Qinuo was speechless; trust was a subtle thing.
"So you trust me?"
"Yes, because you saved me and gave me money."
Lorna nodded, her green eyes clear and firm, filled with sincerity and gratitude.
Qinuo looked at her, feeling a bit speechless. Did he have a good-guy face?
However,
"You are too weak to follow me. Talk to me when you can defeat Magneto."
"Tom, find her some teachers, specifically in magnetics, or ask if Dr. Banner is interested."
"Yes, Leader."
After giving the instructions, Qinuo also planned to leave.
"Wait…"
Lorna suddenly called out to Qinuo.
"As long as I defeat Magneto, it will be fine, right?"
"Yes."
Qinuo responded without looking back, leaving the room.
After he left, Venom's low, somewhat playful voice came from the depths of his mind.
"Why didn't you agree? That little one's eyes were serious."
But I can't fall for everyone I meet; I'm not a stallion, and that wouldn't be fair to you.
Qinuo responded silently in his mind, a hint of helplessness flashing across his face.
"I don't mind, because your harem is also my harem. The sight of beautiful women crying is also beautiful, and everyone tastes different, slurp~"
Qinuo was speechless listening to the perverted voice in his head.
Influenced by his memories, Venom now went for both men and women, and if Qinuo hadn't been male, she would have preferred women.
Fortunately, Venom's gender was fixed as female; otherwise, Qinuo would have felt awkward having another man living inside his body.
Thinking of this, Qinuo couldn't help but shiver, quickening his steps forward, trying to shake these messy thoughts out of his mind.
On the other side,
S.H.I.E.L.D.
Nick Fury looked at the mission report Coulson submitted, a satisfied expression on his face.
Having gained Thor's friendship, there was an opportunity to bring him into the Avengers project.
Both his combat power and his understanding of aliens were very valuable to Earth.
Nick Fury nodded slightly, secretly planning his subsequent moves, his single eye gleaming with shrewd and determined light.
A knock sounded on the door.
"Director, according to intelligence, Professor Charles is bringing some X-Men to New York, estimated arrival time is 4 PM." An Agent reported with a serious expression.
"Did they report it beforehand?" Nick Fury's expression was grim.
"Yes, their reported reason is to go to work at Demon Group."
"It's Demon Group again. Let them through."
Nick Fury got a headache just hearing the name. He rubbed his temples, his brows tightly furrowed.
It was the first time he encountered such a helpless target.
Legally, because of the healing and youth potions sold by Demon Group, many high-ranking officials had given them the green light, hoping they would quickly develop a longevity potion.
In terms of public reputation, the limb regeneration potion could be bought at a low price, saving countless families. If Qinuo wished, God's statue could be replaced with his.
In terms of military strength, Nick Fury had seen the previous videos. Even if Captain Marvel could win, Qinuo wasn't alone; he had a Demon Army. If he dared to act, this country would surely be destroyed.
And the Avengers project he had designed, Banner and Tony were very important characters, but now they had been directly poached.
He was now very grateful that he hadn't interfered with Thor, otherwise his plan would have already failed.
Nick Fury took a deep breath, feeling unprecedented pressure and helplessness. He paced back and forth in his office, thinking about countermeasures.
Although Qinuo hadn't done anything to harm the World, and had instead made many contributions, placing the safety of a World on one person's goodwill was…
Nick Fury's heart grew heavier at this thought.
"This uncertainty is like a bomb that could explode at any time."
He muttered to himself, his hands unconsciously clenching into fists.
Inside a bus on the highway.
Some members of the X-Men were sitting in their seats, chatting.
"Jean, my good sister, share some of your youth with me again!" A white-haired, dark-skinned beauty leaned against Jean.
"Ororo, didn't you also buy youth?" Jean said.
Upon hearing this, Ororo rolled her eyes.
"That's not the same thing as your youth at all. Your youth works instantly with one application, while mine doesn't even work as well after several nights. That Demon King must have diluted it countless times, and it cost me 500 dollars for one can! He's even worse than a profiteer!"
Ororo complained, her face full of indignation.
Jean frowned, and said with a serious expression, "Ororo, show respect to the King. You should know that the King carries the hope of the Mutants."
"I was wrong, Jean." Ororo quickly raised her hands in surrender, a fawning smile on her face.
She actually had a good impression of the King she had never met; she was just a bit indignant about the difference in effectiveness between the two youth potions.
Jean took out the youth Qinuo had given her from her bag.
"Scoop out a bit. Mixing it with your youth should make it much more effective."
"Thank you, good sister."
Ororo smiled, eagerly opening her half-used youth potion and reaching out to scoop from the youth in Jean's hand.
"Stop! I only told you to scoop a little!"
"Yes, a tiny bit."
"You've scooped half of it."
"Are we good sisters or not?"
"Not anymore!"
"I'm so sad. As compensation, let me scoop a little more."
"Ororo, I'm going to get angry!"
…
Scott looked at the two women bickering in front of him, shaking his head helplessly. He had talked to Professor Charles and had already let go.
Sitting next to him was a blue-skinned, pointy-eared, fanged person—Nightcrawler, Kurt Wagner.
His hands were tightly clasped, his body trembling slightly, his face full of nervousness and anticipation.
"I wonder if the Demon King will accept me, and if there will be many like me there."
Kurt Wagner murmured softly, his eyes filled with trepidation and longing for the unknown.
Scott said, "Don't be scared by the Demon King's title. Subjectively speaking, he is a good person."
"Yes, I know. He saved many families. God will bless him." Kurt nodded seriously, his tone devout.
Kurt also used the internet. Currently, the online reviews for the Demon King were all positive, and any negative comments had been deleted by Tom's contacts.
"You better not say that in front of him. He is a real Demon King; who knows if he has a grudge with God." Scott shook his head.
"I'm sorry, I just… I didn't mean to." Kurt lowered his head.
After sending the report, the blue Beast Hank pushed up his glasses: "Charles, is it really okay to use this reason?"
"It's fine, Hank. We are just a group of Mutants looking for jobs." Charles smiled.
Sure enough, in a moment,
The computer showed that the application was approved.
"The Demon King has so much influence. I'm starting to believe your words, Charles."
Hank looked surprised, his blue fur trembling slightly with his movements.