Fox Has No Malicious Intent-Chapter 746 - 744: Damn, They Didn’t Even Include Me in Their Surrender!

"Hiss...."

"Is this really something humans can come up with? Damn hot-swappable technology, their Royal Mutual Benefit Group is simply genius... If I were a person and didn't know the twists and turns behind it, I might be tempted too."

Master Fuli's face was darkened as he harshly criticized the Royal Mutual Benefit Group's outrageous maneuvers.

The Royal Mutual Benefit Group has no shame, usually selling medical products at a premium and even conspires with health insurance to deliberately create division. But when it comes to profit, they immediately think of a genius way to unite the originally divided and disintegrated citizens.

During their power transition phase, anyone attempting to consume their assets and stock prices will be labeled as a "witch."

And ordinary folks hoping to obtain the hot-swappable device through the Royal Mutual Benefit Group will surely condemn those "witches" in the public opinion field and will also chase after the Royal Mutual Benefit Group's stocks with real money.

There's no way around it.

Such hot-swappable technology, any male with extra grain in his pocket might fantasize about it.

It's not about wanting anything specific, but rather it's a very simple and straightforward truth.

The blade can be sheathed unused but must exist; sharpness is essential for carrying along in the world. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

If the Royal Mutual Benefit Group incorporates these technologies into America's healthcare, second at half-price, third buy-one-get-one-free, that would be insane goodwill.

No graphics card hot-swapping can compare to a single hot swap from the Royal Mutual Benefit Group.

Master Fuli punched with [Fertility Rate], directly pushing the Royal Mutual Benefit Group's stock price to a peak that benefits the common folk.

"...."

With a blank face, Master Fuli withdrew his gaze from watching the [Fertility Rate] achievement, and shifted his attention to the hormone-related wish.

[A devil claiming to be an artist employs drug kidnapping tactics, forcing innocent civilians to participate in a cruel special variety show, sending innocent people to survive alone in a gang-controlled chaotic city...]

[Wish Power +6]

"Wish Power +6, well... this provocateur doesn't really pose much harm to society, more like strengthening the Spirit Beast Overlord level, the range isn't large enough to cause havoc..."

A thug with Wish Power +6 could already directly disrupt a county's populace, but having witnessed Vimal's Wish Power +20, single-handedly creating a cross-national food safety crisis, Master Fuli felt unperturbed by Euroman's track record.

Though this provocateur is bad, every action is aimed purposefully, choosing only societal elites, throwing well-dressed people to the bottom level, watching them struggle, and then making it into a TV show, spread within a small circle.

One season consumes only one person.

If the protagonist earns a million dollars, they can pay to join the landlord force and become a Beast Warrior.

In the capitalist landlord class, Euroman already counts as a model with some human qualities, barely a moral exemplar.

......

As Master Fuli's captured destroyer gradually moved closer to the research ship for docking, the three vessels had originally numbered in the thousands in crew. After borrowing 'brains' from the [Tree of Good and Evil], now they numbered fewer than two hundred.

Most were scared witless, only a few landlords could retain composure, though their faces were grim.

Not everyone is obsessed like Vimal with acquiring power; only six of the sixteen directors of the Royal Mutual Benefit Group came, others attending the meteor salvage project were simply board proxies.

They are Spirit People; Euroman borrowed the brainpower first from the board's old buddies.

After all.....

Master Fuli's entrance was terrifying, riding on a "missile," it scared Euroman out of his wits.

Taking some time, he sorted survivors from the three ships, and the destroyer advanced ahead with the two frigates and research ship, heading toward Peace Island.

From the battlefield to Peace Island, the destroyer took a full two hours to approach the port.

"Too slow, back and forth, it's already dawn!"

Swearing as he disembarked, Master Fuli's beautiful fantasies of the destroyer were completely shattered.

This thing... simply can't race; its sailing speed is not only slower than the Ground Effect Vehicle but even lags behind the big planes Ah Bai and the others play with, extremely sluggish.

"Indeed... it's dead."

Upon hearing Master Fuli had returned in triumph, Little Angel fluttered its wings to the port with Li Wenkang and Lin Qi. At first glance, Little Angel saw the [Tree of Good and Evil], already wilted on the research ship.

Little Angel walked up to the [Tree of Good and Evil], raised a hand to touch its trunk with a complex expression, and murmured with unspeakable sorrow:

"Another one...."

"The money hasn't been spent, but a friend full of regrets has died, Euroman had an artist's heart as precious as gold while alive. He died without even revealing where his secret vault was or the unpublished shows he'd left..."

"It's really... too tragic."

They originally didn't need to struggle, just sitting on the family fortune, hoodwinking the public, occasionally picking a few unlucky ones for entertainment...

But the unwilling-to-be-mediocre new aristocracy, along with particularly stubborn troublemakers, constantly create issues, attempting to drag themselves off the throne into the dust, always restless.

Now.....

"Clack, clack, clack..."

As Little Angel sorrowfully recalled the atrocities of those new aristocrats and troublemakers, a branch grew out of the bottom of the [Tree of Good and Evil], which bore a face on its surface, staring wide-eyed at the sorrowful Little Angel.

"Not dead yet.... but almost." The small branch shrugged and spoke as it looked at Little Angel.

"Hmm? You really aren't dead...." Upon seeing Euroman clinging to life, Little Angel's expression shifted to one of shock, hurriedly extending an arm, preparing to strangle the reborn Euroman.

"Just kidding....."

"I was just talking casually, how could you actually hang a revival yourself?"

"If you come back to life, those cross-held company shares between us need more money divided, now with the fourth-quarter financial report nearing release, don't start trouble for our accountants here, please die soon."

"Gah?"

The small branch looked shocked, stared at Little Angel squeezing its neck: "Old Vimal—oh f**k you!"

"Dear friend, please greet my mother, who is frying in oil in hell, tell her I haven't followed her wish, but am now a heterosexual lady." Little Angel bared its teeth.

"What are you…. doing?"

Just coming from the destroyer, reboarding the research ship, Master Fuli stared in bewilderment at the branch and angel strangling each other, asking:

"Cut it out, Old Li and Old Lin will interrogate you later, don't go playing dead."

Master Fuli cautioned, heading straight to the ship's bow, as the silver metal orb at his side morphed into a metallic thread, manifesting as a silver high-backed chair on the ship's bow.

The warm dawn sunlight fell upon the silver high-backed chair, coating it in a golden glow.

Master Fuli settled into the chair, calmly gazing at the research ship's surviving landlords, speaking softly: "Come over, encountering is fateful, let's each take a photo to celebrate, then a group photo."

"Come over..."

Master Fuli raised his right hand, extending it forward, as the deeply abused small branch jumped out of its already wilted body, ran up, and slid to kneel, stretching out two small twigs to cradle Master Fuli's arm, gently kissing the fingertips:

"Yes! Your brilliance illuminates the earth, your great power reconciles human divisions, under your leadership, people unite."

"Oh holy god!"

"Your posture is so holy and beautiful, under your sacred brilliance, our hearts are filled with love. The Statue of Liberty should shift; the pseudo-god's light of liberty is lesser than your enlightening hammer."

The small branch solemnly gazed at Master Fuli, seemingly reciting poetry, expressing inner devotion to the lord.

"???"

Little Angel's eyes widened, completely unprepared for the branch acting so shamelessly, defecting without taking it along.

Meanwhile, the fearful landlords and proxies stood astounded beside.

Is this the lord they recognized?