Evil Aura

"Is that so?"

Wang Bert thought for a moment and said, "Fine, give me unlaundered money, but add another ten million. That makes sixty million. Any problem with that?"

Kingpin immediately said, "No problem. If it’s unlaundered money, I can give it to you tomorrow. Some gang robbed a bank a while ago, and I stole it from them."

"You really are ruthless."

Wang Bert was speechless. He said, "Second, I don’t want to keep dealing with gangs like yours. Don’t provoke me, or you won’t even get the chance to regret it."

Kingpin said, "I’ll find another scapegoat."

"Whatever. As long as it has nothing to do with me."

Wang Bert said, "Third, are you interested in helping me sell something?"

"Sell something?"

Kingpin was stunned. Wasn’t this taking a rather strange turn? He asked, "What are you selling? I own several supermarkets. I can help you distribute it."

"What I’m selling can’t be sold in supermarkets."

Wang Bert took a vial from his pocket and said, "Human Enhancement Potion. It can strengthen a person’s physique several times over, with almost no side effects. One vial is worth five million US dollars."

Kingpin asked in shock, "Human Enhancement Potion? And one with almost no side effects? Is that real?"

"Of course it’s real."

Wang Bert said this because his main body had a habit of forcibly memorizing important technologies in case of emergencies, such as Human Enhancement Potions, Nanotech Armor, Super Colliders, and so on.

Therefore, Wang Bert knew how to make Human Enhancement Potions. In fact, they were not particularly complicated. Another Kingpin had once practically given them away at a massive discount.

Kingpin asked, "If it’s real, why have me sell it? Wouldn’t it be better to sell it directly to the military?"

"The military is the mutants’ greatest enemy. Why would I aid the enemy?"

Wang Bert sneered. "I’ll give you ten vials. Help me sell them. For every vial you sell, I’ll launder ten million for you and only charge a forty percent fee."

"So I can make over a million from every vial sold?"

Kingpin thought about it, then asked greedily, "Only ten vials? A lot of people will want this kind of potion, even if it’s expensive."

"This potion is difficult to manufacture."

Wang Bert said casually. He was selling enhancement potions partly to make some quick money and partly to find America a few opponents.

The mutant world was too monotonous. Other than mutants, there were no heavyweight villains, so the military had always kept its eyes on mutants. Wang Bert intended to create some supervillains to divert the military’s attention. Human Enhancement Potions were only the beginning.

Besides, this was also preparation for Super Heroes—only with super criminals would Super Heroes have value.

This world, or rather, New York, was about to become lively again.

Kingpin said, "All right, but it may take some time. This potion is too hot to handle. I can’t let anyone know that I’m the one selling it."

Wang Bert said, "That’s fine. All right, now for the final step."

Kingpin asked, "What final step?"

Wang Bert said nothing. Mimicking Ancient One’s movements, he slapped Kingpin in the chest. Kingpin’s soul flew out from behind his body and stared blankly at his own collapsing body.

Kingpin shouted in shock and fury, "Bert Wang, what did you do to me?"

"This is your soul. Next, I’m going to set up a miniature Magic Array on it."

As Wang Bert arranged the Magic Array, he said, "This Magic Array has two functions. One is memory sealing. You will be unable to tell anyone information related to me, whether voluntarily or involuntarily."

By involuntarily, he meant having one’s memories searched by outsiders. With this Magic Array, even the Professor would be unable to obtain any information about Wang Bert from Kingpin’s memories.

After saying that, Wang Bert focused on arranging the Magic Array. Kingpin blinked and asked, "What about the second function?"

Wang Bert smiled. "You’ll find out when you decide to take revenge on me."

With that, Wang Bert tugged his hand, and Kingpin’s soul abruptly returned to his body. He then climbed up from the ground and said to Wang Bert, "I’m now absolutely certain that you were the one who stole my money."

With so many miraculous abilities, plus his sudden wealth, who else could it have been?

Wang Bert said with a smile, "I’ll give you one chance to say that again. Kingpin, if you keep courting death, you really will die."

Kingpin immediately shut his mouth. After thinking for a moment, he said, "Bert Wang, I can help you sell the potions and never be your enemy, but you must agree to one condition."

