At this moment, the Shadow behind Qinuo suddenly turned pitch black, extending forward, and ripples appeared on its surface.
An Assassin dressed in black ninja attire appeared before him in a half-kneeling posture.
The Shadow seemed to possess life, eerie and mysterious.
"Leader, the target has left."
The Assassin's voice was low and respectful, sounding exceptionally clear in the spacious plaza.
"Mm, you've worked hard," Qinuo said calmly. "Find her Base, and your mission will be complete."
"Yes, Leader," the Assassin responded, then his body disappeared back into the Shadow as if he had never appeared, leaving only the Shadow gradually returning to normal.
All Assassins of the Assassin Alliance choose to contract the power of the Shadow Demon.
This is an extremely strange and powerful force, allowing them to move freely within the World of Shadows.
Whether it's assassination or infiltration, it becomes effortless, like a ghost in the dark, silent and undetectable, making it impossible for others to guard against.
The only drawback is that during the day, changes in the Shadow are easily discovered.
The entire Demon Group is the main Base of the Assassin Alliance. It is heavily guarded, filled with numerous traps, and countless Shadow powers are intertwined within it.
Even Batman would not be able to silently infiltrate and leave with just a transformation ability.
As the reporters left, a storm of public opinion quietly brewed.
The next day, newspaper sales exploded, and the internet was flooded with news about the Demon Group.
Overwhelming reports filled people's vision, occupying both traditional media and emerging online platforms.
Among them, youth had the highest popularity, with countless people eagerly awaiting its release.
Some even inquired if there were any insiders who could steal it, and various requests for purchase were endless.
Dr. Banner also became famous, even earning the nickname Youth Doctor.
He instantly became the focus of public attention, highly respected and sought after.
Dr. Banner has been busy again recently, attending various award ceremonies and gatherings, with countless people trying to curry favor with him, hoping he could research longevity-extending potions.
It is said that his schedule is already booked three months in advance, and he moves between different events every day, enjoying it immensely.
However, with the release of the potion, the medical and beauty industries suffered an unprecedented impact.
The stock market was like a strong earthquake, with related stocks plummeting, a scene of utter devastation.
Who knows how many bosses and investors lost everything in this storm, despairingly ending up on rooftops.
They hated Banner and the Demon Group to the bone, cursing them through gritted teeth, as if all this misfortune was caused by them.
In a luxurious but oppressively atmospheric conference room, a meeting was held in secret.
"What should we do? We haven't even started selling yet, and we're already incurring losses. If it officially launches, we'll all be sleeping on the streets!"
A pot-bellied man roared, the fat on his face trembling with anger.
"A Demon King should stay in hell and reap souls, why is he running to the human World to snatch money from us? Is he sick?"
Another man in a suit slammed the table, his eyes full of rage.
"Heh, Demon King? Haven't you seen the poor devils below trying to mold him into a god?
He sells it to us for five million dollars, but to them for fifty thousand dollars. He doesn't know how to make money; he's robbing us!"
A woman dressed in glamorous attire shrieked, her exquisite makeup looking somewhat distorted at this moment.
But for the sake of their future lives, they still had to pay up.
Everyone present was a wealthy magnate, adorned with jewelry, a giant in the medical and beauty industries.
Their former elegance was gone; they were like shrewish women bickering in the street, having lost all their composure, leaving only fear and anger in their hearts.
"Enough! I didn't call you here to complain; let's think of a solution together."
A middle-aged man tapped the table, his voice heavy and authoritative, and the scene immediately quieted down.
He was the leader of this organization. He had other industries, but once the product was launched, he would also suffer heavy losses.
"What can we do? You saw the Demon Army that day; even the country couldn't do anything about him."
A middle-aged beautiful woman slumped in her chair, her expression despairing, her exquisite makeup unable to hide her exhaustion.
"Moreover, he himself possesses powerful strength; trying to snatch it by force is simply impossible."
A middle-aged man had already given up, planning to sell all his assets at a low price and change professions so he could still maintain a wealthy life in the future. His voice was filled with helplessness and frustration.
"A bunch of young people, only knowing how to use violence. We can steal it!"
An old man smiled sinisterly. He had always been greedy for the power in his hands and was unwilling to let go. Now, the Demon King held the hope of extending his life.
But this might require him to exchange everything he had, and how could he be willing? As long as he got the formulas for those potions, a hint of madness and determination flashed in his eyes.
"We can find someone to steal it. If he dares to retaliate against us, we'll spread the formula all over the World. I don't believe he can go against the entire World."
The old man grew more agitated as he spoke, his wrinkles scrunching up on his face.
"Also, his statements about Mutants, we can use public opinion to force him to hand over the formula."
Another person chimed in, a hint of ruthlessness flashing in his eyes.
"And Dr. Banner, he knows too. We can kidnap him."
Someone proposed this bold idea.
"Are you crazy? He's the Hulk, as long as the Demon King can defeat him."
The Hulk's true identity was no secret to them; a slightly calmer person immediately retorted.
"He should have returned to normal. The people I arranged forced him like that at the press conference, and he didn't transform."
"Then it's worth considering."
The light of hope reignited in everyone's eyes, as if they had already seen the dawn of success.
So, everyone began to plan, one after another. They were all people who held vast wealth, with people and weapons at their disposal.
If Qinuo were an ordinary person, they might have truly devoured him.
When the meeting ended, most people left in a hurry, with a mix of apprehension and anticipation, to arrange their respective tasks.
They seemed to have seen a glimmer of light in the darkness, attempting to grasp this last hope to salvage their crumbling financial empires.
One of the pot-bellied tycoons returned to his mansion, his steps hurried and his expression tense.
He went to a hidden Underground Room. Under the dim yellow light, a digital walkie-talkie was placed inside, modified to have an effective communication range of fifty kilometers..