I created the Old Gods and Outer Gods in America.

The toilet's storage room was small and piled with mops and disinfectant buckets. At that moment, two superhumans were hiding there.

They are waiting for all the company's employees to arrive.

"What time is the party?" Eddie asked in a low voice.

"I heard from people on the street that the whole company will be here today, around ten o'clock."

"Then let's wait."

Lucas nodded.

Time passed by, second by second.

About twenty minutes later, the bathroom door was pushed open, and two people walked in, chatting as they unbuckled their belts.

"David, your numbers this year are incredible! How much did you make in the third quarter alone?"

"Just lucky."

Upon hearing that familiar voice and name, Lucas immediately tensed up, and his blood began to rush through his veins.

"Stop being modest, you're definitely going to be the top salesperson, right? I heard the CEO is going to specifically commend you at the party later, and you'll have to treat everyone when you get your bonus."

"Of course, it's on me tonight, you choose the place."

"Really? Then I won't be polite, I'll go to that Japanese restaurant near the company..."

The sounds of their laughter echoed in the bathroom.

Even though Lucas knew the company had completely lost its conscience, he never imagined it had gone this far.

In the storage room, Lucas slowly lowered his head, looking at his hands, his fingers trembling with excitement, and a sickly smile appeared on his lips.

We originally planned to take action after everyone gathered together, but unexpectedly, the biggest reward has appeared now.

"Bang!"

The poor-quality door to the storage room was kicked open and slammed into the bathroom wall.

David and his companion, who were washing their hands, were startled by the loud noise and turned around abruptly.

The moment their gazes fell upon Lucas, a terrifying killing intent instantly filled Lucas's mind.

David was taken aback at first, then recognized the face in front of him.

His expression changed from surprise to disdain, and the corners of his mouth even turned up slightly, revealing a condescending mockery.

His companions also recognized Lucas, and the two of them burst into unrestrained laughter.

"Hahahaha! Lucas, are you just showing off your strength?"

David smiled and shook his head: "You've been released? Inside..."

Before he could finish the last word, Lucas was already standing in front of him.

The speed was so fast that David's pupils didn't even have time to react before a hand pierced through his chest!

David looked down at his bloodied arm on his chest, his mouth agape, a hoarse sound coming from his throat, his pupils rapidly dilating.

Warm blood splattered on Lucas's face, but he didn't even blink.

The next second, David's arm was ripped off.

David's companion, standing two meters away, froze in place as if struck by lightning.

His mind went completely blank.

The scene before him was completely beyond human comprehension; a person was being dismantled into a Gundam right in front of him!

"F...Fuck!"

His companion's legs finally obeyed his instincts, driving him to turn around abruptly and stumble out of the toilet.

Lucas glanced at the fleeing figure but didn't give chase, because Eddie had already gone.

In the corridor.

As David's companions fled, they shouted, hoping someone would discover what was happening.

"Help! Someone's killing someone! Help!"

However, no one responded.

The corridor was completely empty.

No, that's not right!

About ten meters ahead, around the corner, stood a woman in a white business suit, her back to him.

Although he didn't know why the other party wasn't responding, he still showed an excited expression when he saw a living person.

It doesn't matter whether I answer or not! As long as I can hold that monster off for a second and give him a little more time to live, that's enough!

Thinking of this, he rushed to the woman, intending to push her down and use her as a scapegoat. However, just as his hand touched her, her body fell down on its own!

It was only at this moment that he saw the woman's condition clearly, and in an instant, a chill ran down his spine!

He saw the head twisted a full 360 degrees, then rotated a full circle and returned to the front position.

The sound of the body falling to the ground echoed in the corridor.

His vocal cords seemed to be choked, and the screaming sound was stuck in his throat and he couldn't make it out.

A terrible fact struck him to his senses.

He finally understood why no matter how he called out, no one in the corridor responded.

He wanted to keep running, but he couldn't run anymore.

Because he suddenly saw his back, and a smiling face was looking at him.

After Eddie finished him off, Lucas, covered in blood, quickly joined Eddie, and the two sat down back to back to chat.

"This floor is all cleared out. There were 17 in total. What a coincidence, that bastard who cheated me out of money was here too. I took advantage of the situation and killed him."

Eddie cracked his knuckles, his tone tinged with the excitement of revenge.

"A party?"

"It'll be soon. I went to take a look, and there are already quite a few people gathered in the lobby on the first floor."

Lucas looked down at the bloodstains all over his body, remained silent for a moment, and then suddenly laughed.

"Since it's a company-wide gathering, wouldn't it be inappropriate for these colleagues not to attend?"

......

The lobby on the first floor of the insurance company.

The entire space was decorated to resemble a celebration, with gold and white balloon arches standing at the entrance, a stage covered with dark blue velvet, and flower baskets lining both sides.

The company's performance data and promotional videos for this year are playing on a giant LED screen, with a light and upbeat jazz track playing in the background.

More than two hundred employees gathered in the lobby, some holding champagne, some holding snacks, chatting in small groups.

Several reporters were interviewing some employees below.

Above the stage, a giant golden ribbon ball hangs, which is the highlight of the day. The top salesperson of the year will pull the ribbon ball, and the profit-sharing figures will be simultaneously displayed on the big screen as the ribbon falls.

In the center of the stage, the CEO of the insurance company, a white man in his early fifties with meticulously combed hair, stood in front of the microphone with a standard business smile on his face.

Ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to our company's annual celebration! The past year has been the most glorious year in our company's history!

A burst of enthusiastic applause and cheers erupted from the audience.

Enjoying the atmosphere, the CEO continued, "Our total premium income has broken historical records, our customer base has grown by 37%, and our claims ratio is among the lowest in the industry!"

The statement that the claims ratio was kept at the lowest level in the industry won even more enthusiastic applause from the audience.

Nobody thought there was anything wrong with it.

The CEO smiled and nodded, then turned the conversation to today's main event: "Alright, next, let's welcome this year's sales champion! Mr. David Morris, come up on stage and pull back this ribbon ball symbolizing victory and glory!"

Spotlights came on, searching back and forth through the crowd.

Thunderous applause erupted.

"David! David!" someone started chanting.

The spotlight spun around and around, but David was nowhere to be found.

The applause gradually thinned out.

The CEO's smile froze for a moment, then he added, "David? David Morris? Please come up on stage!"

Whispers began to ripple from the audience.

"Where's David? I definitely saw him earlier."

"He told me earlier that he was going to the toilet, could it be that he has diarrhea?"

"I called, but no one answered."

I sent a message, but there was no reply.

Several of David's close colleagues took out their phones and tried to contact him, but no one answered the phone.

The atmosphere in the hall began to become subtle, and the buzzing of discussion grew louder and louder.

Even the reporters in the audience looked somewhat embarrassed.

The CEO stood on the stage, his face gradually darkening. Over two hundred people had arrived; why were they disappearing at this crucial moment? What was David up to?

He waited for a full two minutes, and the murmurs from the audience grew louder and louder, the atmosphere beginning to cool down.

The CEO took a deep breath, put on his professional smile again, and patted the microphone: "Well, it seems our top salesman might be a little held up. In that case..."

He reached out and grabbed the golden string hanging from the ribbon ball.

"Then I will personally kick off this year's celebration!"

The atmosphere in the audience was reignited by these words; some people started clapping, while others raised their phones to take pictures.

The CEO flashed a confident smile at the camera and gave it a strong pull.

The golden ribbon ball split open in the middle.

No ribbons fell.

Cascading down from the sphere...

It was a corpse, and pieces of flesh.