The surrounding reporters looked at the woman with eyes like she was an idiot, thinking to themselves that she really didn't know whose press conference this was.
Even if they thought the same, you couldn't just say it out loud. How much money did they give you?
The middle-aged woman looked confident. Of course, she knew the Demon King, the mastermind behind the demon invasion.
She had investigated carefully. The Demon King had only appeared once in public, and that demon invasion incident had no casualties. It was all bark and no bite.
Moreover, with so many people, how could he possibly kill all the reporters? He wouldn't be able to survive in the Human World then.
Dr. Banner explained, "Regarding this, we can conduct a test on the experimental subjects to confirm…"
The middle-aged woman immediately seized on his slip of the tongue and questioned, "So, you currently have no way to prove that this person is not a Mutant."
"Uh…" Dr. Banner was momentarily speechless.
"I want to ask Dr. Banner, have these potions undergone human trials?" The middle-aged woman pressed on aggressively.
"Yes, but they are all…" Dr. Banner tried to explain.
Tony secretly thought, "This is bad." Once you admit it, no matter the reason, it will cause public backlash against you.
"Also, Dr. Banner, I question whether you are the inventor of these potions." The middle-aged woman continued her attack.
"The healing potion was invented by someone else, but the limb regeneration potion was indeed me."
As soon as these words came out, all the cameras in the room were aimed at Dr. Banner, and the reporters below the stage frantically recorded it.
"Wait, I meant…"
Dr. Banner was a little anxious. He hadn't anticipated this situation. Fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, his face turned a little red, and his hands unconsciously clenched and relaxed.
"Dr. Banner, leave the rest to me."
Qinuo walked onto the stage.
"I'm sorry, Young Master, I messed up the press conference."
Dr. Banner said dejectedly, his head bowed, his face full of guilt.
"Not at all, it's just a small unexpected situation." Qinuo patted Dr. Banner's shoulder and gave him an encouraging look.
"Don't take it to heart, I'll handle it."
Qinuo turned to face the audience below, his gaze calm and sharp.
That look made the middle-aged woman feel a chill in her heart, but she still feigned composure and said loudly,
"What? Did I hit a nerve? Are you angry and want to kill me?"
The people around quietly moved away from her.
Qinuo calmly shook his head.
"Not at all. I'm just here to answer your previous questions."
The middle-aged woman revealed a triumphant smile. She hadn't guessed wrong; he really didn't dare to kill anyone.
"First question, you just said that the experimental subjects were Mutants, so I want to ask, are you a Mutant?" Qinuo asked.
The middle-aged woman was slightly stunned and said, "Of course, I'm not. I even have a certificate from a national test."
Tony shook his head and said, "This woman is going to be in trouble."
The next second, Qinuo smiled.
"Then I'll trouble you to be the experimental subject this time."
Before she could react, the middle-aged woman appeared on the stage. The experimental man raised the dagger in his hand and, without hesitation, slashed her limbs and abdomen several times.
"Ah!!!"
The woman's piercing scream rang out. Her face was contorted by extreme pain, and her eyes were filled with fear and despair.
The crowd below was in an uproar. Some covered their mouths in horror, while others turned their heads away, unable to bear watching.
Pepper pushed Tony's arm away.
"Tony, it's alright. I have to get used to this kind of thing."
Pepper's face was a little pale, but her eyes were firm.
"Pepper."
Qinuo injected the remaining healing potion into the middle-aged woman's body.
As time passed, the middle-aged woman's injuries gradually recovered.
She stood up trembling, her eyes filled with fear, her body still shaking like a sieve, looking at Qinuo in terror.
She finally understood that Qinuo's title of Demon King was not an exaggeration. At this moment, she was filled with regret, regretting that she shouldn't have provoked him so rashly.
Qinuo said kindly, "Thank you, madam, for your contribution to the experiment. There will be a small gift for you when you leave the meeting. Please return to your seat now."
"Yes."
The middle-aged woman's voice trembled, not daring to disobey in the slightest. Her legs were still weak, and she walked unsteadily towards her seat.
The middle-aged woman returned to her seat, smelling of a mixture of urine, blood, and sweat.
People around her moved away. Some looked at her with pity, shaking their heads and sighing; others laughed mockingly, whispering among themselves.
"Overestimating herself. Now she's suffering, isn't she?"
"Who told her to provoke the Demon King?"
"After all, it was a chance for overnight fame. She almost succeeded."
The middle-aged woman hung her head, wishing she could find a hole to crawl into, her heart filled with regret and fear.
After someone cleaned the podium.
Qinuo didn't pay attention to the commotion below the stage and said, "Next is the second question. We did conduct human trials, and now the experimental subjects will appear."
As soon as he finished speaking, a group of deformed and disabled people walked out from backstage. Some had twisted limbs, some had disfigured faces, and the scars on their bodies were horrifying.
The audience was instantly silent, all of them too shocked to speak by this scene.
Qinuo said:
"They are all heroes of this country, risking their lives for it.
During their missions, they encountered various dangers, lost their healthy bodies, and endured immense pain. But they never complained, never gave up.
And the potions we developed gave them hope to embrace a normal life again."
Qinuo paused, then continued, "They volunteered to participate in the experiment, not only for themselves but also to ensure that more people like them will not suffer the same hardships in the future.
This is the original intention of our human trials."
These experimental subjects spoke up one after another.
"That's right, we all volunteered. If it weren't for this potion, we would have committed suicide." said a person who had lost his lower body.
"My wounds hurt every day. I can only get by on painkillers every day, and I'm only 25 years old."
Another person with a face covered in burn scars, his voice choked with sobs,
"This potion is our only hope."
"I'm not as serious as them, I just want to see my child again." said a blind middle-aged man.
The reporters below the stage had tears blurring their eyes, but their cameras remained steady, recording everything.
Their hearts were deeply touched, and their pens flew across their notebooks, wanting to convey this moving scene and words to more people.
Tony was also somewhat shocked. His usually cynical face was now filled with solemnity and respect.
Pepper was even more moved to tears.