Get rid of the youngsters.

You still can't believe this situation. Yes, you have ridiculous powers but a 21-year old punk being the greatest hindrance in your career to date, because she simply gets drunk and fucks around, in every sense of the word, is just dumb.

"Oh for fucks sake." you shout, "Everyone not important get out." the aggressive thoughts you feel after that pull you back into reality. You quickly take control of the leader and make her repeat your order. “He is right.” She says, surprised silence follows and everyone slowly leaves the hall. You leave her mind and walk over the couch.

“My name is Jen, by the way.” The hindrance says, “What’s your name?” you sigh and look at Jen. Her figure is definitely sexier than Fei’s, a lot more curves with a much more pronounced ass and tits that could wrap around your cock.

But that is not what you are here for. “My name is The Protector.” You say and try to get this terrible headache away by massaging your temples. “I came here to take over your organization.”

Jen tilts her head. “Organization? We are just a bunch of people who like to chill out.” You sigh and search her mind. It seems like you found the leader of the hearts, but not of the brains. “Okay, then would you mind telling me where you get your ‘fun stuff’ from?”

The usual procedure, make her submissive and the answer would come immediately. “I don’t know.”

You freeze.

“What?” you ask. Jen scratches the back of her head nervously, “I just make it so that it sells, and John gets the stuff.” John? That was the blonde that ran here to get the message to the boss. So this hot piece of ass was just a model advertising the product. Did your opponent have some kind of plan?

“Hey, get away from Jen!”

Evidently not.

A 2 metres tall man with the body and the face of an ogre walked in. You really weren’t in the mood for anymore bullshit so you just rampaged through his memories. So this brute was named Berd, and he got the ****, which he then in turn gave to John who then gave it to Jen.

“Why?” you asked yourself loudly. Berd seemed to take that the wrong way and charged towards you. And then stood still, you took away his leg control. “Hey, would you kindly kneel over there?” you asked sweetly and pointed towards a mattress four metres away from the couch. You guessed that some **** up idiot laid there recently.

“What do I do with you morons?”