head grew to a size beyond physiological limits, even exceeding the size of his entire short, stocky body. His once-fitting clothes looked ridiculous under his enormous head, and his limbs appeared unusually short in comparison.

In the blink of an eye, the former mob godfather Capone Becky has become a brain monster with an enormous head, short limbs, and a severely deformed body.

Wisdom has descended in such a grotesque and terrifying form!

The price has already been imprinted in the long river of fate, awaiting its retribution...