We humans are so awesome.

"Do you want to..."

"Yes, sir, I'm willing to serve you!"

Chapter 31 The Devil's Travel

Justin was so shocked that he was speechless for a long time.

After all, he was still a kid in his early twenties, and in the future he only planned to be an ordinary person who didn't care about money and had no interest in money at all. He had no intention of becoming a godfather.

Besides, what's the point of being a godfather in the world? As long as you have money, there are many people who call you dad.

"Well, haha, what did you say?" Justin pretended not to hear clearly.

"I said……"

"No, don't say that anymore."

He quickly interrupted Wilson and turned his head to the other direction, not daring to look him in the eye.

"I, uh, it's getting late, and I have other plans. Goodbye, Mr. Wilson!"

"...I understand, Mr. Justin, please wait patiently for good news!"

Wilson said goodbye to Justin politely and got on the carriage for the return journey.

The wind was freezing outside the window, but even colder than the wind was his heart.

Today's visit is both a plea for mercy and a threat.

If Justin knows what's good for him, he should agree to it. Otherwise, he will be the next one to be fucked after Don Juan!

Wilson now firmly believed that major issues in the business world must be solved with iron and blood.

I was too soft-hearted before and just expelled Don Juan. If I had charged him with stealing company property and sent him to jail, I wouldn't be suffering now.

Taking the past as a lesson and a warning for the future, he wanted to sever all human feelings and shoot at Don Juan's heart with a beast-like mind.

What Wilson relied on was a sharp blade called "Folga".

Folga had been waiting in the office for a long time. When he saw Wilson, he stood with his feet together, head held high and chest puffed out, as if he could go to the battlefield at any time.

"Boss, please give me your orders. I am ready to complete any task successfully no matter what the cost."

"Very good!" Wilson was very satisfied. "I want you to erase all traces of Don Juan's existence as quickly as possible. Is that ok?"

"..."

Of course there is a problem!

Folga was complaining in his heart. He had been fighting openly and secretly with Brandon for the boss's favor for a while, and he finally won the final victory with great difficulty.

If he knew the reward for victory was this, he would never fight for it even if he died. For a better future, he could go to the battlefield at any time, but he could never go to the execution ground.

"I don't have enough professional qualities!" Folga didn't dare to directly refuse his parents, so he began to look for objective reasons. "When I was in college, I failed herbal medicine every year, and I still don't have a nightmare driver's license. I can't poison or cause traffic accidents!"

"Then sneak into his residence directly, and then use a disintegration technique to blast him to pieces!"

Wilson had originally planned this, the most advanced assassination often only required the simplest steps.

Dissociation was a powerful and concealed spell, and was even listed as a forbidden spell in Hell. He had spent a lot of effort to buy a scroll on the black market. With it, even a three-year-old child could kill a strong devil.

"But, but I'm too famous. Don Juan also knows me and will definitely be wary of me!"

Seeing his boss's face getting darker and darker, Folga made up his mind.

"Professional matters should be left to professionals. Boss, I happen to know a killer from my hometown. Why don't we let him handle it?"

"That's even better!" Wilson was overjoyed, but soon a new worry arose in his heart, "What will the fee be? Will it be very high?"

"Of course not, four thousand dollars is enough. Have you forgotten that my hometown is Stygia, the fifth layer of hell?" Folga answered confidently.

The fifth level of the Nine Hells is a kingdom of cold and ice. The quality of life of the devils there is far inferior to that of the human world, so their requirements are naturally much lower. If it were the ninth level where Don Juan was, four thousand dollars would only be enough to hire someone to clean the lawn at the door.

Wilson was very pleased and nodded with satisfaction: "I'll give him 6,000 and he can also reimburse the cost of the transmission back. It must be done quickly!"

Professionals are professionals. On the third day, the killer found out the good news that Don Juan had left his residence and went to the suburbs to relax.

There are magic eyes everywhere in the city, so it is difficult to take action and it is easy to be exposed. It is much more convenient in the deserted suburbs.

"This is what I think." Folga advised carefully, "If Don Juan disappears silently like this, who can prove that he is dead? Will others suspect that you two are acting?"

Wilson had never considered this issue before, and it was also his first time to order a murder, so he lacked experience.

"Then what do you think we should do?"

"Why don't we take all of us, plus all the other devil publishers we can invite, and call them all over under the pretext of an outing, and then let them see with their own eyes how Don Juan is turned into powder in fear and pain, what do you think?"

As Folga described it, Wilson seemed to have seen the scene.

How wonderful, how exciting, how satisfying!

Everyone knew that he wanted to kill Don Juan, and Don Juan was actually killed right under his nose. Who dared to say that he had nothing to do with it?

As for the subsequent investigation, Wilson was not afraid at all. After all, the killer was an outsourced personnel and would be teleported back to hell after the mission was completed. Even if he was caught, it was Folga's own decision!

After the success, he will be the savior of the devils, and the ambition to dominate the industry buried in his heart will no longer be a pipe dream.

"That's it!" Wilson picked up the portable mobile terminal, "I'll call someone now!"

Under extreme excitement, his work efficiency was greatly improved, and he soon formed an army of 500 devils, who marched to the countryside in dozens of special vehicles.

