Thanks for Your Contribution

In a secluded warehouse, the elderly tycoon appeared, accompanied by four bodyguards.

"We've got the goods," the tycoon said sinisterly.

"That's right, where's the money?" the bald man asked warily. No one in this line of work can be trusted.

The aged, wealthy man glanced at it gloomily and coldly said to his bodyguard beside him, "Open it."

Upon hearing this, the bodyguard pressed a button, and a bright light in the corner instantly turned on.

The light illuminated the area below, where a small mountain of money, all brand-new US dollars, was piled up.

Stacks of banknotes were tightly piled together, gleaming with an alluring light, as if silently proclaiming the power of wealth.

"Ten people, a total of 50 million US dollars."

The bald man and his teammates' eyes widened instantly, staring greedily at the mountain of money.

In the bald man's eyes, this amount of money was more than enough. He excitedly took out the Elixir Formula and couldn't wait to hand it over.

However, a cold glint suddenly flashed!

The bald man felt a chill on the top of his head, followed by a warm liquid running down his cheek.

He instinctively raised his hand to touch his head, only to find his hand covered in bright red blood.

Before he could even react to what was happening, his body involuntarily slumped forward.

With a muffled thud, the bald man fell straight to the ground, his smooth skull rolling a considerable distance due to inertia before finally coming to rest a short distance from the tycoon's feet.

The sight of brains resembling fatty intestines facing a wealthy man was horrifying.

"Absolutely perfect. After I retire, I can become a hairstylist; I'll definitely be a hit."

Deadpool looked at the clean cut and nodded in satisfaction.

"Vomit..."

The elderly tycoon came to his senses. Having lived a life of luxury, he had never seen such a bloody and terrifying scene. His stomach churned, and he spat out his eight-treasure porridge.

"This guy is trying to double-cross us, kill him."

The people around him realized what was happening and pulled out their guns, firing at Deadpool.

Gunfire erupted in the dimly lit warehouse, silver blades flashing and sparking in mid-air, weaving dazzling yet deadly light and shadow with the bullets.

Deadpool was too close to them; in just a few moments, he moved through the crowd like a ghost.

His long sword flashed like the wind, each swing sending up a spray of blood. His movements were as fast as lightning, impossible to catch.

The warehouse was filled with screams and the clanging of metal as Deadpool, like a demon from hell, mercilessly reaped lives.

The tycoon frantically picked up the formula and hurriedly left the warehouse under the escort of his bodyguards.

Deadpool quickly dealt with his companions, shook the blood off his knife, and despite having several bullet holes in his body, it didn't hinder his movements at all.

"50 million, 50 million, plus these drugs, and you'll instantly become a billionaire."

Deadpool muttered to himself as he walked over to the mountain of money, picked up a wad of banknotes, and excitedly kissed it.

Before he could get excited for long, Deadpool noticed that the color inside was wrong.

He flipped through the banknotes in his hand, only to find they were just blank sheets of paper. He then flipped through the other banknotes; only the first one was real, the rest were counterfeit.

"Bitch, it's all fake."

Deadpool cursed angrily.

The next second, a ball of flame burst forth before my eyes.

A massive explosion rang out, flames shot into the sky, and a wave of Heat Wave swept over, instantly engulfing Deadpool.

The tycoon stood outside, watching the warehouse engulfed in flames, and smugly wiped the corner of his mouth.

"A bunch of poor bastards, wanting money? Go to hell and ask the Demon King for it!"

Although there was a slight unexpected turn of events, the outcome remained the same.

The tycoon looked at the formula in his hand, and his cloudy eyes suddenly lit up with surprise.

"With the Elixir Formula and the addition of the Dr. Youth, money and immortality will be in my hands! Hahahaha!"

He burst into wild laughter, the sound echoing through the night sky, sounding particularly eerie and terrifying.

The laughter hadn't lasted long.

Suddenly, a Pyro burst forth from the flames, engulfed in raging fire, wielding two steel knives, charging forward like a ferocious demon.

"Hand over all my money."

Deadpool's hoarse voice came from the flames. His entire face had melted into bones, yet he was still alive, staring intently at the billionaire with only one eye.

The money is fake!

The stolen medicine is gone too.

His dream of becoming a billionaire was shattered, and this old man had become the person he hated most, without exception.

"Kill! Kill him!"

The tycoon was so frightened that his heart stopped, and he screamed at the top of his lungs.

Bang bang bang!

The four bodyguards drew their pistols and fired without hesitation at the charging Deadpool.

Deadpool didn't back down. Bullets gushed blood from his body, some even tearing off chunks of flesh, but he seemed oblivious to the pain, continuing his frenzied charge forward.

The bodyguards were terrified; they had never seen such a reckless madman.

Fear instantly gripped their hearts, and they all turned and ran away.

"Damn it, take me with you!"

The tycoon cursed angrily, and, leaning on his cane, struggled to run.

He's always been a player in business warfare, using underhanded tactics; he's never personally faced such a terrifying scene.

However, it's too late to run now.

"I'll let you blow up my money!"

Deadpool was already in front of him, grinning maliciously, and slashed at his legs with the two steel knives in his hands.

"I'll give you the money, any amount you want."

The wealthy man closed his eyes in fear, but he did not feel any pain.

Water dripped from his trousers onto the ground. The aged tycoon opened his eyes tremblingly. Before him stood a man dressed in ninja attire, and at his feet lay a headless corpse.

The elderly tycoon hadn't spoken yet.

"Come with us," the man in ninja attire said coldly.

"Whose side are you on? Don't you know who I am? How dare you speak to me in a commanding tone."

The aged tycoon mistook the assassin for an ally and resumed his arrogant demeanor, failing to notice the assassin's mocking gaze.

At that moment, two assassins dressed identically emerged silently from the shadows on the ground.

"Number One, the four escapees have been dealt with."

"Number Two, take this tycoon back to base. Number Three, deal with the body on the ground."

"Yes!"

The aged tycoon then realized that the assassins who had saved him were not on his side at all.

"Who are you!" he cried out in terror.

Number Two approached the wealthy man, grabbed his shoulder without a word, and slowly disappeared into the shadows.

"Wait, I have a lot of money. No matter how much your backers offer, I'll pay double, no, triple, five times!"

The elderly tycoon screamed hoarsely, his voice filled with despair and fear.

He struggled relentlessly, but his once all-powerful authority was now utterly useless, and his former lofty position proved utterly vulnerable in the face of his current Extremis.

Just as the shadow began to engulf his head, Number One coldly uttered a single sentence.

"His Majesty the Demon King asked me to convey his gratitude for your contributions."