"Professor, we're not on the same path. You really aren't suited to joining my company."
Yang Bo admired the professor's willingness to sell himself out the moment he saw the armor, but that was utterly useless. He really had no interest in taking the professor on.
"The Mutants of this world still need you to save them."
He patted the professor's shoulder, giving him a look that said the task of saving the world was in his hands, then prepared to leave with Darwin, who had already put on the armor.
Just then, Major General Hendry came over alone. A flicker of surprise crossed his eyes when he saw the armor standing nearby.
He had already made up his mind to cling tightly to Yang Bo's coattails.
With a smile on his face, he said:
"Sir, all those FBI agents have been detained. As for the two who spoke disrespectfully to you, I guarantee they'll grow old in prison."
Yang Bo looked at him and nodded slightly.
"Good. Oh, and once they're in prison, arrange for a few burly Asian men to keep them company. Let them experience just how strong people with yellow skin can be."
He wasn't some great villain. Killing people was so tasteless. He could even provide some lubricant as a friendly gesture...
Such a minor request was nothing to Hendry, and he hurriedly nodded in agreement.
"Don't worry. I know some actors who specialize in those kinds of films. They'll be sure to satisfy them."
Yang Bo was surprised and looked Hendry up and down. He had absolutely no desire to know why the man knew actors like that.
He took a small box specially prepared for Hendry out of his backpack.
"This is a gift for you."
Hendry eagerly accepted it and opened it