The rich man's eyes were filled with regret and despair. He desperately tried to shout, but could only utter indistinct whimpers, eventually being completely swallowed by the Shadow.
Watching the disappearing rich man, Number One seemed to understand why the leader wanted him to convey that message.
"Hey, brother, can you flip me over? I really don't want to lick the dust on the ground; there might be excrement in it."
Number One looked down at the head on the ground, a surge of surprise in his heart. The severed head was still alive.
He used his foot to flip it over, only to see that the previously blown-off face and eyes had been repaired, though the face was pitted and scarred as if it had been washed with sulfuric acid.
"Oh, thanks. Although I don't like you using your foot, it's better than me using my tongue.
Hey, buddy, even though you're not speaking, I can still tell from your eyes that this face looks like a rotten avocado."
Deadpool said self-deprecatingly.
Originally, he planned to play Dead and wait for these people to leave, then figure out a way to reattach his head.
However, knowing they were Qinuo's people, he abandoned that idea.
Number Two walked over, holding Deadpool's ankle, and said, "His body still has a pulse. How should we deal with him?"
"Cement him and sink him to the bottom of the sea," Number One said expressionlessly.
Deadpool listened to their discussion and immediately panicked. Although he might not necessarily die that way, the thought of such endless torment filled him with dread.
"No, no, no! I know the Demon King! His name is Qinuo, right? We're excellent partners!"
Deadpool shouted loudly.
The two exchanged glances, and Number One said, "Take him back to the Base and report to the leader. If he's lying, he'll be given to Dr. Banner as a test subject."
Deadpool's head was held in Number One's arms as it slowly sank into the Shadow.
"Oh, gently, please. My newly regenerated skin is very tender and sensitive. Also, buddy, your embrace is so warm, it reminds me of my mother…"
Deadpool's incessant chatter echoed in Number One's ears, causing Number One's eye to twitch involuntarily.
He swore to the Demon King that if this guy dared to deceive him, his body would be kept for experiments, and his head would be sunk to the bottom of the sea.
Meanwhile, in a hidden safe house.
"Dr. Banner, thank you for your cooperation. Next, I will send you back to the banquet."
An assassin said, his tone filled with respect for Dr. Banner.
Dr. Banner watched the kidnapper sink into the Shadow and shook his head in disappointment.
"I've played enough for so many days. Send me back to the laboratory."
At first, it felt fresh, surrounded by beauties at the banquet and flattered by bigwigs from various fields.
But gradually, all he heard was, "How's the research progressing?" "Are there any side effects from the potion?" "Do you want to come to our company?" "Are you interested in taking on apprentices?"
All these utilitarian and boring words made him feel incredibly annoyed.
The results obtained from researching potions in the laboratory were far more appealing.
And he hadn't seen Betty in a long time. He wondered how she was doing.
This thought flashed through Dr. Banner's mind, carrying a hint of indescribable complex emotions.
The next day, the Demon Group acquired a large number of beauty and pharmaceutical industry assets at low prices.
At the same time, several homeless vagrants appeared on the streets.
Qinuo did not kill them; he thoughtfully used healing potions to condition their bodies.
Perhaps living, having lost everything, was the greatest punishment for these once greedy people, more so than Death.
At the Rich Man's Alliance, the meeting room, once packed, now had many empty seats; some people had not reappeared.
"What should we do, Toby? Earl and the others have all been purged by the Demon King. I saw Billy begging on the street a few days ago."
A rich man in a corner said, his face pale and his voice trembling.
"If it really comes to it, let's go apologize to the Demon King! He's willing to sell medicine at low prices to those poor… no, commoners, so he'll definitely forgive us."
"Yes, exactly. At worst, we'll give a few companies to the Demon King. He should need them."
Everyone discussed, one after another, their voices filled with fear and unease.
Just as the alliance was about to fall apart, a loud bang from a table sounded.
"All of you, be quiet!"
A burly rich man, eyes wide with fury, roared, "What problem can you solve by yelling like a bunch of headless flies?"
The conference room instantly fell silent, everyone hushed, their gazes fixed on the enraged rich man.
He was the wealthiest person in this alliance and their chosen leader.
"But Tom, the Demon King has already made his move. We can't fight him."
"And the healing potion and rebirth potion are about to be released. If we don't sell our assets now, it will really be too late."
"We are not you. You have other industries, but most of our assets are in the pharmaceutical and beauty industries. Once they collapse…"
Everyone spoke one after another, anxiety and helplessness etched on their faces.
Tom's brows were tightly furrowed, his face so grim it looked as if Water could drip from it.
"All of you, shut up!"
He roared again, "What are you panicking about! Even if the Demon King is powerful, we can't just give up so easily!"
"We're still fine, aren't we? What does this mean? The Demon King doesn't dare to openly deal with us, and do you think begging will stop the Demon King from releasing the potions?
You will all become paupers sooner or later; it's just a matter of time. Either follow me and continue to fight the Demon King, or we'll all sleep on the streets in the future. Understand, you idiots!"
Tom's words also enlightened everyone. Thinking of the terrifying future that would turn them into paupers, their eyes burned with the Fire of anger and unwillingness.
Their previously wavering hearts firmed up again. The rich men stood up and left, preparing for their next plan.
Only Tom remained seated at the head of the table, pulling out his phone.
"How's the sell-off of medical and beauty-related industries going… Good… Cancel all New York-related collaborations, then arrange the fastest flight to Mexico. We're evacuating."
After giving instructions for the upcoming itinerary, Tom stood up and walked towards the door.
What a joke, going head-to-head with the Demon King? He wasn't that foolish!
Since the previous plan had failed, there was no need to continue with the follow-up.
Leaving those fools behind was just to use them as cannon fodder.
The reason he could expand his business so much was that he understood how to abandon things. Although doing so would significantly reduce his assets, as long as he had capital, he could make a comeback.
Tom's lips curved into a smile, but as he pushed open the door, he saw a strange figure.
His heart suddenly jumped, the smile on his face instantly froze, and his eyes filled with wariness and confusion.
"Who are you?"
Tom asked, feigning composure, his hand quietly reaching for his waist.
"Lei Xiaogu. The CEO of the Demon Group."
Lei Xiaogu said expressionlessly, his eyes coldly fixed on Tom, as if he could see through all of Tom's small movements.