As she spoke, she subtly extended her ubiquitous mental power, like a vast net, silently probing into the depths of Lynt's consciousness.
The moment Emma finished speaking, an invisible psychic probe silently pierced into Lynt's mind.
She wanted to see what kind of background this mysterious Oriental man, who had risen to prominence in just a few months and stirred up the entire New York financial circle, truly possessed.
She wanted to peel back the layers of this man's secrets, like an onion.
However, the moment the probe touched its target, the smile on Emma's lips froze.
Her mental power plunged in, instantly torn apart by countless violent, icy, and arrogant energies!
She saw a Beast roaring in anger, heard the screech of twisting metal.
She felt a venomous, bone-chilling possessiveness, and even glimpsed the glory and battle-intent from the divine realm of Asgard… All these chaotic yet individually powerful imprints were tightly intertwined around one core.
It was this seemingly harmless man right in front of her!
The power of these women, through some link she couldn't comprehend.
All of it was poured into him, forming a psychic barrier that even she, a master telepath, couldn't shake!
How the hell is this possible?
How could an ordinary person control the mental imprints of so many powerful individuals?
For the first time, a tidal wave of shock erupted in Emma's heart.
Her proud telepathy, which was enough to manipulate World leaders, couldn't even get through the door in front of this man!
"Ms. Frost?"
Lynt's voice roused her from her astonishment.
He slowly picked up his teacup, blew on the hot liquid, and looked at her with a chuckle.
"What's wrong? Is the air conditioning in my office too low? You don't look so good."
Emma quickly suppressed the shock in her heart and put on her Ice Queen mask again.
"Nothing, I just didn't expect that Mr. Lin's company truly has hidden talents."
Her gaze shifted to Magneto, who was standing nearby.
"Even the famous Erik Lehnsherr is working for you.
If this news gets out, I'm afraid the entire Mutant World will be in an uproar."
"Ms. Frost, what are you saying?"
Lynt waved his hand,
"Working for me or not, that sounds too unpleasant.
We operate on a partnership system, responding to the call of the times to start a business together."
"Mr. Erik is our Chief Strategic Advisor, and we are committed to creating a brighter future for our Mutant compatriots around the World through business and technology."
He made exploitation sound fresh and refined.
Magneto remained silent, implicitly agreeing.
He was also curious how Lynt would deal with this equally tricky woman.
"A brighter future?"
Emma smiled, her voice like ice cubes clinking in a glass, carrying three parts sarcasm and seven parts coldness.
"Mr. Lin, stop pretending.
The entire Wall Street is saying that Hammer Industries was swallowed whole by a shark from the East, not even spitting out the bones.
That eating style was not beautiful at all."
"Oh?"
Lynt raised an eyebrow,
"It seems Ms. Frost is quite concerned about me."
"Of course."
Emma propped one hand on the table, leaning slightly forward, the deep cleavage outlined by her White dress almost blinding.
The Queen's aura pressed down.
"After all, a rule-breaking newcomer suddenly appeared in New York, and as the local host, I naturally have to see how big a wave you intend to stir up in my pond."
These words were already a declaration of war.
New York is my territory; if you cause trouble here, you must first pay your respects.
"My goal is very simple."
Lynt leaned lazily back in his boss chair, his hands clasped over his abdomen, his posture extremely relaxed.
"Make money, become stronger, and then find a place to live a life of leisure with my wife and children."
The moment he finished speaking, the expression on Raven's face behind him became quite interesting.
She shot Lynt a sharp glare from the corner of her eye.
Who's having a cozy life with your wife and children! Dream on!
Of course, Emma didn't believe such nonsense.
"Mr. Lin is truly humorous."
"I am never humorous."
Lynt put away his smile, and his eyes suddenly became sharp.
"Ms. Frost, let's be frank.
You came today not just to probe my background, to put me in my place, to make me understand the rules, and to know who calls the shots in New York City."
He paused, then abruptly changed his tone.
"But I think you might have found the wrong person."
He stood up, walked to the enormous floor-to-ceiling window, hands in his pockets, and looked down at Manhattan, which resembled matchboxes below his feet.
"Look at this concrete jungle; every day people get rich, every day people go bankrupt.
Old kings are overthrown, new kings emerge.
Here, it's only about fists and money, not about who arrived first."
He turned around, his gaze directly on Emma.
"Frost International is indeed a giant.
Unfortunately, it's too old, so old it's almost losing its teeth.
Its sense for new technology is duller than the guard dog downstairs.
Am I right, Ms. Frost?"
Emma's pupils suddenly constricted.
This was core confidential information that her company's board of directors had fiercely debated just yesterday!
How could this man know it so clearly?
Lynt, of course, knew; the asset transparency function could even reveal the color of Emma's underwear.
Hmm… thong, lace, nice.
Not only did he know, but he could also say more cutting things.
"Your biggest profit points are still the old-fashioned military industry and energy.
But in the fields that will determine the future, like biotechnology, artificial intelligence, and space technology, your investment is simply a joke.
You personally are very strong, but your business empire is already an empty shell, strong on the outside but weak on the inside."
Every word of Lynt's peeled back the glamorous exterior of Frost International, revealing its decaying internal organs.
The cold arrogance on Emma's face could no longer be maintained.
Her gaze at Lynt was filled with apprehension, and a hint of… confusion that she couldn't hide.
Who exactly is this man?
The air in the office instantly dropped to freezing point.
Raven had moved behind Lynt at some point, her golden vertical pupils locked onto Emma, ready to pounce at any moment.
Lorna also stood up, the metal paperclips and pens around her beginning to float and tremble uneasily.
Even Magneto, who had been feigning deep thought, slowly raised his hand.
With just a look from Lynt, this arrogant White Queen would likely be carried out of this building horizontally today.
Emma felt the palpable killing intent, almost solidified.
But she was, after all, the White Queen, the leader of the Hellfire Club.
She elegantly stood up, smoothed out non-existent wrinkles on her skirt, and forced that arrogant smile back onto her face.
"Mr. Lin's insights are truly… to the point."