I have to suffer this grievance?

Without any hesitation, Richard got up and left the bedroom, heading towards the study which wasn't far from the bedroom.

Before he even reached the study door, it opened, and a group of men of various ages walked out from inside.

The moment he saw these men, having digested the original body's memories, he recognized every one of them.

Marek, Beverly, Noel, Luther, McCaw! At Crimson Manor, the five of them—Marek and the others—were the organization's management.

In other words, apart from the original body's father, these five individuals managed different affairs of the organization.

Marek and Beverly were responsible for managing the organization's funds.

Noel and Luther were responsible for training new members of the organization.

As for McCaw, he was in charge of the organization's logistics.

Seeing Richard walking towards the study, all five of them—Marek and the others—showed surprised expressions.

His hair?

Did he awaken a superpower? Richard's hair length and style were no different from the original body's.

But his current hair color wasn't gold; it was silver.

The five of them—Marek and the others—looked at Richard's silver hair, and the same thought immediately flashed through their minds.

Although dyeing could change hair color, they didn't think Richard had secretly left the manor last night to go to a small town outside to dye his hair.

Since it wasn't dyeing, there was only one other reason: superpower awakening.

Although he didn't know what level of superpower Richard had awakened, Marek, who was walking at the front and was a black man, didn't hesitate. He immediately came up to him and asked kindly, "Richard, did you awaken a superpower?"

"What kind of superpower did you awaken?"

"Is it convenient for you to demonstrate it for everyone to see?"

If it were the original body, he would definitely answer Marek's questions truthfully.

But unfortunately, Richard wasn't the original body.

"What ability I awakened, we can talk about that later."

"When I was sleeping just now, I seemed to hear you discussing something in the study."

"Were you discussing how to rescue my father?"

"Or were you discussing how the organization should develop next?"

Richard didn't answer Marek's question and instead directly questioned him.

Although he knew they were discussing whether or not to send him away, he hadn't heard the final decision.

Before officially falling out with them, he felt it was necessary to confirm it again.

Upon hearing his words, Marek, who had just been wearing a kind expression, suddenly changed his expression and became extremely serious.

"You heard all that?"

Marek asked.

"Didn't hear much, only heard that you were planning to vote on whether to send me away."

Richard looked at Marek with a calm expression.

After speaking, he also glanced at Luther and the others behind Marek.

When did his hearing become so sharp?

Did he awaken a Heightened Five Senses type of superpower? Marek didn't immediately answer Richard's question but instead frowned and thought for a moment.

After a few seconds, he finally spoke, "Since you heard it all, we won't hide it from you."

"Yes, we were indeed voting on whether to send you away just now."

"Your father was captured, and your mutant identity must have been exposed as well."

At this point, Marek paused.

He had expected Richard to be very angry upon hearing these words.

But unexpectedly, Richard not only didn't show an angry expression but was also extremely calm, as if the person being sent away wasn't him at all.

Although he noticed Richard was a bit different from before, he didn't think much of it and continued, "After voting, we decided to send you away for a period of time."

"Don't worry, we won't let you leave penniless. We will give you a car and also give you thirty thousand... ten thousand US dollars."

"Once we confirm that you haven't been targeted by Mutant Agents, we will bring you back."

Ten thousand US dollars? You're really generous!

Richard had originally been wondering if it would be too much to personally destroy the organization that the original body's father had built.

After all, "Crimson Manor" was the original body's father's life's work.

Now, he felt he had been overthinking things.

"A car and ten thousand US dollars?"

"My father was just captured, and you're treating me like this? You really are affectionate and righteous!"

"You guys haven't forgotten, have you, that when you were at your wit's end, it was my father who took you in and brought you here?"

"Don't you feel any guilt doing this?"

Richard asked Marek and the other four.

If before, Marek just felt that Richard was a little different than before.

Then now, he felt as if Richard had become a completely different person.

The Richard of the past had a weak personality and was also a bit insecure because he hadn't awakened his Superpower.

But now, not only did he not see any weakness or insecurity in Richard, he also felt a strength he had never felt in Richard before.

"We're doing this to ensure the organization's survival. If your father were still here, he would..."

Before Marek could finish speaking, Richard interrupted him, preparing to execute the plan he had formulated.

Since you all want to die, I'll fulfill your wish.

"There's no need for pleasantries. You want me to leave, right? No problem. Give me the car and the money, and I'll leave immediately."

What? Neither Marek nor Luther and the others expected Richard to accept this so quickly.

Although somewhat surprised, Marek immediately said, "Okay, we'll give you the car and the money now."

A few minutes later, in the parking lot in front of the manor's main building, Richard received the ten thousand US dollars and an ordinary Ford Pickup Truck prepared by Marek and the others.

He opened the envelope, took a look, and without any hesitation, opened the car door and got in.

Then, he started the car and drove away without a word.

Under the watchful eyes of Marek and the others, he quickly disappeared around the corner of the road.

"He won't go to the police, will he?" McCaw said with a frown.

"If he goes to the police, he'll be the first one to suffer."

Marek quickly replied.

"I still feel like something is off about him today. Should we send someone to follow him?" Luther looked at Marek.

"Send someone to follow him. If he really goes to the police, we can stop him beforehand."

Beverly's voice rang out.

Although he felt it wasn't necessary, seeing that Beverly and the others were somewhat worried, Marek said, "Have Ross and Shane follow him."

"Okay, I'll go inform Ross and Shane now." Luther nodded.

After speaking, he walked towards the main building of the manor, preparing to have Ross and Shane follow Richard.

After driving for more than ten minutes, Richard arrived at the nearest small town to the manor.

Without any hesitation, he went directly to the town's gas station.

He parked the car and walked up to the attendant, taking out two thousand US dollars from the envelope.

"Give me 200 Gallons of gasoline."

Gas stations in the US use Gallons as a unit, and 1 Gallon is equivalent to about 3.78 liters.

Also, you can buy bulk gasoline at gas stations in the US.

The prerequisite is having a storage drum.

Otherwise, buying bulk gasoline is illegal.

Richard didn't have a storage drum, but that wasn't a problem.

Gasoline prices in the US are very cheap, only about 5 US dollars per Gallon.

2000 US dollars for 200 Gallons of gasoline was enough for the gas station attendant to help him prepare the necessary storage drums.

Although the attendant was a bit strange as to why Richard needed so much gasoline, upon seeing the US dollars he handed over, the attendant took the money with a smile: "Okay, sir!"

Within a few minutes, more than ten portable gasoline drums were added to the back of the Ford Pickup Truck.

After purchasing the required gasoline, Richard didn't hesitate and immediately drove the Ford Pickup Truck back to the manor.

You want to occupy the manor and the organization, huh? I'll burn it down rather than give it to you! How can I endure this grievance?

I'm a Transmigrator!