So—
"You're not going to kill us?"
"I can kill you whenever I want!"
Su Quan stared, and his crimson Heat Vision instantly burned through the ropes binding Ward Meachum's wrists.
Ward Meachum shuddered in fright, stumbling back a few steps with wide eyes as he rubbed his slightly burning wrists.
"You—" Joy Meachum started to gasp in shock, but the exact same Heat Vision cleanly burned through the ropes on her hands.
This made her snap her mouth shut instantly.
"If I don't see ten cargo ships of the same specification parked here a month from now, clean yourselves up and wait to die."
"Any questions?"
"N-no, absolutely no problem! Absolutely no problem!"
With the tables turning and escaping death by a hair, Ward Meachum shook his head like a rattle-drum.
"Get lost."
Su Quan waved a hand, and Ward Meachum pulled his sister, looking eager to leave.
Just as he opened the door, Ward Meachum turned head hesitantly and said, "Um, this is my family's ship, I—"
"Hmm?"
"I mean, could you let the others go as well? We can leave together, and it'll guarantee safety."
"Get lost."
"Alright, alright, alright, we're leaving right now."
Ward Meachum could tell that Su Quan had agreed.
Ten-odd minutes later.
The Meachum siblings and the others who had been locked up were driven off the cargo ship.
"Wh—what happened here?"
"Did a war break out?"
"I can't, I can't take it, ugh—"
The moment they got down, they were dumbfounded.
The originally flat and broad ground now had an inverted-cone crater, with several winding cracks and dense bullet holes near it.
Over a hundred people with fearful expressions and trembling bodies kept their mouths shut, silently and wordlessly moving terrifying corpses that looked as if they had been sliced up by something.
The air was filled with the smell of gunpowder and charred flesh, mixed with a faint, pungent sea stench that made one slightly nauseous.
The siblings exchanged glances, thinking of those crimson eyes just now with a tacit understanding.
It was him! He did this!
Just, just what kind of person was he?!
Joy Meachum was still somewhat timid and scared, but Ward Meachum's steady eyes flashed with a shrewd gleam.
What kind of person he was didn't matter; what mattered was that he was strong—strong enough to be a demon god!
With him around, facing the people who wanted him and his sister dead wouldn't be anything to fear.
The group left the dock without daring to breathe too loudly, and Ward Meachum contacted his father at the first opportunity to tell him what had happened.
Not long after, several private helicopters came to pick them up, leaving behind Madripoor, which had given them an unforgettable lifetime memory.
Meanwhile.
Having settled all matters, Su Quan also prepared to return to Nato Tong with Female Winter Soldier.
It had originally been agreed to bring back Female Winter Soldier, Monk Winter Soldier, and Bearded Winter Soldier together.
However, there was still plenty of follow-up work to handle in Madripoor and manpower was needed, so he simply brought Female Winter Soldier back alone.
Not only that, he gave two more doses of the newly rolled serum to Dotty, White Queen, and the others each.
It should be enough for the early stages.
Nato Tong.
Su Quan and Female Winter Soldier appeared on the third floor, in his room.
"Snap!"
Turning on the light, the brightness dispelled the darkness, and Su Quan felt inexplicably guilty.
This time away was even longer than the trip to The Boys' universe, and he hadn't specifically said goodbye when leaving.
Jessica was probably going to complain again.
Putting down his backpack, Su Quan brought Female Winter Soldier downstairs.
The lights were all off, so Jessica and The Female should already be asleep.
Settling Female Winter Soldier in.
Returning to his room, Su Quan summoned Friday to briefly ask about the state of the business and Mr. Negative's performance.
As for the business, it was lukewarm.
Nato Tong was, after all, a new company without endorsements from celebrities or large enterprises, so many clients with business needs in this area would still wait and watch for a while.
At the very least, they had to believe that Nato Tong had the strength to transport valuable goods; otherwise, if things got robbed or stolen, even with compensation, once the goods were gone, they were gone.
Mr. Negative's performance was quite good—he was hardworking, efficient, and quick-witted.
Almost a third of the business was proactively secured by him.
Come to think of it, he could be considered the only one in Nato Tong currently with social experience and capability.
The next morning, early.
Su Quan was blocked at his room door by Jessica Jones, who stared at him without a word.
"Morning."
Su Quan gave a tentative greeting, but Jessica Jones remained unmoved, still staring straight at him.
Playing the silent treatment, huh?
Fine.
"I'm going to buy a few oranges, you just stand right here and don't move."
Su Quan teleported directly behind Jessica Jones.
What could Jessica Jones do?
She just had to break character!
"What's the deal with that woman?" Jessica Jones turned around and asked with a cold huff.
Su Quan shook his head with a smile.
"Your tone sounds like you're catching an adulterer. Just like you and The Female, she's an employee I picked up. Later on, I'll have her temporarily follow you to get familiar with the operations."
"Right, her combat experience is very rich. If you're willing, you can learn a move or two from her."
Jessica Jones curled her lip, complaining, "You really know how to pick 'em."
Su Quan smiled.
Of course I know how to pick 'em, didn't you know I made my fortune by picking things up?
"How's Himiko lately? Can she communicate yet?"
Su Quan hadn't forgotten that he'd been gone for so long, and his main goals had been to fix the Time Controller and tame Himiko.
PS: Chapter 3 is here. I wrote until three-thirty, couldn't hold on anymore, will continue writing after waking up.
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In Himiko's room, an old, bulky-backed television was playing the morning news.
Opposite the television, Himiko was secured in an embarrassed posture by the Crimson Bands of Cyttorak.
A pair of dark, rolling pupils peered through her trimmed and washed hair, staring straight at the TV.
Her originally dirty round face was now fair and cute, making one want to gently pinch it.
"Thank you for your hard work."
Su Quan patted Jessica Jones's shoulder.
Without them helping to wash her every day, it would have been utterly impossible for Himiko, who was constantly immobilized by the Crimson Bands of Cyttorak, to be as clean and fresh as she was now.
"If there's a way, hurry up and cure her, or else just send her to the hospital for professional treatment. Looking at her like this makes us uncomfortable too."
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