"Okay!"
Quinn gestured for Otto to count the money, then pulled out another cigarette from his pocket and lit it.
He wasn't addicted to smoking and didn't particularly like cigarettes, but the smell of nicotine kept his brain sharp, so he'd light one when discussing business or thinking things through.
While Otto counted the money, he thought carefully about how much information he should reveal to the other party.
For himself, he naturally hoped the other party knew as much as possible.
Only by knowing more could they better understand the horror of demons that existed beyond human comprehension, generating greater emotional responses and earning more prayer points.
But not everyone or every organization should know everything.
Take the Ancient One and S.H.I.E.L.D., for example.
The Ancient One could travel through the multiverse and had a mysterious relationship with the god of white magic "Vishanti" and the creation god "Eternity." As the Supreme Sorcerer, she also had means of easily confirming information.
So it was better to tell her the truth.
But S.H.I.E.L.D., although they'd dealt with the supernatural, were essentially just an organization formed by ordinary people. They still had limited knowledge of the truly supernatural.
If you talked to them about supernatural creatures like "demons," they could understand them as mutant creatures or aliens. But if you talked about multiverses, beings from other worlds... In Marvel, until all the gods and cosmic entities appeared on stage to cause trouble, they'd never believe it.
Not only would they not believe it, but they'd think you were fooling them or had ulterior motives, leading to a series of unnecessary troubles.
And Bullseye—or rather, Kingpin behind him... The underworld empire Kingpin established had close cooperation with the Hand, which included ninjas, samurai, and even onmyoji.
Telling him the murderer was a demon from another world should be fine.
After all, the Hand had means to summon hell demons or invite spirit possession.
"Mr. Quinn, I've finished counting. It's one million dollars total!"
At that moment, Otto spoke up from the side.
Quinn looked at Bullseye in surprise, not understanding what was happening.
Bullseye smiled. "If this cooperation goes well, the boss wants to establish a long-term cooperative relationship with you."
The implication: If you have real ability, you can gain Kingpin's friendship. If you use false information to cheat money, then prepare to sink into the sea.
Quinn instantly understood what Bullseye meant and laughed lightly. "If the information is false, just come find me. But taking Kingpin's money isn't easy."
"Are you rejecting the boss's goodwill?"
Bullseye looked at Quinn with a half-smile.
Quinn took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled. The smoke became hazy under the light, and behind the hazy smoke, his eyes turned cold. "Don't push your luck. I'm adhering to the principle of 'harmony brings wealth'—that's the only reason I'm talking business with you right now. If it weren't for business, your previous attitude would be enough to get you dismembered!"
"Really? I'd like to see how you'd dismember me!"
Sensing the other party's killing intent, Bullseye didn't panic—he became excited instead.
He was a downright villain. He didn't have any sincere reasons for doing bad things. He just wanted to kill and destroy—that was all.
However, he couldn't resist Kingpin.
Though he very much looked forward to fighting this little-known intelligence dealer in the underground society, then ravaging him to death, he didn't dare forget Kingpin's mission.
Therefore, after saying this provocative sentence, he immediately added, "Don't worry. I'll come settle our grievances after I finish what the boss told me to do."
"Then take your things and get lost!"
Quinn poured out two hundred thousand dollars from the box, placed a USB drive inside, and threw it to Bullseye unceremoniously.
"Got guts!"
Not only was Bullseye not angry, he praised Quinn's courage and left with the box.
In his eyes, Quinn was already dead.
"Seems I've been keeping too low a profile lately!"
Looking at the figure disappearing into darkness, Quinn sneered.
Perhaps destroying an underworld empire could cause an even greater sensation.
"Otto, close up shop. Time for bed!"
Although there were still thirty thousand prayer points left unused, he couldn't bring himself to use them. After experiencing the grief of lottery draws full of fragments—so heartbreaking he couldn't sleep all night—he decided he'd rather get up and draw again tomorrow.
Fisk Building.
In the top-floor office of the building named after him, Kingpin was reviewing the information sent by Bullseye.
A demon king who'd survived for thousands of years...
Immortal lifespan...
A body beyond ordinary humans...
Fear of sunlight and the weakness of needing to consume human flesh...
Kingpin's expression grew more solemn as he flipped through the messages, but finally he showed a smile.
Although the enemy was an existence beyond imagination, there were also benefits corresponding to the crisis—namely...
With this in mind, Kingpin made a phone call.
Perhaps because of the late hour, it took a long time for the other end to answer, and the tone was irritated.
"Fisk, calling at this hour—if you don't have a good reason, even if you're the emperor of the underground world, don't think I'll let you off easily!"
"Of course, Mr. Norman Osborn!"
"Then tell me what this is about!"
"I have something you're interested in. I'll send you an email shortly—you can see for yourself."
After speaking, Kingpin hung up, a smile forming at the corner of his mouth.
The next day.
Quinn got up early with panda eyes.
Although not drawing the lottery meant he wouldn't feel the pain of terrible luck, having money and not drawing made his heart itch so badly he couldn't sleep either.
"What a failure!"
Quinn sighed helplessly, then...
"Lottery draw! First, let me draw 100 puppets!"
[Ding! You obtained a D-rank puppet fragment!]
[Ding! You obtained a D-rank puppet fragment!]
[Ding! You obtained an F-rank puppet fragment!]
[Ding! You obtained an E-rank puppet fragment!]
[Ding! You obtained an A-rank puppet fragment!]
A series of prompts for obtaining puppet fragments sounded. Quinn's expression remained calm.
This was the real system—he'd long gotten used to it.
Yesterday, when he'd drawn a C-rank puppet in ten consecutive draws? That was a fluke.
But...
When the 100 draws were completed without pulling a single complete puppet, the corners of his eyes couldn't help twitching.
This was way too harsh!
Although a certain number of puppet fragments could be combined into a complete puppet, first of all, you needed a lot of fragments, and secondly, you needed fragments of the same puppet.
But the problem was there were too many characters across all the worlds. If you wanted to collect enough fragments for a complete puppet, you might as well hope to pull the puppet directly.
"These 100 draws are just warming up. If I keep drawing, there'll be good items eventually."