Dr. Banner's Temper

Xi shook her head, her voice soft yet unwavering.

"Mora, becoming a servant is my wish."

"Well..."

Mora sighed helplessly, knowing that Xi's decision would never change.

Basa scoffed. "Now that you're back, I'm leaving. You can take your time!" He gestured with his chin toward Blonsky.

"Kid, you're coming with me, fight me."

A fighting spirit gleamed in his eyes.

Blonsky immediately looked troubled. Basa had become his combat mentor, and Xi was the head steward of hell; neither of them were people he could afford to offend.

Mora was so angry that her face turned red. Just as she was about to say something, Xi spoke up.

"Blonsky, you can leave now. Thank you for your hard work these past few days."

Xi's words were like a reassuring pill, allowing Blonsky to breathe a sigh of relief.

The smug smile on Basa's face didn't last long before Xi coldly said, "Basa, you're in charge of dealing with the Devil's Toilet."

"Why should I?! Are you trying to use your 'hell license' to pressure me again?"

Basa erupted in fury, a sinister smile spreading across their faces.

He helped her before because he knew what Xi was trying to do, but now that she hasn't succeeded, he won't obediently listen to her anymore.

Is this enough?

Xi's lips curled up slightly as she slowly pulled a necklace from her clothes.

The necklace was ordinary, but the blue ring hanging on it was like the most dazzling pearl in the deep sea.

"This is... a ring..."

Basa's voice was somewhat hoarse, and the muscles in his face suddenly stiffened, his expression as if he had been frozen in place, his gaze fixed intently on the ring.

He knew what it was, of course; in this hell, His Majesty's women all possessed such items that symbolized their special status.

"Xi, this is from His Majesty!"

Mora's eyes lit up with surprise, and she reached out her finger to touch the meaningful ring.

"Um."

Xi smiled gently and tucked the ring back into her clothes, her movements as tender as if she were handling the most fragile treasure in the world.

She held it protectively in her hands, her eyes filled with tenderness, as if only by keeping it close to her body could she feel at ease. To her, this ring was more important than life itself.

Not having touched the ring, Mora didn't mind and excitedly said, "Xi, didn't we succeed!"

"I never said I had failed, and I will always be the Young Master's servant."

Mora was slightly taken aback, but then she understood what Xi meant. She knew Xi's innermost thoughts and her stubborn persistence all too well.

Mora sighed softly, her eyes filled with understanding and tenderness. "Sigh, I understand you, Xi."

Basa had no idea what they meant.

But I understand that it's okay to provoke the identity of the Chief Steward of Hell, but provoking His Majesty's woman will really lead to death.

He silently returned to his desk, took the toilet planning document, and his back view was filled with indescribable loneliness and dejection. His former arrogance had vanished without a trace, like a defeated rooster.

Blonsky quickly followed suit to help, his steps hurried, afraid of causing any more trouble.

Mora couldn't be bothered with them, instead inquiring about Xi's gossip.

"Xi, tell me how you did it, His Majesty likes you very much..."

"I really like it, I especially like holding you..."

"That's so exciting!"

That day, Kino arrived at a towering skyscraper. The magnificent building gleamed in the sunlight, its glass curtain walls reflecting dazzling light.

There was also a demon-shaped sign hanging on it.

The Demon Group.

He walked in with steady steps. In the spacious and bright lobby, a blonde beauty was standing at the front desk.

Upon seeing Kino, a look of awe and reverence flashed across her face, and she immediately knelt on one knee.

"Greetings, Chief."

Everyone in this group is currently a member of the League of Assassins; they are highly trained, disciplined, and obey Kino's orders without question.

"Take me to see Ra's al Ghul."

"Yes, Chief." The receptionist replied respectfully, then stood up and led Kino to the elevator.

On one side of the elevator, the receptionist skillfully activated another set of hidden buttons. After pressing the buttons, the elevator slowly descended.

The upper part is just a disguise, used by the peripheral employees. The real core—the underground—is where the headquarters is located.

The elevator doors slowly opened, Ra's al Ghul had been waiting respectfully for quite some time.

"Master." Ra's al Ghul bowed slightly in greeting.

"How are things at the company?" Kino asked as he stepped out of the elevator.

"All facilities and factories are in place, and we are ready to begin producing the medicine and holding a press conference at any time."

Ra's al Ghul replied.

"Hmm, not bad. Let's go see how Dr. Banner's preparations are going."

Kino nodded slightly in satisfaction, secretly admiring Ra's al Ghul's reliability and usefulness.

The two arrived at a laboratory, which was surrounded by a crowd of people, most of whom were somewhat disabled.

Kino didn't disturb them and went to look out the other window.

Inside, Dr. Banner was conducting an experiment, and a man with a disability in both legs was lying on the experimental table.

"Ready for your new life?" Banner asked with a sly laugh.

"Yes, Doctor."

The man nodded nervously; he had earned this spot by sheer luck, beating out all his comrades.

"Don't be afraid, I've already tested it on mice, you'll be fine after a good night's sleep."

After Banner injected the anesthetic, Banner then injected a blue serum into his body.

Soon after, the medicine began to take effect, and the two healed wounds on the experimental man began to reopen, revealing the tiny feet of two infants.

Banner looked excitedly at the two newborns' tiny feet and began attaching various instruments to them for testing.

"The nervous system is starting to connect, the bones are growing, the blood vessels are normal, I did it! Hahaha!"

Banner shouted excitedly, and the people watching from outside the window screamed wildly.

"Doctor, it hurts so much... My foot has grown back?!"

The experimenter suddenly woke up and saw his newly grown feet.

Banner frowned; the drug had rendered the anesthetic ineffective.

Watching the experimental man screaming and yelling while staring intently at his feet, I got a headache from the noise.

He rummaged around on the lab bench and picked up a large iron rod.

"Doctor, what are you doing?"

The man being tested turned pale with fright, his voice trembling.