At the entrance of Osborn Industries, Aaron ran into one of the former board members. Aaron only remembered his face, not his name.
"Chairman."
The man walked up smilingly and asked nervously, "Um... can I continue to stay at Osborn Industries?"
Aaron raised an eyebrow, and the person quickly said, "The Corporation is currently at a critical juncture between life and death. As a member of the Corporation, and one of its former leaders, my love for this place runs deep."
"After going back, I thought about it and slapped myself. How could I be so despicable as to be misled by others into doing something so outrageous that destroyed unity and destabilized the company?"
"Therefore, I have decided to live and die with the company."
"No matter how much outsiders slander or belittle us, I am willing to follow your leadership and continue forward with the company."
"Of course, the board of directors is unnecessary. I am willing to become a screw or a brick within the company, going wherever I am needed."
"The company can only have one voice, and that is yours, Chairman."
The formsr shareholder's face broke into a stack of smiles, and he spoke eagerly.
Aaron shook his head. "Do you know that you resemble the Joker?"
The person patted his chest. "You are absolutely right. In fact, I heard there is a major Joker movie being filmed soon. Since you mentioned it, I'll go submit my resume now and challenge a new career path."
Good heavens, I didn't realize this rat had some determination. To achieve his goal, he is flexible, enduring humiliation, and willing to suffer.
Aaron kept smiling and patted his shoulder. "But you have already signed the contract. My side is processing the accounts and the money will be transferred to you soon, so you don't need to worry about the Corporation's affairs."
"Stock ownership is certainly impossible for you, but if you are willing, there is a place for you in the company."
After speaking, Aaron led the way out.
He naturally did not believe that the other party had suddenly repented or truly felt any affection for Osborn Industries.
A quick thought suggested only two possibilities.
Either Curt's limb regeneration situation was captured by the media, or the news that Norman contacted those wealthy individuals suffering from aging and cancer yesterday had leaked.
These people realized that Osborn was not a sinking ship, but rather a rocket heading straight for the sky. So they came running back eagerly.
What a joke!
That is all his money.
If they dare reach out, their hands will be chopped off. If they dare stick their head out, their head will be chopped off—no negotiation.
But that rat just now...
Aaron's smile was cold.
After he left, the rat made a phone call, only saying, "Start the operation."
Clearly, someone was still plotting.
It seemed he was still too soft-hearted.
Aaron got into the car expressionlessly. Felicia realized her Boss was in a bad mood and proactively leaned in to comfort him.
Just as the car started, an explosion suddenly sounded from behind, followed by a burst of commotion.
"The phone exploded!"
"Director Kennedy's head is split open!"
"Quickly call 911! Maybe he can still be saved!"
"B-Boss? That person seems to have... died just now." Felicia stammered, speaking indistinctly.
"Focus. Don't worry about anything else. He was just a little mouse."
Aaron naturally knew the situation clearly, as he was the one who had detonated the phone.
Was it hard to make a phone explode?
It only took a thought.
He just slightly increased the battery temperature, and the battery exploded with a boom.
Aaron even thoughtfully added some fire to the rat's brain. If he still didn't die, Aaron would have to wonder if he was a Super Healing Mutant.
However, when they were halfway there, Aaron's brow twitched. "Watch out!"
He grabbed the busy Felicia with one hand, and his entire body burst through the car roof with a crash, his right hand shooting out a web line to hang onto a street lamp.
The next second.
A figure descended from the sky and split the customized bulletproof rolls-royce in half with a single strike.
"Hey buddy, you can shoot webs like a spider? That's so cool."
"Maybe you're a silkworm? Should I call you Spider-Man? Or Silkworm Man?"
Aaron gazed down. It was a chatty man wearing flashy red spandex and a sturdy hood, constantly rubbing his twisting waist, apparently having sprained it from an overly dramatic pose.
"Deadpool?"
"Wow, I didn't expect the legendary Mr. Devil to know my codename. I'm truly honored."
"Oh my God, are you a fan of mine? Has my fame already spread among the upper echelons of the US?"
"Maybe I should carry two pens with me, one spare, specifically for signing autographs."
"So do you need an autograph? I can sign it on your face, your palm, and if you have special tastes, signing your butt is actually not out of the question."
While talking, Deadpool suddenly straightened his waist and quickly charged toward Aaron, limping.
His specially made twin katanas easily cut through the street lamp as if slicing tofu.
"Although you are my fan, could you please stand still and let me take a swing at you? Don't worry, my blade is very fast, it definitely won't get stuck."
"Just one hand, only one hand."
"My employer wants to teach you a lesson. I'll keep your head intact so you can continue making money for me, and also give you time to think things through. So don't worry, you won't die."
"This is the first time I've met such a generous employer—a million dollars for one hand. So, sorry about this."
Every time Deadpool swung his katana, his mouth chattered incessantly like a string of firecrackers.
God knows how his speaking speed could keep up with the hand speed that flashed the blades.
Aaron easily dodged and maneuvered while holding Felicia with one arm.
Even if Deadpool's blades were fast enough to accurately slice bullets, relying on his superhuman agility and Spider-Sense, Aaron could always avoid them effortlessly, without any pressure.
"What? My hand is only worth a million? This is the greatest insult to me." Aaron was furious.
They looked down on him too much—they only offered a million to buy his hand? Which idiot with a hole in his head was it anyway?
Oh, it was Kennedy? Then never mind.
And also—
"Pay for my car."
Aaron's tone was cold, and his only free hand, the right one, shot out suddenly like a viper that had been coiled for a long time.
Amidst the curtain of blades, in an extremely bizarre posture, he used his index and middle fingers, and his ring and pinky fingers, simultaneously clamping down on the twin blades that had just crossed past him.
"What the actual f*ck?!!!"
This is insane!
This is truly insane!
How fast were Deadpool's blades? Slicing bullets and deflecting them were commonplace.
He could complete a swing in milliseconds, relying on terrifying intuition and dynamic vision to toy with enemies.
Deadpool's mastery of fighting techniques could easily beat Wolverine's brute force.
In the past, Deadpool often showed off his impenetrable, watertight swordsmanship to other armed mercenaries.
In all these years, this was the first time he had been shown up like this by someone else.
"My blades... you can keep up with my speed." Deadpool looked at Aaron in astonishment.
"I admit that your blades are fast, but what if I activate Dextrous Hands?"
Aaron was quite confident.
Combined with his reaction speed, which was already countless times greater than an ordinary person's, and his flexible hands that even the primal furnace praised...
No one could last long before his ten fingers.
Similarly, he could clamp down on fast blades in an extremely bizarre posture.
Such flexible hands allowed him to perform all sorts of inhuman movements. Coupled with his immense Super Strength, he far surpassed Deadpool.
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