If what you say is true, then this potion still has some value. Selling it to Dr. Banner should fetch between 100 to 200 contribution points."
Tom calmly commented.
"It's worth that much?!"
Matthew's eyes widened, and a look of regret appeared on his face as he thought of the potion he had thrown into the trash.
However, he quickly reacted.
"Mr. Tom, why haven't you left yet? Never mind, Shadows, take him with you to the White House."
"No need, the Demon Group's forces won't be able to break through this."
Tom declined Matthew's kind offer.
"Has the Demon King returned?"
"If such a small disturbance required the leader to act, we would be too useless."
Tom calmly took out his phone and said, "Mr. Flint, please subdue them. You can exchange them for money with the President."
"Understood!"
Flint put away his phone and slowly walked to the door, looking at the army marching in an orderly fashion.
The corners of his mouth curved slightly upwards, feeling very happy. After being idle for so long, he could finally be of use. He was already eager to show off his strength.
Matthew hadn't yet understood what was happening when he saw a sudden sandstorm rise from below through the French window.
A huge sandstorm enveloped a three-kilometer radius centered on the Mansion, instantly blowing the soldiers off balance.
The strong wind howled, letting out a terrifying roar, as if it wanted to devour everything.
At the same time, tiny grains of sand, like pervasive spirits, passed through the gaps in the gun parts, quickly filling them.
"Open fire, charge into the Mansion."
The soldiers followed orders, but the triggers on their guns wouldn't budge.
The soldiers then wielded their guns like sticks, charging recklessly into the Mansion.
Flint controlled the sand, forming a powerful force that pushed the soldiers one by one into sand pits, then quickly buried them with sand, leaving only their heads exposed.
These soldiers struggled unconsciously, trying to crawl out and charge into the Mansion.
Flint continuously increased his control over the sand, making the sand grains press more tightly against the soldiers' bodies, completely depriving them of their ability to resist.
Before long, all the soldiers were subdued by Flint, each gasping for breath in the sand pit, their eyes filled with fear and helplessness.
"How did we get here?"
"It seems the General invited us for a drink."
"Damn it, this is the Demon Group, we were controlled."
"This must be a dream?"
After intense exertion, the potion's effect disappeared even faster, and all the soldiers regained consciousness.
Recalling what they had just done, each of them showed a desperate expression. Offending the Demon King, they wouldn't go straight to hell, would they?
The sandstorm slowly disappeared, and all the sand grains, like obedient children, fell into the beach parks on both sides.
Flint walked with steady steps towards an armored vehicle, where someone was still making a final struggle.
"FK, move faster!"
Lieutenant General Nathan continuously started the vehicle's engine, watching the monster get closer and closer through the screen, sweat pouring down his forehead.
Flint came to the back of the compartment and tore off the handle with one hand.
"Surrender! I can make it easier."
He said coldly.
Bang bang bang!
Flint was met with a series of gunshots, instantly riddling his body with holes.
"You monsters, why can't you just die!" Lieutenant General Nathan roared hoarsely, holding his rifle.
"..."
Flint didn't care about the holes in his body; instead, he took out his phone from his pants pocket, his expression becoming even more terrifying than Lieutenant General Nathan's, because his phone also had a hole in it.
"I still have to call my daughter tonight!"
Flint angrily rushed into the compartment.
Matthew, from above, watched the constantly shaking vehicle and hesitated, asking:
"Does this Mr. Flint also have that kind of hobby?"
"No, he's just angry."
Tom shook his head, smiling as he looked at Matthew.
"Mr. Matthew, have you prepared the money?"
"What money?"
Matthew was stunned, a look of confusion on his face.
"Today, your soldiers broke into the Devil Mansion, attempting an assassination, offending the leader's dignity, damaging the precious sand scenery, scaring employees, and Mr. Flint's appearance fee... Let's round it down, you just pay 80 billion."
Tom spoke while taking out a calculator and pointing the display screen at Matthew.
Matthew's eyes widened as he looked at the conspicuous "79,030,000,000" on the screen.
"What does that have to do with me?! I'm also a victim, why should I pay?"
Matthew stomped his feet, adamantly refusing to pay, and even trying to round down the amount in reverse.
"Because you are the President, their actions can already be considered a declaration of war against the leader. The President doesn't want a real Demon invasion, do they?"
Tom still had a smile on his face, but that smile sent shivers down Matthew's spine.
"I understand, but the money will take a few days."
Matthew regained his composure, thinking that it was impossible for him to pay such a large sum alone; he had to find someone to share the cost.
"Alright, but there will be interest if you pay after three days."
"...Mr. Qinuo choosing you as acting CEO was truly a great gain."
"Thank you for the compliment, it is the highest praise for me."
"..."
Beach Villa.
Qinuo suddenly appeared in the kitchen. Pamela was preparing vegetables and fruit salad, and Zero was helping nearby.
Venom and a few little ones were upstairs.
Black Phoenix sat on the sofa, gnawing on a cucumber, while glaring discontentedly at Jean, mumbling to herself, because Jean still hadn't applied sunscreen in the end.
"Qinuo, where did you just go?" Gwen was grilling meat.
"A new person arrived at the company, I went to check it out. Give it to me."
Qinuo took the tongs from Gwen's hand and flipped the grilled meat.
"Who is it? You had to go yourself?" Gwen asked curiously.
"Captain America, Steve Rogers, and his beloved, Peggy Carter."
Qinuo replied with a smile.
"Captain America! He's still alive, and he became your subordinate."
Gwen's eyes widened. The story of Captain America was practically a household name for people in this country.
"He slept in the North Pole for seventy years and was recently dug out..." Qinuo briefly recounted the story of Steve and Peggy.
As for himself causing Steve's mental breakdown, he didn't mention it at all.
"How touching! Ms. Carter waited for Captain for so many years."
Gwen's eyes reddened, tears welling up, deeply moved to tears by the couple's profound love story spanning across time.
"Do you think Captain and Ms. Carter would agree if I asked for their autographs?"
"You're their boss's wife. If they dare to refuse, they won't want to stay in the Group."
Qinuo raised an eyebrow, a mischievous smile playing on his lips.
"Hmph, that would be coercion, wouldn't it?"
Gwen gave Qinuo a coquettish glare, a faint blush rising on her cheeks, her eyes showing a hint of helplessness, but more so, an undisguised sweetness.
Qinuo saw that Pamela was almost finished preparing, and shouted upstairs:
"Venom, bring the children down for dinner."
"Coming."
Soon, Venom led a group of little ones down, but this time, there was also a little girl with cold eyes.
She silently followed at the back of the group, appearing somewhat out of place with the cheerful atmosphere around her.