The next day was a Saturday. After lunch, Meng Ran picked up Gwen and Peter, and the three of them went to Harry's house.
Yesterday, Meng Ran and the others had told Harry they would come today, and Harry was very happy. After all, it was the first time his friends would visit his home.
Meng Ran drove to the gate of a manor. Normally, Harry would stay at the house near the school during the week and return here on weekends.
Meng Ran, Gwen, and Peter were also filled with emotion as they looked at the large villa in front of them.
"They're really rich!" Peter exclaimed, looking at the large villa.
Gwen and Meng Ran also nodded. Although Meng Ran's family was also very wealthy, they had never lived in a large house because there were only three people in the family. It would be too empty if it were too big. It was just fine like this now.
Meng Ran reached out and pressed the doorbell. Soon, Harry's voice came from the door: "You're finally here! I've already prepared the games and was just waiting for you."
After Harry finished speaking, the large iron gate opened, and a butler in a suit appeared in front of them, leading them inside.
After walking for a while, they finally reached the door. Harry was standing there excitedly, waiting for them.
"Come in, come in! I've prepared a lot of food and drinks, and some good wine too. My dad said we're old enough to have a little," Harry said with a smile, winking at them when he mentioned the wine.
Meng Ran was very touched to see Harry so happy. Harry had never been this genuinely joyful before. He always had a subtle worry etched on his brow, something Meng Ran and Peter hadn't quite understood.
But now, it was clear. Harry had been deeply troubled by his father's illness. Now that Norman was better and everything was back on track, Harry was free from the pressure he'd been carrying.
Thinking about Norman's unusual behavior, Meng Ran couldn't help but feel a little worried. He exchanged glances with Peter and Gwen, seeing the same concern reflected in their eyes.
If something was truly wrong with Norman, what would they do? With a bit of unease, Meng Ran and the others followed Harry inside. Harry, meanwhile, was happily introducing them to his home and sharing his life.
While Meng Ran and his friends were visiting Harry, the Osborn Group's shareholders meeting was about to begin.
Macken and several others had just gotten out of their cars and were chatting near the group's entrance.
Macken chuckled to the others, "Norman said he wasn't feeling well and missed today's shareholders' meeting."
"Hahahaha, it seems like he knew he couldn't turn things around today. It's better he didn't come, save him the embarrassment."
The people around Macken also laughed heartily. A man in his sixties had wrinkles on his face that were almost creased into a chrysanthemum, while another pot-bellied middle-aged man patted his belly and laughed along.
It wasn't surprising they were so happy. After today's shareholders' meeting, the Osborn Group would be completely separate from Norman, except for the name "Osborn." They would completely control this behemoth and become the new helmsmen.
If Norman was still as sick as before, on the verge of death, they wouldn't have had to be so ruthless.
But who knew that this damned Norman had actually developed a medicine that cured him, leaving them no choice but to act now.
They had all seen what Norman was like before he got sick – ambitious and full of energy, running the Osborn Group like a tight ship. They were completely unable to issue any orders to the Osborn Group.
This situation only began to improve after Norman Osborn fell ill. As Norman's health deteriorated, his control over the group weakened, providing an opportunity for them.
The taste of power is intoxicating. Having tasted it, they'd never willingly relinquish it and return to a time when they had no say in anything.
Macken and the others chatted for a few moments before turning to enter the Osborn Group's main entrance.
"Hee hee hee hee hee hee!" A strange laughter suddenly echoed from afar.
Macken and the others were drawn to the sound, stopping in their tracks and looking in the direction it came from.
They saw a Green Figure riding a jet-powered device, like a skateboard, rapidly approaching from a distance. He wore a green mask with a grotesque face, looking bizarre and outlandish, all the while emitting bursts of laughter as he flew.
Macken and the others exchanged glances, unsure what was happening.
Just as they were trying to figure out the situation, a yellow sphere was thrown from the Green Figure's hand, rolling to a stop in front of them.
The Green Figure vanished in a flash, dropping the object before them and then laughing as he flew away.
Macken and the others were still trying to figure out what was happening when a yellow object that had rolled near them began to beep.
Then, a massive explosion erupted, obliterating the entrance to the Osborn Tower. Macken and the others who had been at the entrance were blown to smithereens.
After the explosion, cries of pain echoed through the area. Many people clutched their wounds, groaning in agony on the ground. There had been more than just Macken and his group at the entrance; there were also other staff members and passersby.
The bomb's impact was so powerful that it shattered the windows of the shops across the street from the tower. Naturally, those closest to the blast were not spared, while those on the periphery were considered lucky compared to them.
A short while after the explosion, ambulances and police cars arrived.
The ambulance crew quickly loaded the injured into their vehicles and rushed them to the hospital.
Many officers got out of the police cars, sealed off the area, and began their investigation.
A little later, another police car screeched to a halt. George Stacy got out of the car and surveyed the wreckage, listening to reports from his subordinates.
George frowned. Ever since those masked heroes, The Ghosts, appeared, the crime rate in New York had been steadily decreasing. After the gradual destruction of the Crocodiles, it had dropped to an all-time low.
George had originally thought that after working so hard, his job would finally become a little easier. But recently, New York had become unsettled again.
First, a Lizard-Man monster suddenly appeared, and now there were bomb terrorist attacks. George couldn't figure out what was going on. Was the decrease in the crime rate going to be exchanged for a major case every so often? It wasn't alchemy; how could there be an equivalent exchange?
George conducted a site investigation and returned to the police station. Looking at the surveillance footage sent by his subordinates, George frowned even more.
In front of the screen, there was a green masked figure riding a strange flying device. He was very fast, and his total appearance time didn't exceed 40 seconds.
The entire process was that this figure appeared from one side of the street, then rode that skateboard-like flying device in the sky, flew to the Osborn Group's gate, threw a bomb, and then left from the other side of the street with a strange laugh.
Then, three seconds after he left, the bomb exploded, blowing the Osborn Group's gate to its current state.
"Another strange person. After that Lizard-Man, there's this Bomber." George thought to himself, then touched his head and sighed before continuing to arrange the work. Today was another day of exhaustion.
At Harry's house, Meng Ran and the others were playing games. They had been there for about half an hour and hadn't seen Norman Osborn.
Meng Ran asked casually, "Huh? Is Uncle Norman not home? Did he go to the company?"
Gwen and Peter continued playing their game without showing any reaction, but they were also listening closely.
Harry stared at the big screen in front of him, operating the controls while answering, "Dad's at home. I saw him go to the study a moment ago."
"I told him you guys were coming earlier, and he said he wanted to say hello."
Harry was still talking when footsteps were heard from the side.
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