Every cultivator hoped to be stronger. Fame, status, and strength were things that no cultivator could refuse. However, those things cannot be provided elsewhere. Only Greensource Corp could, which was a great incentive.


    So, with such incentives, Jeckle believed that no one would refuse Greensource Corp''s recruitment, not even Wilbur.


    Back at Greensource Corp''s headquarters, Jeckle went to the rooftop and looked at Damon''s back. Jeckle said, "Mister Damon, the tasks you assigned to me have all beenpleted."


    Damon acknowledged it without turning around. Even though Damon did not turn around, Jeckle still bowed his head immediately. Jeckle knew that Damon had three levels of strength. Even his lowest level was at a level close to the Emperor level, which surpassed Jeckle. Only in normal circumstances did Damon treat him as a friend. Under other circumstances and in work, Damon would always be his superior. So, Jeckle did not dare to overstep his bounds with Damon.


    In fact, both Jeckle and Damon were powerful figures among the assassins of Greensource Corp. Jeckle was an A level assassin, while Damon was S level. Although they were friends, there was a clear hierarchy between them.


    Jeckle said, "Mister Damon, there''s something I don''t understand."


    "Tell me. What is it? Is it about the distribution of the blue potion to those organizations I told you to?"


    His eyes brightened, and Jeckle said, "Exactly. Just Wilbur from Dasha had caused us so much trouble. If cultivators from other countriese at the same time, it might be difficult for us to hold them back."


    "Hmph."


    Damon sneered and said, "Jeckle, the treatment of Cametra in the Allied States should have improved. Since major countries have dispatched experts to investigate Greensource Corp, why not just have all their experts join us? They''ll soon realize the true strength of Cametra. That way, even if some banned substances are found, no country would dare to question Cametra by going past the Allied States. The strong control everything, and the weak are forced to listen. Jeckle, you must remember that we are the strong!"


    Jeckle was speechless. He did not expect the top brass of the Greensource Corp to want to use the result of exterminating the experts from various major countries to warn them. Jeckle had never thought that his fate could be linked to that of Cametra.


    However, thinking about it, now that various major countries, including those from the Allied States, had discovered Greensource''s ns, this matter had be an open secret. In order to ensure the continuation of the Greensource Corp''s pharmaceutical research, the only way remaining was to use an iron fist.


    In the mansion of Walton''s family, Walton paced back and forth, with an elderly man in a ck robe standing in front of him. The man''s eyebrows were like mes. He was the Holy One


    In the past two days, in order to appease the Holy One, Walton''s family had sacrificed two people consecutively. This matter made Walton restless. He wanted to swallow Albus'' assets earlier and then distance himself from the Holy One.


    However, Albert was in the hospital at that moment. As long as he still lived, Walton could not rest assured. After all, the consecutive disappearances of two people in Pilsey had already made it to the local newspapers.


    "Mister Holy One, we will definitely do our best to fulfill your request, but as long


    as Albus still lives, I will not get to inherit the Jonan family''s assets. Since you can absorb the luck from Albus, why not just drain all his luck and let him die? Wouldn''t that be better?"