Shaking her head softly, her voice, though light, carried an undeniable firmness.
"Moira, becoming a servant is my wish."
"Sigh…"
Moira sighed helplessly, knowing that her decision would never change.
Basa snorted disdainfully. "Since you're back, I'm leaving. You take your time with it!" He gestured with his chin towards Bronski.
"Kid, come with me. Let's have a fight."
A combative glint flashed in his eyes.
Bronski's face instantly showed difficulty; Basa had become his combat teacher, and she was the Hell Butler. He couldn't offend either of them.
Moira's face flushed with anger, and just as she was about to say something, she spoke.
"Bronski, you may leave. You've worked hard these past few days."
Her words were like a reassurance, allowing Bronski to let out a long breath.
The triumphant smile on Basa's face hadn't lasted long when he heard her coldly say, "Basa, you're in charge of handling the Demon Group's toilet matters."
"Why me! Are you trying to use your Hell authority to suppress me again?!"
Basa immediately flew into a rage, a ferocious grin on his face.
Before, he helped because he knew what she intended to do, but now that she hadn't succeeded, he wouldn't obediently listen anymore.
"Is this enough?"
The corner of her mouth curved slightly upward as she slowly pulled out a necklace from her clothing.
The necklace was ordinary, but the blue ring hanging from it was like the most dazzling pearl in a deep ocean.
"This is… a ring…"
Basa's voice was somewhat dry, and the muscles in his face suddenly stiffened. His expression was as if he had been suddenly frozen, his gaze fixed intently on the ring.
Of course, he knew what this was. In Hell, the Master's women all possessed such items symbolizing their special status.
"She, this is from the Master!"
Moira's eyes instantly lit up with surprise, and she reached out a finger, wanting to touch this significant ring.
"Mm."
She, however, smiled gently and tucked the ring back into her clothing, her movements so soft as if she were handling the most fragile treasure in the world.
She protected it with her hand, her eyes full of cherish, as if only keeping it close to her body could bring her peace of mind. This ring, to her, was more important than life itself.
Not touching the ring, Moira didn't mind, excitedly saying, "She, didn't it succeed?!"
"I never said it failed, and I will always be the Young Master's servant."
Moira paused slightly, then understood her meaning. She understood her deepest thoughts and that stubborn persistence.
Moira sighed softly, her eyes showing understanding and affection: "Ah, I understand you, she."
Basa, however, didn't understand what they were talking about.
But he understood that challenging the Hell Butler was fine, but challenging the Master's woman would truly lead to death.
He silently returned to the desk, took the toilet planning document, his back revealing an indescribable despondency and dejection. His usual arrogance had vanished without a trace, like a defeated rooster.
Bronski also quickly followed to help, his steps hurried, afraid of causing any more trouble.
Moira was too lazy to bother with them, instead inquiring about her gossip.
"She, tell me how you did it. The Master really likes you…"
"He really likes me, especially likes to hold me…"
"How exciting."
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That day, Qinuo arrived at a towering skyscraper. This magnificent building shimmered in the sunlight, its glass curtain walls reflecting dazzling light.
An emblem shaped like a demon hung above it.
Demon Group.
He walked in with steady steps. In the spacious and bright lobby, the front desk was manned by a blonde beauty.
Upon seeing Qinuo, her face instantly flashed with awe and reverence, then she knelt on one knee.
"Greetings, Leader."
Everyone in this group currently came from the Assassin Alliance. They were well-trained and disciplined, obeying only Qinuo's commands.
"Take me to Lei Xiaogu."
"Yes, Leader." The front desk respectfully responded, then stood up and led Qinuo to the elevator.
On one side of the elevator, the front desk skillfully opened another hidden set of buttons. After pressing the button, the elevator slowly descended.
The upper part was merely a disguise, used by external employees. The true core—underground—was where the headquarters was located.
The elevator doors slowly opened, and Lei Xiaogu was already respectfully waiting.
"Master." Lei Xiaogu bowed slightly.
"How are the company matters?" Qinuo asked as he stepped out of the elevator.
"All facilities and factories are in place, ready to begin production of potions and hold press conferences at any time."
Lei Xiaogu replied.
"Mm, good. Let's go see how Dr. Banner is prepared."
Qinuo nodded slightly with satisfaction, secretly sighing that Lei Xiaogu was indeed reliable and very useful in handling matters.
The two arrived at a laboratory, surrounded by people, most of whom had some kind of disability.
Qinuo did not disturb them, walking to a window on the other side to look in.
Inside, Dr. Banner was conducting an experiment, and a man with disabled legs lay on the experimental table.
"Are you ready to welcome your new life?" Dr. Banner asked with a strange laugh.
"Yes, Dr."
The experimental subject nervously nodded. This spot was something he had won through sheer luck, defeating all his comrades.
"Don't be afraid. I've already experimented with White mice. Just sleep it off."
As Dr. Banner injected the anesthetic, he then injected a blue potion.
In a moment, the potion began to take effect. The two healed wounds on the experimental subject's legs began to split open, and two small, infant-like feet emerged.
Dr. Banner excitedly watched the two newly formed feet, beginning to attach various instruments to them for testing.
"The nervous system is connecting, bones are growing, blood vessels are normal. I succeeded, hahahaha."
Dr. Banner shouted excitedly, and the people watching from outside the window also screamed wildly.
"Dr., I'm in so much pain… My feet grew?!"
The experimental subject suddenly woke up, seeing his newly grown feet.
Dr. Banner frowned. The potion's effect had nullified the anesthetic.
Watching the experimental subject, who was both yelling and screaming in pain while staring intently at his feet, Dr. Banner felt a headache from the noise.
He rummaged through the experimental table and picked up a large iron rod.
"Dr., Dr., what are you going to do?"
The experimental subject's face turned pale with fright, his voice trembling.