The Rabble Who Took the Bullet

The tycoon's eyes were filled with regret and despair. He tried desperately to shout, but could only utter indistinct sobs before being completely swallowed by the shadows.

Looking at the vanished tycoon, Number One seemed to understand why the leader had asked him to convey that message.

"Hey bro, can you turn me over? I really don't want to lick the dust off the ground; there might be excrement in it."

Number One looked down at the head on the ground, and was astonished. How could someone be alive after being decapitated?

He flipped it over with his foot, and saw that the face and eyes that had been destroyed by the explosion had been repaired, but the face looked like it had been washed with sulfuric acid, with pits and bumps.

"Oh, thank you. Although I don't like it when you use your feet, it's still better than me using my tongue."

Hey buddy, even though you're not saying anything, I can still tell from your eyes that your face looks like a rotten avocado.

Deadpool said with a self-deprecating laugh.

He originally planned to play dead and wait for these people to leave before figuring out how to reattach his head.

However, upon learning that it was Kino's men, he abandoned the idea.

Number Two, carrying Deadpool by the ankle, walked over and said, "He still has a pulse. What should we do?"

"Pour cement into the seabed and sink it," Number One said expressionlessly.

Deadpool panicked upon hearing their discussion. Although he might not necessarily die that way, the thought of such endless torment was terrifying.

"No, no, no, I know the Demon King. His name is Kino, right? We're amazing partners."

Deadpool shouted loudly.

The two exchanged a glance, and Number One said, "Take him back to base and report to the leader. If he's fake, hand him over to Dr. Banner as a test subject."

Deadpool's head was held in Number One's arms, slowly sinking into the shadows.

"Oh, be gentle, newly regenerated skin is very delicate and sensitive. And buddy, your embrace is so warm, it reminds me of my mother..."

Deadpool's incessant chatter echoed in Number One's ears, causing Number One's eye to twitch involuntarily.

He swore to the Demon King that if the guy dared to deceive him, his body would be kept for experiments, and his head would sink to the bottom of the sea.

On the other side, a hidden safe house.

"Dr. Banner, thank you for your cooperation. I will now escort you back to the banquet."

"One of the assassins said, his tone full of respect for Dr. Banner."

Dr. Banner looked at the kidnapper who had sunk into the shadows and shook his head in disappointment.

"You've had enough fun for the past few days. Take me back to the lab."

At first, I found it all quite novel; I was surrounded by beautiful women at the banquet, and bigwigs from various fields fawned over me.

But gradually, all I heard were questions like, "How's the research going?" "Are there any side effects to the drug?" "Would you like to come work for our company?" "Are you interested in taking on apprentices?"

These utilitarian and boring words filled him with utter disgust.

The results obtained from researching pharmaceuticals in the laboratory are still more appealing.

It's been so long since I've seen Betty. I wonder how she's doing.

The thought flashed through Dr. Banner's mind, carrying with it a complex emotion that was hard to describe.

The following day, the Demon Group acquired a large number of properties in the beauty and pharmaceutical industries at low prices.

Meanwhile, several more homeless people appeared on the streets.

Kino didn't kill them; he kindly used Healing Potion to restore their health.

Perhaps living with nothing but loss is the greatest punishment for those who were once greedy, more so than death.

The usually packed meeting of the Tycoon Alliance now has many empty seats, as some people have not shown up.

"What should we do? Terbi, El and the others have all been dealt with by the Demon King. I saw Billy begging on the street a few days ago."

A wealthy man in a corner spoke with a grim face and a trembling voice.

"If all else fails, let's go apologize to the Demon King! He's willing to sell medicine to the poor... no, the common people at a low price, he'll definitely forgive us."

"Yes, that's right. At worst, we can just give the Demon King a few companies; he probably needs them."

The group discussed the matter amongst themselves, their voices filled with fear and unease.

Just as the alliance was on the verge of falling apart, a loud slam of the table was heard.

"Quiet down, all of you!"

A burly, wealthy man glared angrily and roared, "What problem can be solved by shouting like a swarm of headless flies?"

The conference room fell silent instantly; everyone was trembling with fear, and all eyes turned to the angry tycoon.

He is the person with the most assets in this alliance, and he is also the elected leader.

"But Tom, the Demon King has already made his move; we can't defeat him."

"Moreover, the Healing Potion and Rebirth Potion are about to be released, and if we don't sell our assets now, it will really be too late."

"We are not like you. You have other businesses. Most of our assets are in the pharmaceutical and beauty industries. Once they collapse..."

The crowd chattered amongst themselves, their faces etched with anxiety and helplessness.

Tom frowned deeply, his face so dark it seemed like it could drip water.

"Shut up, all of you!"

He roared again, "What's the panic! Even if the Demon King is powerful, we can't just give up so easily!"

"We're still fine, aren't we? What does that mean? It means the Demon King doesn't dare to openly attack us. And do you think begging for mercy will prevent the Demon King from issuing the potion?"

You'll all be penniless sooner or later, it's just a matter of time. Either you follow me and continue fighting the Demon King, or you'll all be sleeping on the streets. Understand, you fools!

Tom's words also awakened everyone, and the thought of the terrible future that would turn them into paupers ignited flames of anger and resentment in their eyes.

Their initial hesitation was replaced by determination, and the wealthy men got up and left to prepare for their next plan.

Tom was left sitting in the main seat, taking out his phone.

"How's the sell-off of medical and beauty-related businesses going... Good... Cancel all collaborations related to New York, then arrange the fastest flight to Mexico, and we'll evacuate."

After giving instructions for the rest of the trip, Tom got up and walked towards the door.

Are you kidding me? Go head-to-head with the Demon King? He's not that stupid!

Since the previous plan has failed, there is no need to continue it.

Leaving those idiots behind is just to shield him from bullets.

The reason he was able to build such a large business is that he knew how to let go. Although doing so would significantly reduce his assets, as long as he had the capital, he could make a comeback.

Tom's lips curled into a smile, but when he pushed open the door, he saw a strange figure.

He was startled, his smile froze instantly, and his eyes were filled with wariness and doubt.

"Who are you?"

Tom asked, trying to appear calm, but his hand secretly reached behind his waist.

"Ra's al Ghul, CEO of the Demon Group."

Ra's al Ghul said expressionlessly, staring coldly at Tom, as if he could see through every little thing Tom did.