Chapter 439: How can I make Heaven a better place when I'm with you bunch of Insectoids! x4

Felster had no interest in the workings of Heaven, nor did he care about the future of Hell. All he wanted was to guard his business empire in the Mortal World and live as a capitalist exploiting and oppressing the hardworking masses equally.

Everyone has cigarettes to smoke, everyone buys lottery tickets every month—where in this operation is he any less devilish? Who can accuse him of neglecting his true calling?

He's even preparing to enter the alcoholic beverages and soft drinks market lately!

He recently acquired a patent for a carbonated beverage and felt it had great potential; he was already planning to invest in building a factory.

"Damn war, delaying my site selection..."

Felster muttered a complaint, flipping off the direction where Prussia lay, wishing that Little Mustache would hurry up and go to Hell.