Rodman left directly. He did not even have the desire to speak with the Ten Dons.
Before leaving, however, he dropped a vaguely warning remark, saying that V5 would keep a close eye on this project.
He hoped Oboro and the others would take it seriously enough and not try to fool them.
Truly, he came in a rush and left in a rush.
"Whew... They want us to do the work so they can reap the benefits. Those bastards." Only after he had left did one of the Ten Dons dare to exhale a smoke ring and curse.
"If the drug really succeeds, it will probably be impossible for our companies to mass-produce it... They will most likely lock it away."
Another person echoed him.
"I have matters to deal with on my turf, so I'm leaving first!"
"Goodbye!"
The rest had no intention of lingering either. After exchanging brief farewells, they all departed.
"From the looks of it, this is probably not the first time V5 has used the mafia. Besides this project, they are likely involved in other research as well... especially in weapons." After taking off his protective suit, Oboro kept smiling. Glancing at the expressions and reactions of the other nine, he speculated.
He thought of Poor Man's Rose, the trump card with which old man Netero and the Chimera Ant King Meruem had perished together.
This technological creation, which could be implanted into the human body, could be mass-produced...
At most, it could only be considered one of the most commonplace items in humanity's arsenal... perhaps it did not even qualify to be included in that arsenal.
What humanity had to face was the unknown Dark Continent... a place with inexhaustible miraculous resources, but one that was far too dangerous... An earlier expedition had