Chapter 1216

Osborn Tower.

Cross-Species Genetics Laboratory.

In the laboratory, the atmosphere was low and oppressive. The Osborn father and son had gloomy faces, their cold eyes staring at the few 'bastards' standing in a row opposite them.

What these guys did was too vicious.

Norman Osborn, the president, recovered from his illness and returned to work, appointing Felicia Hardy as the person in charge of this project, but people from other systems actually didn't give Felicia Hardy face.

Was this slapping Felicia Hardy's face?

No!

This was slapping his face as president!

At the same time, it also slapped Su Quan's face!

Because Felicia Hardy was only the person in charge on the surface; the real person in charge was Su Quan, and Felicia Hardy was just his spokesperson.

Slapping Felicia Hardy's face was slapping Su Quan's face!

More importantly, Su Quan had told him before to greet the shareholders and senior executives and give Felicia Hardy higher authority, the purpose being that he didn't want similar things to happen.

As a result, it still happened!

If it weren't for waiting for Su Quan to make the final decision, he would have had the heart to kill these guys!

"Clack, clack, clack—clack, clack, clack—" The sound of high heels rang out from the corridor outside the laboratory, particularly clear and loud in the quiet environment.

As the sound approached, Ade, wearing a mask, opened the laboratory door first, and then bowed to Su Quan and Felicia Hardy as they walked in.

Ade's action stunned the people standing in a row. You are Norman Osborn's assistant, yet you took the initiative to open the door for others, and your posture was so low; is this appropriate?

They subconsciously looked at Norman Osborn, wanting to know what his reaction would be, but they almost had their jaws drop!

Norman Osborn actually came up to meet them with a fawning face and even called out 'Master' in a servile manner.

Master???

Norman Osborn's master???

No, it should be said that Norman Osborn, a big shot with a net worth of hundreds of billions and a very high status in society, actually had a master?

It wasn't that they were ignorant; it was just that this world was too crazy!

These guys had already been stunned by this explosive news, but the smart ones among them soon reacted that they were probably in trouble.

Felicia Hardy probably didn't get her position by relying on her identity as Norman Osborn's assistant; she wasn't Norman Osborn's person, but the person of Norman Osborn's mysterious master!

Norman Osborn had a master? If this news were to spread, it would probably be even more shocking than the news of Professor Curt Connors developing the limb regeneration serum.

Would Norman Osborn let this news that affected his reputation spread?

Definitely not!

Then they—

"Is it them?" Su Quan glanced at these people and asked Felicia Hardy, who was standing behind him with a gloomy face: "Whether to kill or skin them, you decide."

Killing was really killing, and skinning was really skinning.

The life and death of these few people were now entirely in Felicia Hardy's hands.

"Who the hell are you!"

A burly security guard stood out with a face full of disdain and shouted loudly: "Even if we violated the company's rules, the most you can do is fire us. To kill or skin us? Who do you think you are?"

"This is the United States, this is a place that follows the law. To kill or skin us? Come, come, come, kill one and let me see—"

"Boom!"

A blasting sound rang out, and the security guard's body exploded instantly, just like a blown-up balloon.

Blood splattered, boiling hot.

Everyone was stunned, completely not expecting that a living person would explode in such a strange way.

"Has he always been this brave?" Su Quan asked calmly.

"..."

Answering him was a silence, and pairs of eyes that didn't dare to look at him.

Although Su Quan didn't make any move to kill in terms of behavior, everyone knew that it was he who used some strange method to kill this security guard!

"This is the United States? This is a place that follows the law? Then—is there anyone else who wants to talk to me about the law?"

Su Quan's gaze swept over the remaining few people one by one. Seeing them terrified and silent, he turned to look at Felicia Hardy.

Felicia Hardy said coldly: "Kill them all."

"If this security guard hadn't died, there could have been other ways to handle it, such as firing them, making them sign confidentiality agreements, and having them bear the relevant responsibilities."

"But now that he's dead, even without substantial evidence, it will bring more trouble to Mr. Su Quan and Osborn Corp..."

As soon as her voice fell, someone among those people hurriedly shouted: "Wait, you can't do this. I swear, I absolutely won't talk nonsense!"

"Me too."

"I can also swear."

"We won't talk nonsense, don't kill us!"

Sounds of promises and pleas for mercy rose one after another.

Felicia Hardy turned a deaf ear and continued on her own: "Only they have seen the laboratory's surveillance. Kill them, destroy the surveillance, and no one will know what exactly happened here."

"Professor Curt Connors left the company after the experiment succeeded and his whereabouts are unknown; it's very likely he wants to embezzle the experimental results."

"His severed limb could grow back, so we can completely say that the experiment has side effects, which might lead to drastic personality changes, cruelty, violence, etc., and then push the deaths of these people onto him."

"Even if he doesn't admit it, it doesn't matter, because he didn't follow the experimental rules himself. As long as we can prove that the serum does have side effects, he'll have to take the blame for this, whether he wants to or not!"

Su Quan smiled and nodded slightly. Although some details needed to be perfected, the method she mentioned was indeed feasible. If everything went smoothly, this blame could indeed be firmly pinned on Professor Curt Connors.

"There's no need to prove that the serum has side effects, and there's no need to even kill them yourself, because this experiment itself didn't succeed. Professor Curt Connors was too anxious..."