Everyone present was stunned, their eyes wide; thirty thousand a month, they probably didn't even have ten thousand combined.
The Brotherhood was also poor; everything they had was either stolen or snatched.
"Any other questions?"
"No, King."
Raven was also astonished by the Demon King's extravagance. With this help, six months would be no problem.
"Long live the leader!"
Someone shouted first, and everyone cheered, the sound deafening. They hadn't expected the new leader to be so generous.
"Lao Wan, I'll leave the rest to you. Keep an eye out for Mutants who can control DNA; I have a use for them," Qinuo said, then his figure flew into the sky and disappeared.
"I will not let you down, King!" Eric said solemnly, his gaze firm.
After Qinuo disappeared, Eric also slowly stood up.
The Brotherhood members stopped, looking cautiously at their former leader.
"Everyone, come get your injections," Eric commanded.
"Yes!" everyone responded in unison.
The Brotherhood lined up and received injections one by one, their bodies becoming muscular.
Raven also understood why women weren't allowed to be injected. Although it had the effect of strengthening abilities, the side effects were too vicious for women.
Once the Brotherhood members dispersed, they packed their things, ready to depart.
Raven came before Eric.
"Eric, I want to know what happened to you," Raven's eyes were filled with concern.
Eric glanced at his old friend.
"The King saved my daughter and wife."
Daughter and wife.
Didn't they die during the Apocalypse incident?
Raven was startled, but then understood everything. She had even gone with Eric to mourn them.
However, Raven also knew why Eric was willingly subservient to the Demon King. A sincere smile appeared on her face.
"Congratulations, Eric."
"Mm."
Qinuo flew through the night sky, the bright moonlight shining on him.
This experience of traversing time gave him a lot of experience. Eighty percent of the Speed Force was still left, which was quite durable.
It also confirmed that his future self could appear in the past, and there was the Sorcerer Supreme's attitude. Why didn't she show herself?
What did "it's not time to meet yet" mean? However, judging from her attitude towards changing the past this time, she seemed to harbor goodwill towards him, perhaps even indulgence?
After thinking for a long time without understanding, Qinuo simply stopped thinking about it. He would deal with the Mutant matter first.
He sped up, like a meteor streaking across the night sky, rushing forward.
Qinuo didn't know that his act of traversing time caused a seal on Earth to loosen.
"Hahaha, I'll be out soon."
"Odin, you wait for me."
"Once I get out, you're the first one I'll kill."
These murderous words echoed throughout the World, seemingly bringing endless fear and gloom.
Locke Manor, this magnificent and solemn building, was the residence of President Matthew Ellis.
It was late at night, and Matthew was already sleeping soundly with his wife in his arms; the house was quiet.
Ding-a-ling...
The phone next to him suddenly rang, breaking the silence. Matthew was awakened by the urgent ringing, his sleepy eyes tinged with annoyance.
This was a dedicated line; it wouldn't be used unless it was an important situation.
"Who is it? What's the matter?"
Matthew's voice carried the displeasure of being woken up.
"President, someone is visiting late at night."
The butler's cautious voice came from the other end.
"Visiting late at night? No, tell him to come see me at the White House during the day."
Matthew refused outright. He thought something had happened, but it turned out someone was visiting late at night. Were they sick?
"The person visiting is Mr. Qinuo."
"Qinuo also no... Who did you say?"
"The Demon King."
"I understand. Tell him to wait for me in the hall and treat him well."
Matthew instantly sobered up, his tone becoming serious and solemn.
His wife next to him also woke up, looking at her husband's serious expression.
"What's wrong, Matthew?"
His wife, Ella, asked sleepily.
"The Demon King is visiting, Ella. Take our daughter and leave through the back door."
Matthew looked nervous, speaking quickly.
His identity was not ordinary; to a certain extent, he could influence the entire country's situation. No matter why this Demon King came, it might not be with good intentions.
Ella shook her head, getting up to put on clothes.
"Matthew, I am your wife. I'll go with you. Besides, the Demon King has been doing good deeds lately, so there shouldn't be any malice."
"I hope so!"
Matthew sighed, thought for a moment, and then made another call.
Matthew arrived in the hall and immediately saw Qinuo sitting on the sofa drinking tea. Qinuo was tall and straight, with a relaxed expression.
Seeing the approaching figures, Qinuo stood up solemnly and said, "Hello, President, Madam, I apologize for disturbing you late at night. This is my gift."
With that, he handed over a beautifully wrapped gift box.
Matthew also took it with a smile, then handed the gift to his wife.
"It's alright. I imagine Mr. Qinuo, disturbing us so late, must be for something very important."
Matthew's gaze was fixed on Qinuo, his smile carrying a hint of inquiry.
"Yes, President, I have just taken control of the Brotherhood and X-Academy. I hope you can hand over the imprisoned Mutants to me."
Qinuo directly stated his purpose.
Matthew was startled by the news. The two apparent leaders of the Mutants had already submitted to the Demon King, and now he wanted the Mutants held by the state.
What did he want? To usurp this country? Countless thoughts flashed through Matthew's mind, and his expression became solemn.
"Mr. Qinuo, I think you've misunderstood. I have not given any orders to imprison Mutants, so I don't know why you are asking me for them."
Matthew began to evade. No matter what, the Mutants could not be handed over to him.
Qinuo didn't speak, staring expressionlessly into Matthew's eyes, his gaze seemingly able to penetrate everything.
Matthew was already sweating, but he still refused to budge. His wife, Ella, also held her husband's hand, trying to give him some strength and support.
"Then I must have been mistaken. Really, the intelligence personnel need to be replaced," Qinuo smiled slightly and shifted his gaze.
Phew—
Matthew exhaled, his tense body relaxing slightly.
"Speaking of which, Mr. President, I haven't thanked you for your help last time."
Qinuo said, pulling out a black card and placing it on the table.
"This is a Demon Group card. Holding it, Mr. President can enjoy the Demon Group's services anywhere in the World—transportation, flights, accommodation—and there's an annual credit of thirty million available for use."
Qinuo's tone was light and casual, as if this were a trivial matter.
Matthew looked at the black card, a hint of surprise and hesitation flashing in his eyes.