Rebirth Group

"Not one of these bastards is any good."

Fire flashed in Wang Nanxuan's eyes, and the directors' souls were instantly set ablaze by Hellfire.

This was the Spirit of Vengeance's Eye of Judgment.

"Don't!"

All the directors cried out in terror and agony. Then, the flames vanished. Drenched in sweat, the directors collapsed into their seats, their eyes filled with fear. Even their muscles were twitching.

Susan stared in stunned disbelief, completely unable to understand why this had happened—because of where she stood, she could not see the fire in Wang Nanxuan's eyes.

Wang Nanxuan rose to his feet and ordered, "Howard, sign contracts with them and buy the group's shares in their hands at market price. Put those shares under your name and Wind Demon's.

"Also, rename Doom Group to Rebirth Group. Handle the necessary procedures. Susan, prepare to take over the company. I don't want any chaos."

Part-time lawyer Howard nodded. "Yes, Boss."

Susan asked hesitantly, "Mr. Wang, it doesn't seem like they agreed to sell their shares?"

"I agree! I agree to everything! I'll sign the contract right away and gift my shares to Mr. Wang for free!"

Ned shouted in terror. He only wanted to get as far away from Wang Nanxuan as possible. The other directors felt the same. Their hearts were filled with fear. Forget opposing Wang Nanxuan in the future—just hearing the name Andrew Wang would make them tremble all over.

Moreover, what had just happened would torment them for the rest of their lives, unless they were willing to make amends for their mistakes.

"Gift them for free? You make me sound like some bandit."

Wang Nanxuan was quite dissatisfied. "I won't rob you. I'll buy the shares in your hands at market price. As for the money to buy them, you'll give me an interest-free loan."

Howard grumbled, "How is that any different from robbery?"

"How can a civilized person's robbery be called robbery? This is called righteous punishment."

Wang Nanxuan shrugged and left the office. He had arranged to discuss an acquisition with the owner of the Daily Bugle.

To obtain more souls, I need a media group of my own. Otherwise, how will the public learn the truth? If they don't know the truth, how will they be afraid? And if they aren't afraid, how will they sell their souls to me?

Wang Nanxuan pondered secretly, I wonder what Spider-Man is like in this world? Tobey's Spider-Man? Amazing Spider-Man? Or Holy Mother Spider-Man, who got Aunt May killed?

While Wang Nanxuan was negotiating the acquisition price with the owner of the Daily Bugle, someone else was discussing him. That was perfectly normal. After all, he had no idea how to keep a low profile.

"Andrew Wang appeared in Las Vegas over half a month ago. He kept winning at gambling and never lost once. The money the major casinos lost to him totaled at least a hundred million dollars."

A balding white man reported to the one-eyed bald Black man on the computer screen, "Quite a few people went looking for trouble with him, but all of them vanished. They were most likely killed.

"More than ten days ago, Doctor Doom of Doom Group gave his shares to Andrew Wang. In addition, at noon today, the directors of Doom Group all sold their shares to him at market price.

"We suspect he is an Ability User with Hypnosis abilities."

"Why an Ability User rather than a Mutant?"

S.H.I.E.L.D. Director Nick Fury asked. His tone was clearly unpleasant when Mutants were mentioned. The reason was simple: he could not control Mutants, which meant the world was unsafe.

"He spent many days in Las Vegas. Las Vegas is Hellfire Club territory. If he were a Mutant, the Black King would definitely have sent people to recruit him."

Level Seven agent Phil Coulson said, "There are three major Mutant factions: the moderate X-Men, the extremist Brotherhood, and the elite Hellfire Club. In this world, the Hellfire Club still exists."

"That makes sense."

Nick Fury thought for a moment, then said, "I have another matter to deal with lately. Leave this Andrew Wang to you. Gather evidence, send people to investigate his abilities, then arrest him."

Wang Nanxuan was a billionaire after all. They needed evidence before taking action. If he had merely been an ordinary person, Nick Fury would have simply had him arrested and interrogated.

Coulson said, "His abilities are unusual. I request Melinda's assistance."

"Melinda is busy. Send Natasha instead. She happens to be in New York watching a basketball game."

Nick Fury said, "After Andrew Wang is captured, transfer his funds into S.H.I.E.L.D.'s secret account. Don't put them into the official accounts."

Coulson knew what Nick Fury meant. He hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "Understood."

That night, under dim lighting, Wang Nanxuan walked Susan home after she had worked overtime until now. The acquisition of the Daily Bugle had more or less been settled, but there was still a great deal of work to do. After all, it was a major newspaper with its own television station.

The owner of the Daily Bugle had not wanted to sell at first, but Wang Nanxuan's offer had simply been too generous.

Why was I, a mighty Demon King, working overtime? This makes no sense!

Wang Nanxuan grumbled inwardly. Once the initial preparations were complete, he had to find someone to help him manage Rebirth Group. He was here to enjoy himself, not to work.

At that moment, Wang Nanxuan noticed that Susan seemed to want to say something but was holding back. He smiled and asked, "Is there something you want to ask me?"

"Yes."

Susan nodded and asked, "Mr. Wang, this may be a little rude, but are you a Mutant?"

"Just call me Andrew. I know what you mean. I'm not a Mutant. Doom gave me his shares because he and I made a deal, a completely fair deal."

Wang Nanxuan said, "As for those directors, Susan, have you heard the legend of Ghost Rider in Texas?"

Susan said, "I've heard a little. He seems to be a cowboy burning with fierce flames, searching everywhere for evil people to judge."

"Ghost Rider was originally an angel of God..."

Wang Nanxuan told her Ghost Rider's story, then continued, "If I told you I was Ghost Rider, and those directors were so terrified because I used the Eye of Judgment to intimidate them, would you believe me?"

Susan smiled. "Andrew, I'm a scientist, though I think dating Ghost Rider would be pretty cool."

Wang Nanxuan smiled and said, "I ordered a Harley motorcycle online. When it arrives, I'll take you for a ride. By then, you might change your mind."

Susan said, "I may not have time. My boss has given me a lot of work lately. On my first day working for him, I had to work overtime until now."

"Your boss is awful. Uh, your boss seems to be me?"

Wang Nanxuan said with a mock-serious expression. They both laughed. Then, they saw several Tattooed Men ahead beating up two raggedly dressed homeless men.

Susan, who had a strong sense of justice, immediately stepped forward and shouted, "Stop! What are you doing?"

One of the Tattooed Men turned around and looked greedily at Susan. "We're driving away Monsters. Is there a problem?"

"Monsters?"

Both Wang Nanxuan and Susan were stunned. Looking down, they discovered that one of the homeless men had an abnormally large head covered in bulging veins, making him look especially sinister, while the other had fish scales on his face, looking extremely bizarre.

When the two homeless men saw Wang Nanxuan and Susan looking at them, they hurriedly threw on their cloaks and scrambled to their feet, wanting to flee. The Tattooed Men refused to let them go and kicked them back to the ground.