The place where Don Juan is located is more than 100 kilometers away from the city center, and the scenery is quite different. There are endless farmlands everywhere and children playing in the fields.

It was the first time they had seen so many demons. They all came forward to watch, which seriously delayed the team's progress. It was not until sunset that they arrived at their destination - a barren mountain.

Wilson had checked the pictures taken by the killer in advance. There were only a dozen or so farmhouses scattered within a few kilometers of the barren mountain, which should have been the perfect burial place for Don Juan.

Now the place is full of parked vehicles. Judging from the license plates, they are from various cities in the world. Moreover, they are all extraordinary and definitely not something that ordinary people can own.

In the open space in the center of the car group, a square platform was built at some point, and Don Juan stood in the most conspicuous place on it, with a reserved smile on his face. He kept shaking hands with people around him, and then turned his head to provide the best shooting angle for the audience.

The more Wilson looked, the more frightened he became. He was now an entrepreneur of some size, and his circle of friends was much wider than before. He knew most of the humans on the platform, but they were just acquaintances.

He didn't even have the qualifications to talk, and now, these big shots were standing with Don Juan.

Chapter 32 A wonderful ending

Wilson racked his brains but could not explain the current situation.

Why? !

How could Don Juan stand on the stage with such glory and honor? But he could only watch from a distance, and even if he wanted to get closer, he would be stopped by the guards.

The jealous fire almost melted Wilson's brain, and he could no longer maintain his rationality. Of course, if he attacked Don Juan before finding out the reason, it would probably anger these big shots in front of him, but who cares!

Wilson gritted his teeth, waited for the vehicles and personnel from all over the place to leave the venue, and then gave orders to Folga beside him.

"Do it!"

"Ah?" Folga was caught off guard and horrified. "You've seen it, boss. Killing Don Juan now will have serious consequences!"

"Stop talking nonsense. If you don't do it, I'll call him boss next time we meet!"

At Wilson's urging, the killer finally started to act. He walked out from the hidden corner, his steps light and agile, and in one step he climbed onto the platform and got behind Don Juan.

At such a close distance, even a small knife for peeling fruit would be enough to kill, but the killer did not take out the scroll. He did not make any extraordinary movements. He just followed Don Juan step by step.

Don Juan seemed to have just noticed Wilson and his group below, and they slowly walked down the platform and came in front of him.

"Are you surprised? Do you want to know why?"

"Why?" Wilson's eyes were bloodshot and his voice became hoarse.

Don Juan raised his head high, very proudly: "Because I have made a huge contribution to the education of the world, I am going to donate 200 primary schools!"

The importance humans place on education is unmatched by any other race, and spending money on education is far more respected than spending it on other things.

From ancient times to the present, wealthy people in the world have sought to improve their reputation by establishing free schools, but no individual or even any organization has ever pledged to donate such a large sum of money.

The goodwill that is actively released must be supported, encouraged, and promoted, not to mention the goodwill from friends of different ethnic groups. So the arrival of the bigwigs brought a strong propaganda force.

It won’t be long before Don Juan’s deeds will be widely spread among the world, and he will become a role model for everyone to learn from. The rhythm in front of him will then be insignificant.

Wilson figured out the reason, but he became even more confused.

"Two hundred primary schools will cost at least 5 billion yuan. Where did you get so much money?!"

"If you want to pay the full amount, it will indeed cost this much. If you just want to put your name on the monument, 500,000 will be enough." Don Juan explained patiently.

This is also the advantage of donating to a primary school instead of donating money. Spending 500,000 yuan can also leave your name on a monument, which is equivalent to the effect of 25 million yuan. Most people do not have a deep understanding, so how can they understand the ins and outs of it?

"That's also one hundred million. Do you have one hundred million?"

"I can't even get ten thousand together." Don Juan admitted frankly that he had spent all his money on hiring navy soldiers. "But you are here, aren't you?"

He turned and faced the other demons.

"I am not a cold-blooded creature who only cares about myself. This donation is also held in the name of the Devil and Human Mutual Support and Solidarity Federation."

"As long as you join the Freemasons and pay another 700,000, you can have a primary school named after you and completely restore the glory of the Devil's publisher. What are you waiting for? Act now!"

"Isn't it five hundred thousand?" some devils objected.

"Doesn't the organization need funds for activities?" Don Juan sneered, his contemptuous eyes shot over like lightning, "You think it's too expensive, and I think it's too expensive too? Just tell me whether you want it or not!"

"All the planned primary schools in the world have been contracted by Mr. Don Juan. If you want to invest on your own, it will cost 25 million yuan!" Sylvia added.

It is clear at a glance which is more important. And if no one pays, it would be fine. But if you are the only one who does not pay, the consequences can be imagined.

"we want!"

Wilson looked at Brandon and Maureen who had stepped forward with a stern look until they put down their raised hands in fear.

"Give me fifty spots," he said.

Those who can accomplish great things must be able to bend and stretch. Temporary surrender is nothing. Wilson firmly believes that the final victory will belong to him!

"Why do you want a quota?" Don Juan sighed, his voice full of pity, "You're going to be in jail soon, so don't bother thinking about it."

"I don't understand what you said..."