Wang Bert asked with a smile, "What makes you think you have the right to set conditions?"

Though Wang Bert was smiling, his eyes were icy cold. Kingpin felt a chill in his heart and knew the other man had developed killing intent.

Wang Bert had not intended to kill Kingpin before, but since Kingpin was so determined to court death, Wang Bert did not mind granting his wish.

"You misunderstand. I’m not negotiating terms with you. I just want to cooperate with you."

At the critical moment between life and death, Kingpin spoke faster than ever before. "I can help you protect mutants."

Wang Bert raised an eyebrow and asked, "You can help me protect mutants?"

"Yes. There are quite a few mutants in the underworld, and their situation is terrible. Some have even become slaves, fighting underground deathmatches every day."

Kingpin let out a breath. When the other man’s killing intent had risen just now, he had felt as if he would inevitably die no matter what he did. "I can help you rescue those mutants. Also, the underworld has excellent intelligence networks. I can help you gather information related to mutants."

"Is that so?"

Wang Bert thought for a moment and said, "What is your condition?"

"It’s not a condition. I only want a promise."

Kingpin waved his hand and said, "If I should unfortunately die in the future, I hope you will protect my wife and son. They don’t need wealth or status. They only need to live like ordinary people."

"Fine, but this promise will not take effect while you are still alive."

Wang Bert said, "In other words, you must protect your own wife and child."

"Of course."

Kingpin had no objections. As long as he was alive, no one could touch his wife or son.

Looking at the confident Kingpin, Wang Bert shook his head. He had traveled through many universes, and the Kingpins in those universes were basically Stars of Solitude—they brought misfortune to their wives and children.

We’ll see. If he’s truly useful, I won’t mind saving his wife and child once.

Wang Bert put ten vials into Kingpin’s pocket and said, "That’s it. Do you want to go back on your own, or should I send you back?"

"Send me back. If I showed up on the street looking like this, it would be troublesome."

Kingpin gave a bitter smile. As a boss, he had to maintain a boss’s dignity. These were turbulent times, and it was best not to cause trouble.

Wang Bert waved his hand, and Kingpin vanished directly. Then, Wang Bert looked down from the sky at the familiar New York and smiled faintly. New York’s daily life was about to begin again.

Kingpin only felt his vision blur before he was back home from the rooftop. Looking at the familiar furnishings in the living room, he could not help but sigh in relief. He had just taken a stroll past the gates of hell.

At that moment, Kingpin’s wife Vanessa stumbled out groggily. When she saw Kingpin, her face filled with shock. "Honey, what happened to you? Did you fall into the sea?"

Kingpin blinked. How was he supposed to explain this? Waiting online. Urgent.

Meanwhile, in a New York villa, Senator Cabo from Montana held his son’s photograph and wept alone in his bedroom.

Unlike the imposing figure he had been a few days ago, Senator Cabo was now utterly dejected. He had not bathed or shaved for days and looked almost like a homeless man.

Senator Cabo’s spirit had been completely crushed. He gave a miserable laugh and said, "I got you killed, son. I got you killed. I’m sorry."

At that moment, a voice filled with endless resentment, neither male nor female, suddenly sounded beside Senator Cabo’s ear. "No, you did nothing wrong. It is this world that is wrong. This damned world."

"I’m not wrong. This world is wrong?"

Senator Cabo muttered blankly. The voice continued, "That’s right. This world is wrong. This world should not exist."

"That’s right. This world is wrong. This world should not exist."

Senator Cabo repeated those words over and over. Each time he repeated them, a streak of Black Light emerged from the void and entered his body.

Before long, Senator Cabo’s eyes had turned completely black. He suddenly burst into crazed laughter. "This painful world should not exist."

"Sir?"

Hearing laughter from the bedroom, a maid opened the door to check on him. The moment she entered, however, she was swallowed by a horrifying giant mouth. She only had time to let out a shrill scream.

The maid’s scream drew the guards and servants from throughout the villa. Without any surprise, they soon followed the maid’s fate and became food.

After an unknown amount of time, laughter rang out once more from the blood-soaked bedroom. "I did nothing wrong. This world is wrong. I will destroy the world."

In the Chaotic Void, Wang Bert’s main body sensed an extremely evil presence and immediately looked up toward Mutant Planet.

