Lange was babbling madly to himself.
"I'm dying. I need a body now. Can you grant me that?"
"I... I will hire the best doctors and scientists in the world to cure you..."
"Heh heh... The best doctors in the world have already examined me. They've all sentenced me to death. This body of mine will collapse within a week at most...
No matter how much money you have, can you solve it?"
"This..." Mario Cuiyte didn't know what to do.
"Heh heh, but you don't have to worry about this. I can find a new body myself and be reborn."
"What kind of body do you want? I can help you find one. There are many powerful esper users on the island..."
"Nonono! I don't fancy those people's bodies. I already have a target now.
This person is a billionaire, rich, owns an island, and even possesses very powerful esper abilities. Is there a more perfect body than this? Heh heh..."
Lange burst into laughter. Mario Cuiyte was stunned. He wasn't an idiot, and he immediately understood that Lange was coveting his body.
"Alright, Mr. Mario Cuiyte, your life has reached its end. Next, your body will be mine!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the giant head, over five meters tall, slowly approached Mario Cuiyte and opened its monstrous mouth.
Mario Cuiyte was terrified. He wanted to escape, but this was the other party's mental world, and he could do nothing. In the end, the monstrous mouth directly swallowed Mario Cuiyte's soul and even chewed on it!
"Ugh, so delicious..."
At this moment, in the reception room, Prometheus was watching the two men shaking hands nervously.
Meanwhile, Arthur was slumped on the sofa, covered in sweat, his face pale!
Just now, Arthur had risked his life, unleashing his skills to their fullest to control the four bodyguards, creating an opportunity for Lange.
Now, dozens of seconds had passed, and Lange and Mario Cuiyte were still shaking hands, their bodies motionless.
Prometheus and Arthur were both very eager to know if Lange had successfully controlled Mario Cuiyte.
If he succeeded, then the Americans would implement a series of actions to completely control Hell Paradise Island.
And if he failed, then the Americans would have to prepare for battle or even flee.
Suddenly, Lange's mechanical body lost control, and he fell backward heavily onto the ground!
This sudden fall terrified the Americans in the room. Arthur jumped behind the sofa with all his might, using it as cover, though he knew it was useless.
As for Prometheus, two balls of flame had already appeared in his hands. If Mario Cuiyte made any move to attack, his attack would land on Cuiyte!
However, Mario Cuiyte just stood there, motionless, not even his eyeballs moving. Time seemed to have frozen at this moment.
After a few minutes of long waiting, Mario Cuiyte's eyes suddenly moved.
This startled Prometheus, and he raised his hand, ready to throw the fireball.
Just then, Mario Cuiyte suddenly shouted, "I succeeded! Stop!"
This shout almost made Prometheus detonate the fireball. It took him great effort to retract his esper ability, and he looked at the fallen Lange and "Mario Cuiyte" with suspicion.
"Lange, what are you doing? What's wrong with your body?"
Before Lange could answer, Arthur suddenly shouted, "I can't hold on much longer! These four people are about to break free..."
After saying this, Arthur immediately fell into a coma, his mental power completely depleted from overuse.
At this moment, the four bodyguards regained consciousness. They felt a heavy sensation in their heads and kept shaking them.
But soon, they assumed combat stances. These well-trained bodyguards sensed that something was wrong.
However, at this moment, the "Mario Cuiyte" spoke.
"You all wait for me outside. I have some matters to discuss with Mr. Prometheus privately!"
The "Mario Cuiyte" spoke in his usual tone, with no abnormalities. The bodyguards hesitated, exchanged glances, and nodded.
"Boss, we'll wait for you outside. Call us immediately if you need anything."
"Stop dawdling and go out first!" Mario Cuiyte, who was now Lange, said impatiently.
The four bodyguards left the room. Inside, only the unconscious Arthur and a stunned Prometheus remained.
"What are you doing, Lange? What's wrong with your body?"
"My condition has worsened. My body has collapsed!
But don't worry, the plan can still proceed. I have now completely taken control of Mario Cuiyte's body.
Not only that, but I have also obtained a large amount of his memories.
We can proceed according to the original plan!"
As Lange spoke, he tried to control the body. At first, his movements were stiff and jerky, but soon, they became fluid.
To Prometheus's surprise, in just a few minutes, Lange's movements, demeanor, and even the subtle expressions on his face became identical to those of the island master, Mario Cuiyte.
He didn't know that Lange had not only killed Mario Cuiyte's consciousness but had directly devoured it, inheriting most of his memories.
At this point, even Aurora, Mario Cuiyte's closest person, would find it difficult to detect any abnormality in him!
Prometheus also felt the situation was tricky. According to the original plan, they were to use Lange's abilities to control Mario Cuiyte and thus control the entire island, confining the esper users there.
Those who came to the island were all awakened individuals with extraordinary strength. If they couldn't leave the island, the strength of espers from various countries would be severely impacted.
The Americans, however, would remain unaffected, using their first-mover advantage to maintain their global hegemony!
As for those confined to the island, unless they chose to surrender to the United States and serve them, they could only remain imprisoned in this tiny place for the rest of their lives.
But now, the situation seemed to have exceeded their original expectations!