Marvel's Psyker

"Please! Please! I can give you money, I am the CEO of Stark Industries, I have money! I can give you a lot of money!"

The big man stopped what he was doing, with a thoughtful expression on his face.

Obadiah looked at the expression on the big man's face, and said with more effort:

"I also have contact with many high society and government officials, as long as you let me go, money, beauty, fame, status, as long as you want, I can give you!"

The big man put down his hand and inserted the machete into the sand.

Obadiah breathed a sigh of relief, and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with his sleeve.

Obadiah just wanted to stand up, but was pushed down by the big man and sat back on the ground.

"you······"

"What are you!"

Stared at by the big man, Obadiah angrily closed his mouth.

After letting Obadiah live, the big man took out his mobile phone and searched the Internet, and found that the guy in front of him was actually the famous CEO of Stark Industries: Obadiah Stan.

Then, the big man took out a mobile phone and dialed a number.

Ten seconds later, the call was connected.

"Warren!"

A figure appeared on the phone screen, sitting in the shadow of the room, wearing a black robe covering the whole body, and his face was completely retracted into the shadow of the black robe.

But the big man named Warren on the phone is obviously very respectful to the man in black on the screen.

"My lord, something happened to my mission."

Warren was imposing, but his tone was respectful.

"Ok?"

The man in black let out a displeased snort.

"How come even you can't complete the task well now?"

"I'm sorry! My lord, but it may not be so bad this time."

"Oh?"

The man in black got interested when the able-bodied subordinates said so.

"What's going on? Let's hear it."

"Yes!"

Warren began to recount the mission.

"I took the mission from you, sir, to send the fake ring you repaired to the tenth team. But when I arrived at the tenth team's station, I found that they had been completely wiped out."

"What?" The man in black raised his low tone.

"it is true."

Warren began to continue to tell: "I followed the trail and found the murderer who wiped out the tenth team."

Warren pulled Obadiah on the floor to his side, so that his face appeared on the screen of the mobile phone.

"Look, my lord, it's this guy!"

When the black-robed man was about to say something, Warren said first: "My lord! I ask to keep this guy."

The man in black realized something.

"continue."

"Yes! He revealed his identity to me. He is the chief executive of Stark Industries, Obadiah Stein."

"My lord, haven't we always lacked a strong enough identity in society? I want to absorb him."

"But······"

"My lord, we can use the false ring to make a blood contract!"

As if guessing that the man in black was worried about loyalty, Warren immediately proposed a solution.

Warren's suggestion made the man in black very tempted.

He was right. Although their organization has extraordinary strength, they have always pursued a hidden strategy and secretly accumulated strength.Only in recent years, in order to plan the upcoming great cause, have they begun to cultivate peripheral organizations as the secular power of the Ten Commandments Gang.

But because the time is still short, none of these outsiders are people with top-level status.This has caused the Ten Rings Gang to be constrained by social forces or rules when doing certain things.

Now the Obadiah Stein that Warren found fits their definition very well.

"Mr. Obadiah Stein, hello."

The man in black on the screen greeted Obadiah with a low voice.

"Well, hello!"

Although the atmosphere was a bit off, Obadiah still greeted the man in black on the phone screen.

"Thanks to elites like Mr. Obadiah for choosing us, I believe that the future of the Ten Rings Gang will not let you down!"

"Yeah, so do I," Obadiah said.

"Okay, now we have met and greeted. I still have a lot of chores, so Mr. Obadiah, I am sorry that I have to leave. The specific affairs will be handled by my subordinate Warren Let's talk to you in detail, you have to be careful! He is very good at negotiating."

"Ok, no problem."

After Obadiah replied, the man in black looked at Warren.

"Okay, Warren, you can arrange it yourself! When you come back, I will give you a great credit!"

"Thank you sir!"

Amid Warren's respect, the man in black on the other side of the screen hung up the phone.

Warren put away his phone and looked at Obadiah beside him, with a malicious expression on his face.

"Anyway, you probably heard about the matter, how about it? What do you have to plan?"

Obadiah spread his arms and said, "Do I have an option?"

"Yes, I have!"

Warren gave a cruel smile and reached out to grab the machete stuck in the ground.

"Option two, die!"

"Which one do you choose?"

Obadiah showed an ugly wry smile, his tense body relaxed, indicating his choice.

Warren held out his hand to Obadiah, "Well, happy working together! Mr. Obadiah Stein, we are partners from now on!"

"I don't know who you are, but I can see that you must have extraordinary strength!"

"Of course."

"That's good! Then happy cooperation!"

Obadiah reached out and shook Warren's hand.

"Although it would be a little strange for me to say this. But, are you really not worried that I will report you to the government and the military after I go out?"

"Worried? No! I'm not worried at all!"

Warren had a weird smile on his face.

"As you said, Mr. Obadiah, because we are not familiar, your loyalty cannot be guaranteed. Therefore, I will arrange a small measure on you."

"That······"

"Same as before!"

Obadiah was about to say something when he was roughly interrupted by Warren.

"You have no choice! Mr. Obadiah Stein!"

Obadiah had no choice but to accept Warren's fierce eyes.

"Okay, I accept! Although I don't know what you plan to do."

"You don't have to worry about that."

Warren drew a sharp dagger from his waist, grabbed Obadiah's hand with one, spread his palm, and carved on the palm with the dagger.

The pain of the cut palm made Obadiah subconsciously want to withdraw his hand, but Warren's thick and thick arms and fingers were like iron steel bars, motionless, which made the struggling Obadiah even more painful.

"Hey! I said! Do we have to adopt this method? Can't we draw with a pen or something? Or just cast a spell!"