Unfortunately, the Evil Aura vanished in a flash, leaving Wang Bert unable to lock onto it. He narrowed his eyes and frowned slightly—he had never encountered such an evil aura before. Even Eye Demon and Seth could not compare.

At that moment, Mutant Planet suddenly changed—its time began to accelerate.

"One year on Mutant Planet is only two months on Earth?"

Wang Bert thought for a moment, then sat down and began analyzing Mutant Planet’s rules, hoping to figure this out as quickly as possible.

"Now, I can only rely on my clone. Fortunately, he’s also me. With my brilliance, there shouldn’t be any problem solving this."

Wang Bert muttered to himself. The projection beside him complained, "Main body, has anyone ever told you that you’re extremely narcissistic?"

Wang Bert casually replied, "No. On the contrary, many people say I’m too humble. I’m obviously so outstanding, yet I pretend to be ordinary. It’s truly hateful."

The projection rolled its eyes. Its main body was completely beyond saving. Still, becoming a Creator God in just a few years did give him the right to be narcissistic.

In the blink of an eye, more than half a month passed. During that time, the Universe Recycling Company officially began operating.

In the Manhattan office, Yuriko reported to Wang Bert, "All non-recyclable garbage that could pollute the environment has been sent to the Recycling Plant in the south, where we’re waiting for you to deal with it using your spatial abilities.

"As for recyclable garbage, it is being processed slowly at the factory. The process is relatively complicated, so efficiency is low. Also, the profits from recyclable garbage are far lower than those from non-recyclable garbage."

Processing non-recyclable garbage only required transportation and storage costs. Processing recyclable garbage required not only a large amount of equipment, but also a large workforce. It was extremely troublesome.

"Recyclable garbage may not bring much profit, but it can provide a large number of jobs."

Wang Bert asked, "How are the mutant employees feeling? Does anyone want to resign?"

"Not at the moment. On the contrary, some mutants are very worried about losing their jobs."

Yuriko said, "For mutants, having a stable job is extremely rare. In fact, many mutants are still waiting for us to arrange jobs for them. Our factory simply isn’t big enough."

"That’s good."

Wang Bert thought for a moment and said, "Tell all employees that once the company becomes profitable, everyone will get a ten percent raise."

"Boss, I know you mean well, but our company probably won’t make a profit until it goes public."

Yuriko said, "According to the plan, we need to keep building Recycling Plants in other cities. We simply don’t have enough funds. Of the fifty million U.S. dollars you invested earlier, half has already been spent."

Wang Bert’s goal was to monopolize the garbage recycling industry. He would definitely have to keep investing in the early stages, so profits would not come quickly.

Furthermore, only by constantly opening new factories could they provide enough jobs for mutants. Their current factory was far from sufficient; it could not even accommodate all the mutants in New York.

"Then find some excuse to give them a raise."

Wang Bert said, "As for funding, don’t worry about it. Making money couldn’t be easier for me."

Yuriko said, "I suggest accepting investments from others. Once the Universe Recycling Company stabilizes, its profits will be considerable. Many people are interested."

"That’s fine. Discuss this with Zuo Yi."

Wang Bert nodded. Although he did not lack money, bringing in more allies was not a bad thing. The more people invested in the Recycling Company, the more stable both it and the mutants would become.

"Understood."

Yuriko nodded and continued, "The Watchmen Company is almost fully established, and Psylocke is ready as well. All she needs now is an opportunity to make her debut. Psylocke’s team manager says that as the first mutant celebrity, Psylocke needs a spectacular debut."

"A spectacular debut? Are there any specific requirements?"

Wang Bert asked. The Watchmen Company differed from the Recycling Company. Once it began operating, it could immediately bring in a large amount of funding, so he was very interested.

"First, it has to attract the attention of all America. At the very least, all of New York."

Yuriko said, "Second, it must involve saving people. That will make it easier for her to gain public favor."

"So there needs to be a major disaster, and then Psylocke steps in to save people?"

Wang Bert stroked his chin. The Mutant Brotherhood had gone quiet. Where was he supposed to find a major disaster for Psylocke to deal with? Should he just set Fifth Avenue on fire?