The Rich Man's Plan
Suddenly, the shadow behind Kino turned completely black and stretched out in front of him, with ripples appearing on its surface.
An assassin dressed in black ninja attire appeared before them, kneeling on one knee.
The shadow seemed to possess a life of its own, eerie and mysterious.
"Chief, the target has left."
The assassin's voice was deep and respectful, standing out clearly in the empty square.
"Yes, thank you for your hard work. Once you find her base, you can end the mission." Kino said calmly.
"Yes, Chief."
The assassin responded, and then his body disappeared back into the shadows as if he had never been there, leaving only the shadow that was gradually returning to normal.
All assassins in the League of Assassins chose to contract with the Shadow Demon's abilities.
This is an extremely strange and powerful force that allows them to move freely through the world of shadows.
Assassination and infiltration became effortless, like ghosts in the darkness, silent and impossible to guard against.
The only drawback is that during the day, changes in the shadows are easily noticeable.
The entire Demon Group is the headquarters of the League of Assassins. It is heavily guarded, riddled with traps, and filled with countless shadowy forces.
Even Batman couldn't sneak in and leave unnoticed just by using his transformation ability.
As the reporters left, a storm of public opinion quietly began to brew.
The next day, newspaper sales exploded, and the internet was flooded with news about the Demon Group.
The topic has been covered extensively, with both traditional media and emerging online platforms dominating the news.
The most popular theme is "Youth," with countless people eagerly awaiting its release.
Some people even inquired whether there were any insiders who could steal it, and there was a constant stream of requests to buy it.
Dr. Banner became famous, and was even given the nickname "Dr. Youth".
He instantly became the center of attention, receiving great respect and adulation.
Dr. Banner has been busy again lately, attending various award ceremonies and parties. Countless people are trying to curry favor with him, hoping that he can develop a life-extending drug.
It is said that his schedule is booked three months in advance, and he shuttles between different occasions every day, enjoying it immensely.
However, with the release of the drug, the medical and beauty industries suffered an unprecedented blow.
The stock market was hit like by a powerful earthquake, with related stocks plummeting and turning the market a sea of red.
Countless business owners and shareholders lost everything in this storm and, in despair, took their lives to the rooftop.
They hated Banner and the Demon Group with a passion, cursing them through gritted teeth as if all the misfortune was their fault.
In the shadows, in a luxurious yet oppressive conference room.
"What are we going to do? We've already suffered losses before the product even went on sale. If it officially goes on sale, we'll all be sleeping on the streets."
A portly man roared, his fat face trembling with rage.
"Is it crazy for a demon king to not stay in hell and harvest souls, but instead come to the human world and rob us of our money?"
Another man in a suit slammed his fist on the table, his eyes blazing with anger.
"Ha, a demon king? Didn't you see the poor wretches below trying to mold him into a god?"
"They'll sell it to us for five million dollars, and they'll only get fifty thousand. He won't make any money at all; he's robbing us."
A brightly dressed woman screamed, her exquisite makeup now appearing somewhat ferocious.
But for the sake of their future lives, they still have to pay money.
Those present were all wealthy individuals dressed in fine clothes and adorned with jewels, giants in the medical and beauty industries.
Gone is her former elegance; she's like a shrew yelling in the street, all grace gone, leaving only fear and anger.
"Enough! I didn't call you here to complain. Let's think of a solution together."
A middle-aged man tapped on the table, his voice deep and authoritative, and the room immediately fell silent.
He was the leader of this organization, and although he had other businesses, he also suffered heavy losses once the products were launched.
"What can we do? You saw the Demon Army that day, and even the country can't do anything about it."
A middle-aged woman slumped in a chair, her expression one of despair; even her exquisite makeup could not conceal her haggard appearance.
"Moreover, he possesses immense power; it's impossible for him to forcibly seize it."
A middle-aged man had given up and planned to sell all his properties at a low price and change careers so that he could still maintain a wealthy life. His voice was full of helplessness and frustration.
"A bunch of young kids who only know how to use violence, we can steal from them!"
An old man grinned sinisterly. He had always coveted the power he held and was unwilling to relinquish it. Now, the Demon King had presented him with a chance to prolong his life.
But this might require exchanging everything he has, how could he possibly agree to that? As long as he could get the formulas for those potions, a hint of madness and determination flashed in his eyes.
"We can have someone steal it. If he dares to retaliate against us, we'll spread the formula all over the world. I don't believe he can fight against the whole world."
The old man became more and more excited as he spoke, and the wrinkles on his face all came together.
"And his statements about Mutants —we can use public opinion to force him to hand over the formula."
Another person chimed in, a sinister glint in their eyes.
"And that Dr. Banner, he also knows we can kidnap him."
Someone proposed this bold idea.
"You're crazy! He's the Hulk! Only the Demon King can defeat him!"
The Hulk's true identity was no secret to them, and any slightly more level-headed person would immediately refute it.
"He should return to normal. Even though my people pressured him like that at the press conference, he didn't transform."
"That's something we can consider."
A spark of hope rekindled in everyone's eyes, as if they could already see the dawn of success.
So, everyone started making plans, each contributing their own ideas. They were all people who controlled enormous wealth, with plenty of manpower and weapons.
If Kino were an ordinary person, he might have actually been eaten by them.
After the meeting ended, most people left hastily to arrange their respective tasks, feeling both apprehensive and expectant.
They saw a glimmer of hope in the darkness, trying to grasp this last hope to save their collapsing Wealth Empire.
One of the portly tycoons returned to the manor, walking hurriedly and looking nervous.
He arrived at a secluded basement. Under the dim light, there was a modified digital walkie-talkie with an effective communication range of fifty kilometers.