Edgar adjusted his glasses and nodded slightly.
"You flatter me, Mr. Xiao Long."
"I'll take care of the aftermath as soon as possible."
He turned to Wangchuan and bent a little lower at the waist.
"Master, what would you like me to do next?"
Wangchuan leaned beside the floor-to-ceiling window, his long, silvery-white hair gleaming coldly in the moonlight.
"Xiao Long will rule this place."
"Your task is to help him."
"And gather all the wealth you can plunder from this world."
Edgar's fingers twitched slightly.
Wealth.
The word was perfectly normal in any human context, but he did not quite understand.
A being who could casually pluck a soul out of its body, who could grant others superhuman powers without Compound V.
A Demon from another world who thought nothing of nuclear bombs.
Would he care about human wealth?
Dollars, euros, gold, stocks?
Edgar had been in business for thirty years. He understood the nature of "money" all too well: it was merely a system of symbols built on collective trust.
What would someone who could erase existence itself want with that system of symbols?
He opened his mouth, wanting to ask.
But Wangchuan had already turned his head, his Purple Lunar Phase Eyes gazing at New York's nightscape outside. His profile showed no emotion, as though he had already finished discussing the subject.
Edgar swallowed his question.
"Understood."
He bowed a little lower again.
"I'll do everything I can to assist Mr. Xiao Long."
Wangchuan did not turn around.
"You may go."
Edgar straightened, glanced at Xiao Long, then looked at Wangchuan's back.
He walked over to the desk, picked up the phone, and dialed an internal number, his voice returning to its usual unruffled calm.
"Technical department, send someone to my office."
"The carpet needs replacing."
"Yes,