Who would want to share the fruits of victory with these vicious vampires? But Darren had no choice.
He needed these people to stop Dr. Pim from taking back control of the company. He also needed a lot of research funding to maintain the company's operations.
After all these years, he could no longer control the project alone.
Fortunately, Darren was Dr. Pim's student, and the technological development couldn't be done without him, so he could only be the highest technical director. Otherwise, these greedy guys would've kicked him out a long time ago.
As they whispered to each other, the cruise ship sailed some distance away to avoid the frequent yachts coming and going in the coastal waters, and anchored.
Suddenly, a long "ding" rang out in the reception room on the top floor of the cruise ship.
Everyone who was scattered and chatting paused and looked at the source of the sound.
A white-haired old man in a black suit was already sitting in the empty seat. Looking around at everyone, he nodded with a smile. "Everyone, it's been a long time. Please sit down."
Everyone was very calm. They were already used to the big shot's mysterious appearance. They responded with a smile and took their seats.
There was no need for anyone to assign seats. Everyone present knew what to do.
Those who were of high status sat in the front, and it wasn't a big problem who sat in the front for those who weren't much different from each other. Nobody was stupid enough to argue here.
Although the Almighty Merchant was very polite and polite, he didn't like trouble.
After all, the big shot was in a unique business.
Most of the people who talked nonsense with him in negotiations didn't even have a chance to save themselves, and simply canceled the deal.
Darren followed the other councilors and sat in the middle of the long conference table.
This made him realize that the power of the councilors here was only below average.
Thinking of his background as a councilor, Darren had a fairly intuitive understanding of the level of this circle.
What the big boss said next made everyone slightly surprised, but also pleasantly surprised.
The big shot said that he had received a commission to ask for everyone's active support for the radiation clean-up in San Francisco.
The client would give ten vials of Water of Life at once to those who were willing to accept the commission as a reward.
The details of the related mission were detailed, and whoever could accept the most could take the corresponding amount of Water of Life.
However, the deadline for settlement of the mission was three months later. Those who completed it early could apply for early settlement.
Only those who met the deadline could get the Water of Life.
Everyone's eyes flashed, and they didn't say anything for a moment.
Apart from the big boss himself, only the Bat Squad and the Avengers could take out so much Water of Life at once.
These people were not idiots. They had long analyzed that the big boss had definitely started investing in both sides a long time ago.
Without the protection of these troublesome superheroes, they would not be so afraid of the big shots.
Tony was still fine. At most, he would cause a ruckus for a few days and lose some money or profits.
Not many people were willing to provoke the Bat Squad, especially if they were to provoke them alone. It was a strenuous and unrewarding task.
The mission given by the big boss was just another confirmation of the truth.
The boss didn't let them respond immediately. Instead, he gave them an hour to think and communicate.
There was no restriction on how many missions a person could take on, and naturally, there was no restriction on how many people could take on the same mission. The reward of the mission was also related to the difficulty level.
Soon, many people lowered their heads and played with their phones. Then, they found the meeting room to talk in twos and threes.
There were five people left in the living room, and they were all relatively new rookies. They could be considered reserve players in this circle, and Darren was one of them.
The person who went to the meeting was the councilman of the same profession. As a researcher, he had no part in it.
The bigshot in the main seat looked at them and smiled. "There's a card room next door. You can play a few rounds there."
Naturally, the five of them had no objections. They couldn't really sit here for an hour with the big boss, right?
Playing cards suited their identities, and it was very easy for them to chat or slack off.
The five of them entered the card room and chose Texas Hold 'em.
After playing for less than twenty minutes, a middle-aged man in his forties got up with a bitter smile. "Sorry, I don't think I'm feeling well. Take your time."
Looking at the man's pale face and the faint sound of his hand covering his stomach, the other four didn't know whether to laugh or cry. They nodded and gestured for him to do as he pleased.
A stomach ache wasn't something that could be endured. If one couldn't endure it, it might be a big problem that no one could take.
The middle-aged man walked out of the card room and into a lounge. His appearance suddenly changed into that of the Everything Merchant.
The person sitting on the sofa in the room turned his head with a smile. It was none other than this middle-aged man.
Looking at the list of Darren's abilities in the system, Luke chuckled. "It seems that I don't have to be in such a hurry."
…
Of course, today's get-together was a trap for Darren.
If Luke wanted to send an invitation to one of his tech companies, he could do it with just a word.
The middle-aged man from the tech company was a prototype.
On the way to the card room, the prototype had used the excuse of going to the bathroom to come to this room.
After swapping identities with the Veiled Spirit bigshot's clone, the clone went to the card room.
Everyone was rich, and the chips were small. It was purely for fun. Nobody expected that someone would cheat here.
Thus, Luke easily beat Darren three times.
Actually, after winning twice, he could learn all of Darren's abilities.
But remembering the guy's red name, Luke beat him again in passing.
If Darren didn't do bad things, he would at most get hurt and bleed a little.
If he really did bad things, it was very likely that he would die from minor injuries!
The technology for Pim particles came from Dr. Pim. If he tricked Darren, it would be a favor to Dr. Pim.
As for whether or not Dr. Pim knew, that wasn't important.
Luke just wanted peace of mind.
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After getting off the cruise, Darren watched the big shots leave, and his heart surged with lofty aspirations. Just you wait! It won't be long before I stand higher than all of you!
The senator patted him on the shoulder and gestured for him to get in the car.
Darren had come with him tonight. He had to send Darren back and confirm the matter of Pim particles in the meantime.
Very soon, the Lincoln started up and drove away from the pier toward the city.
On the coastal highway to the main road back to the city, the Lincoln driver looked at the lanes on both sides and made a left turn after confirming that there were no cars.
When they turned left, a mud truck drove up from another fork not far behind them.
The tired truck driver yawned and reached for the coffee cup next to him.
The driver had been working overtime for a lot of removal work in San Francisco recently, and was very tired.
But the Bat Squad and Tony's foundation had allocated quite a lot of overtime pay, so the driver couldn't bear to rest too much. He could only drink coffee as much as he could.
In the end, he, who was exhausted, reached out a little too much and knocked the coffee cup sideways.
Vaguely feeling that something was wrong, he subconsciously turned his head and saw that the coffee cup was only half full. Any more and the entire cup would have tipped over.
The cup of hot coffee that he had just bought might have spilled in the cab.
Without hesitation, the driver leaned over to pick up the coffee cup, and cried out in pain as he grabbed it. He had been scalded by the small amount of coffee that had spilled out.
Withdrawing his hand in pain, he inexplicably stepped on the gas pedal, which had been slightly loose under his feet.
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