"It looked like you did a good job!" The Goat-Man Devil merely glanced at the suitcase on the floor and immediately sensed the demon fragments inside.
To be honest, it had never truly believed they were capable of completing this task.
It was not denying their strength; demons in this world were simply elusive by nature and difficult to find.
Every one of those who could enter reality was cherished like a treasure by the master behind them. They served as their masters' representatives in the human world and, more or less, possessed methods that exceeded their own level of power.
Their destructive abilities might have been similar, but each had exceptional means of escape.
With a beckoning gesture from the Goat-Man Devil, the proposal on the table flew into its hand with a whoosh. The pages rustled and flipped continuously.
Streams of information poured into its mind.
"Good work. I was right not to underestimate you. Very good. From now on, you are Golden Can Group's regional agents for Indonesia. Within one week, the company must spread to every part of Indonesia."
"At the same time, I require at least one-fifth of Indonesia's population to join Golden Jar Company and become its employees," the Goat-Man Devil added.
The group was inwardly shocked upon hearing this. This fellow truly was preparing to make a move.
The order did not sound like much.
But they knew that only one kind of person could join Golden Jar Company: the dead.
Just like Kevin, whose throat had once been slit.
Living people could not join a company established by a devil. In other words, the Goat-Man Devil was demanding that one-fifth of Indonesia's population die within a week.
And there would be screening involved, which meant the death toll would be even higher.