Who Agrees, Who Opposes?

"Boss, all the board members are here..."

Zemo ignored Jafar and spoke to Carl with a respectful expression.

"What's going on? Baron Zemo actually called that young man boss?"

"This kid really does have quite the background!"

"I've never seen that cold-blooded man treat anyone with such respect..."

The sight immediately stirred suspicion among the crowd, and they all began guessing at Carl's identity.

Jafar's face also showed a trace of uncertainty.

He forcibly suppressed his anger and found a seat.

He wanted to see what these two were up to!

"Good."

Carl slowly opened his eyes. Without wasting words, he got straight to the point.

"I called you here for only one thing..."

"I hope you scum will voluntarily hand over the shares in your hands, then get out of this company!"

"Alright, I'm finished... Who agrees, and who opposes?!!"

The conference room instantly fell silent.

Everyone stared at Carl in disbelief.

Was this guy some kind of fucking lunatic?!!

"Hehe, it's been a long time since I heard such a funny joke."

Jafar was the first to strike. A disdainful sneer appeared on his fleshy face.

The wariness that had just risen in his heart vanished completely.

Even if Carl truly had some astonishing identity and background—

Once he said those words, he was destined to become everyone's enemy.

Because... he had touched everyone's interests.

Those who incurred public wrath would die!!!

This was no exaggeration.

In present-day Sokovia, every industry was already firmly controlled by the people in this conference room.

Without the cooperation of people like them—

Even the Emperor himself would be unable to take a single step forward!!

The others burst into laughter as well.

Clearly, every one of them had taken Carl's words as a joke.

In their eyes—

Carl was nothing more than an ignorant brat who did not know his place.

Only Zemo swept his cold gaze over them.

These idiots seemed not to understand what they were about to face.

Then, at Jafar's signal, several directors stood up one after another and provocatively declared in unison, "I oppose!!"

As if he had anticipated this all along, Carl's expression remained calm and unruffled.

But the next second—

A golden radiance as impossible to gaze upon as the sun suddenly erupted from his eyes.

Sizzle...!!!

Laser beams hot enough to melt steel instantly sliced those directors in half at the waist.

Blood and internal organs splattered everywhere, scattering across the floor.

The nauseating stench of blood and burnt flesh instantly filled the entire conference room.

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"D-Don't kill me, I agree!!"

"Help! This lunatic is too terrifying!"

"As long as you let me leave this hellhole, I'll give you whatever you want."

Nearly everyone was stunned by the sudden scene before them.

After a brief daze, the remaining directors finally came back to their senses in the most disgraceful ways.

Some turned pale and tried to flee, only for their legs to buckle beneath them and send them crashing to the floor!

Some began vomiting in terror, their entire bodies twitching uncontrollably!

Others were so frightened that they went limp all over, curling up in their chairs and screaming as they trembled!

These capitalists, who were usually arrogant and tyrannical and regarded human lives as worthless—

Had never seen such a hellish, bloody scene.

They had never imagined before—

That one day, death would descend upon them "superiors" in such a brutal manner.

Compared to ordinary people who struggled every day for their livelihoods, families, and careers—

These capitalists clearly cherished their lives more and feared death more!

Because once they died, it meant they had completely lost.

They would no longer be able to enjoy and plunder this beautiful world!

At that moment—

Carl had transformed in their eyes from an arrogant, ignorant young man into a terrifying demon like the God of Death!

No!

Perhaps "ruler" was more fitting.

He could rule over their lives, deaths, and fates!!

Zemo was also somewhat dumbfounded by what he saw.

No, Boss, was this the "persuasion" method you meant?

It really was simple and brutal...

Hehe, but I liked it!

What Zemo did not know was—

Carl had originally intended to use the Mind Stone's power to directly make these people hand over their shares.

But after he "saw" the filthy memories in their minds, he immediately changed his mind.

Take the scum he had just killed, for example.

Among them were not only masterminds who openly sold young girls on the black market and resold human organs at exorbitant prices—

There were also demonic tycoons who ran adult playgrounds on private islands, providing special services for political figures from various countries in exchange for massive profits and insider information!

In short—

Not a single one of these people was decent.

Carl had closed his eyes earlier because he did not want to look at this trash any longer.

Otherwise, he was afraid he would not be able to resist starting a massacre ahead of schedule!

"Zemo, I'll leave the share transfer matters entirely to you from here on."

Carl did not continue the slaughter and merely ordered in an indifferent tone:

"Also, officially rename Sokovia Holding Group as Warp Group, and conduct a thorough review and assessment of all employees. Drive out every last one of those with ulterior motives or whose character does not match their position. I don't want such parasites in my company!"

Carl deliberately drew out his words.

As his gaze swept across the room—

The remaining directors nodded frantically like pecking chickens.

They feared that if they moved even a little too slowly, they would be cut down on the spot.

Jafar was so frightened that he barely dared to breathe. Forcing a fawning expression, he echoed:

"I-I'll draft a share donation agreement immediately, then fully cooperate with Baron Zemo in the transfer of power!!"

Right now, he and the others could not wait to leave this dangerous place and get farther away from Carl, this god of slaughter.

Although these shares were under Jafar's name—

They actually had nothing to do with him. They were all Hydra's assets.

So handing them over now naturally did not cause him the slightest heartache.

After all, "It's only a few million dollars a month. Why risk your life for it?!"

"Good. Since no one has any objections, I'll consider it unanimously approved."

Carl then looked at Jafar and said with a faint smile:

"Mr. Prime Minister, as the mastermind behind the rebel army, let's have a proper talk about how to end this civil war!"

"W-What... h-how did you know?!"

An incomparably horrified expression immediately appeared on Jafar's face.

No matter how hard he thought about it—

He could not understand how the man before him had learned of such a secret identity!!!