Chapter 664: Has he always been this brave? (Second update, please subscribe!)

Osborn Building.

Cross-Species Genetics Project Laboratory.

The atmosphere in the lab was heavy and oppressive. The Osborn father and son sat with grim faces, their gazes cold as they stared at the few "bastards" standing in a row opposite them.

What these guys had done was truly vile.

Norman Osborn, the CEO, had returned after recovering from his illness and appointed Felicia Hardy as the head of this project, yet people from other departments had actually refused to give Felicia Hardy any face.

Was this a slap in the face to Felicia Hardy?

No!

This was a slap in the face to him, the CEO!

At the same time, it was also a slap in the face to Su Quan!

Because Felicia Hardy was only the nominal head; the true person in charge was Su Quan, and Felicia Hardy was merely his spokesperson.

To slap Felicia Hardy’s face was to slap Su Quan’s face!

More importantly, Su Quan had instructed him beforehand to greet the shareholders and executives, and to grant Felicia Hardy higher authority, all with the goal of preventing such incidents.

And yet, it had happened anyway!

If not for waiting for Su Quan to make the final decision, he would have had the urge to kill these guys himself!

"Click, click, click—click, click, click—" The sound of high heels echoed from the corridor outside the lab, sounding particularly clear and loud in the silent environment.

As the sound drew near, Ade, wearing a mask, took the lead to open the lab door, then bowed to signal to Su Quan and Felicia Hardy as they walked in.

Ade’s actions left the people standing in line stunned. You are Norman Osborn’s assistant, yet you took the initiative to open the door for others, and your posture is so low—is this appropriate?

They subconsciously looked at Norman Osborn, wanting to know what his reaction would be, but the result nearly made their jaws drop!

Norman Osborn actually approached with a fawning expression, bowing and scraping as he called out, "Master."

Master???

Norman Osborn’s master???

No, it should be said: how could a tycoon like Norman Osborn, with a net worth of hundreds of billions and an extremely high status in society, have a master?

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

These guys had been stunned by this explosive news, but the smart ones among them quickly realized that they were likely in trouble.

Felicia Hardy probably didn’t rise to power by relying on her status as Norman Osborn’s assistant; she wasn’t Norman Osborn’s person, but the person of Norman Osborn’s mysterious master!

Norman Osborn has a master? If this news were to get out, it would likely be even more shocking than the news of Professor Curt Connors developing the limb-regeneration serum.

Would Norman Osborn let news that damaged his reputation get out?

Certainly not!

Then they—

"Are these the ones?" Su Quan glanced at these people and asked Felicia Hardy, who stood behind him with a grim face: "Whether to kill or dismember them, you decide."

Kill meant truly kill, dismember meant truly dismember.

The lives of these few people were already entirely in Felicia Hardy’s hands.

"Who the hell are you!"

A burly security guard stood out with a look of disdain and shouted, "Even if we violated company rules, at worst you can just fire us. You want to kill or dismember us? Who do you think you are?"

"This is America, a place that follows the law. You want to kill or dismember? Come on, come on, kill one and let me see—"

"Boom!"

A blasting sound rang out, and the security guard’s body, as if it were a balloon being blown up, exploded instantly.

Blood splattered, steaming hot.

Everyone was stunned, completely unable to imagine that a living person could explode in such a bizarre way.

"Has he always been this brave?" Su Quan asked with a calm expression.

"..."

Answering him was a dead silence, and pairs of eyes that dared not meet his.

Although Su Quan had made no physical move to kill, everyone knew that it was he who had used some unknown, bizarre method to kill that security guard!

"This is America? This place follows the law? Then—does anyone else want to talk to me about the law?"

Su Quan’s gaze swept over the remaining few people one by one. Seeing them trembling in fear and remaining silent, he turned his head 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 non-disclosure agreements, and holding them responsible."

"But now that he is dead, even without substantive evidence, it will bring more trouble to you, sir, and to the Osborn enterprise..."

As soon as her voice fell, someone among them hurriedly shouted, "Wait, you can't do this! I swear, I will absolutely not talk!"

"Me too."

"I can swear too."

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

A chorus of guarantees and pleas for mercy rose up.

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

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

"His limbs could grow back, so we can completely claim the serum has side effects, potentially leading to drastic personality changes, cruel violence, and so on, and then pin the deaths of these people on 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 the serum indeed has side effects, this black pot is one he will have to carry whether he wants to or not!"

Su Quan smiled slightly and nodded. Although some details needed refinement, the method she proposed was indeed feasible. If everything went smoothly, this black pot could indeed be firmly placed on Professor Curt Connors.

"There is no need to prove the serum has side effects, and there is no need to even kill them ourselves, because this experiment itself was not a success; Professor Curt Connors was too impatient..."