Little Red Riding Hood

All Might's strength comes not only from his personal power, but also from his role as Symbol of Peace, much like the Plasma Spark Tower of the Land of Light. As long as he is there, Pro Hero will continuously emerge in society.

Smuggling or trafficking contraband is not allowed in the society where All Might and will be severely punished.

"You mean this potion is difficult to produce?" the red-haired man frowned. If what he said was true, the price was indeed not outrageous.

Just like water resources in the desert, which are very cheap in other regions, the difficulty of transportation makes them the most precious resource in desert areas, requiring a price a hundred times higher than their actual value.

Moreover... this Quirk enhancer only came from this one company, making it impossible to estimate its true value.

"You could try putting your genitals in your mouth, that's easier," the Werewolf retorted with a laugh.

"You!" A flash of shame and anger crossed the red-haired man's eyes, but he managed to suppress it. The wealthy Afghanistan businessman next to him pulled his arm and made him sit down.

"Ah, you gave up so easily...?" The Werewolf seemed a little disappointed. "You were really clamoring on Instagram, I almost thought our Dark Shadow was doomed."

The red-haired man stood up, gritting his teeth, and said, "I want to talk to you alone."

"Ah, although I'm not really keen on talking to you, you are our customer after all. Alright, I'll talk to you for a bit." The Werewolf bowed to the crowd. "As you can see, I need to leave temporarily to attend to this guest. Please be patient."

After saying that, he went to the red-haired man's side, and the two of them walked out of the room together.

People around them who knew them began to gossip.

"Grandpa, do you know what he's talking about?" Toga leaned close to Jilan, casually revealing her background. "I've never joined any Instagram. Can you tell me something? I'm quite interested in gossip."

Jilan shrugged. "I don't even know where the end of the universe is, how would I know about this?"

Although Himiko Toga claims to be a follower of the Hero Killer, meaning she's influenced by his "Hero Return Theory" ideology, Jilan didn't see any qualities of conviction in her like Stain's. Rather than a follower of Stain, Jilan believed she was more likely a teammate recently recruited by Tomura Shigaraki.

However, this is just speculation.

The room was arranged like a conference hall with several rows of seats, and people were seated according to the order of their arrival. A person sitting behind Jilan muttered to himself in surprise, "No way, Dark Shadow is all about making money through harmony, why would they make sarcastic remarks about that guy?"

"I do know about this," the white-haired gentleman who had spoken earlier said, sitting beside him. His voice, deep and resonant, continued, "If I'm not mistaken, that red-haired man's Instagram name is Kumara. He's been recruiting mercenaries and frequently stealing business from Dark Shadow. He seems to be trying to use Quirk enhancers to build a personal guard and overthrow his father's rule."

"Could it be that he is...!"

"Shh, it's best not to say his name." The old gentleman shook his head with a smile. "Although he possesses enormous wealth, this kind of Quirk enhancer is extremely unstable. It would take countless doses to assemble a sentient team, so naturally he'll want to secure his own interests."

"No wonder... seizing the throne would require a lot of external support, and someone as poor as him, who only has money left, would naturally not offend Dark Shadow, an arms dealer." He nodded knowingly.

"Hey, old man, what are you thinking about? Why aren't you saying a word?" Now that there's no host on stage, Toga wanted to find some topics to talk about to pass the time.

"Hmm, I was just thinking..." Jilan stroked her chin and said, "When exactly will the doll he cherishes make its appearance?"

As soon as Jilan finished speaking, the Werewolf stepped back onto the stage, followed closely by the pale-faced Kumara.

"Everyone, let's forget about that little incident and get right to the main topic!"

The Werewolf held a remote control and turned off the red button. The entire room instantly went dark, and a screen with a light appeared, playing a video as the film reel turned.

Jilan had seen this video before; it was the one attached to the email that Dark Shadow sent her. A pink princess room, a blonde girl in Little Red Riding Hood, a gentlemanly Werewolf...

The video was short and quickly ended with the Werewolf kidnapping the girl. However, this time the Werewolf referred to the viewers as "the audience" instead of using the pseudonym Jilan in the letter she received earlier.

As Jilan was wondering what the point of showing this again was, he glanced at Toga, and quickly realized that Dark Shadow hadn't sent this video to those who had managed to buy tickets.

"Everyone, have you finished watching our promotional video? Any thoughts?" The Werewolf smiled at everyone, exuding confidence in his creation. "Anyone want to say a few words?"

The group exchanged glances, but no one wanted to speak. After a while, someone raised their hand and said, "Besides knowing that your new product's codename is Little Red Riding Hood, I haven't gotten any other information from it."

"Alright..." The Werewolf sighed dejectedly, then rallied his spirits, "Now, let's welcome Little Red Riding Hood to the stage!"

The lights suddenly came on, and from behind the red curtain, a blonde girl in a red cloak was slowly walked out, supported by a woman, and led by the Werewolf to the front of the stage.

"Everyone, she's Little Red Riding Hood!" the Werewolf shouted.

Jilan hesitated for a moment. The girl known as Little Red Riding Hood had a delicate face, but her body was like that of a child who had not fully developed. Although Jilan felt an impulse the moment she saw her palm, no matter how you looked at it, this little girl was a living person.

A hush fell over the audience. After a moment, a bespectacled, overweight man stood up angrily. "What do you mean by 'Dark Shadow'? We just want to soothe our souls with sex dolls. We like seeing little girls' smiles, and we call ourselves lolicon, but we are not pedophiles! You, Dark Shadow, are insulting us!"

One of them shouted, "Don't you Dark Shadow have principles? Even if you're dealing in contraband, you wouldn't deal in drugs, so why are you doing something like human trafficking!"

Kumara crossed his arms and sneered, "If you want a little girl like that, our country has plenty that are much prettier than her. We don't treasure her like this in your Dark Shadow."

If the invention that Dark Shadow had been researching for months and claimed to be groundbreaking was nothing more than the trafficking of living girls, Jilan really wouldn't be interested, and most people in the arena would be just as uninterested.

To be honest, if the people sitting below wanted to buy servants, they could just make a phone call and several naive girls would be sent to their homes. Even if Little Red Riding Hood was cute, there were plenty of people cuter than her, so this kind of resource was not rare.

"Hey, why are you all so excited? Don't you all like it?"

The Werewolf took a few steps back in shock, releasing his grip on the little girl's hand—thud. The girl, as if oblivious, fell straight forward.