Melting Pot Concept in Marvel

Seeing them off, Aaron shook himself out, then, after a moment, couldn't help but praise, "Felicia, you've made huge progress—well done!"

Felicia crawled out from under the table, wiping her mouth as she swallowed hard.

"Boss, mainly it's because you gave me such amazing abilities. I feel like my tongue is even more flexible than my hands!"

Saying this, she licked the corner of her mouth.

The Whip-Tongue was no joke—equally effective for both men and women, incredibly dexterous, definitely one of the best support abilities!

Aaron nodded slightly, then frowned. "Where's Norman? I haven't seen him all morning. Could he be busy working on the healing formula?"

With his experience in developing the Goblin Serum, Norman was naturally in charge of reverse-engineering the healing formula. Word was, he'd even spent last night at his hidden lab at his mansion, obsessively running tests—apparently more anxious about it than Aaron, the boss, was.

Felicia quickly took out her phone and asked Norman's secretary.

"Not good, Boss—the other shareholders are teaming up to give us trouble. Mr. Norman's been arguing with them all morning…"

Aaron's brow creased. "Those fat rats… wouldn't it be easier for them just to take the money and leave?"

But…there wasn't much money left!

Felicia kept that thought to herself.

With the company's stock tumbling, on top of Norman's previous failed investments, if it wasn't for the military contract for the human-enhancement serum (which provided a decent chunk of research funding), it would be difficult for the corporation to even function normally.

"Boss, it looks like word got out that Norman abandoned the near-finished enhancement serum to focus on this so-called 'super healing formula,' and the military contacts are pretty upset about it. Those shareholders might be seizing the opportunity to force him out. While the company still has some value—before it completely collapses—they can package and sell it off at a profit…"

"According to reliable sources, certain politicians, the military, and other well-funded companies—like Hammer Tech, Pioneer Tech, Pym Tech, and Horizon Air—are all watching to see how this plays out. Pioneer Tech especially parallels us: they're deeply invested in biochemistry and have ties to military research. They might be poised to strike."

"Oh? They already see me as a giant cake, can't wait to pounce and divvy up the pieces?" Aaron's brow rose. "So these fat rats are just their puppets from behind the scenes?"

"Take me there. Let's see who dares mess around right under my nose."

"They've been spoiled!"

Aaron didn't like resorting to violence, but that didn't mean he wouldn't do it—he was just usually too lazy to bother. If someone was foolish enough to provoke him, he'd make them understand why the flowers were so red—because they'd been watered with blood!

…

"Norman, I'll say it again: Oscorp has reached an extremely dangerous point."

"When you first spoke to us, you said the human-enhancement serum was on the brink of a final breakthrough, that soon the military would place huge orders, and we'd surpass Stark Industries in no time."

"But from what we can see now, that was a complete lie—a scam! You've abandoned the nearly-finished enhancement serum to run off and research some so-called 'super healing formula.' Good god, what are you thinking?"

"We're done humoring you with these childish games, so we've decided to sell off the company!"

"You can't do that!"

"Oh, but we can. The board took a vote—unanimously to remove you…actually, not you. We voted to remove that stupid 'yellow-skinned monkey' you installed!"

"It just struck us, Norman. You have no right to be here on equal footing with us. You're no longer the chairman, not even the biggest shareholder—just a sad, gullible, low-level employee!"

"We have no obligation to tell you anything else; you don't deserve to know!"

"Now go fetch that man! We'll inform him ourselves… immediately! Now!"

"Is that right? Who wants to 'inform' me?"

With a bang, Aaron kicked open the conference-room door and swaggered in. Without so much as acknowledging the "elites" at the table, he headed straight to the seat of honor—the chairman's seat.

At that moment—

"Who gave you permission to sit in my chair?"

Aaron turned to the clueless executive and smiled coldly. "You're not the—"

"Scram."

Aaron's smile vanished, replaced by a chilling expression. The man sitting there suddenly felt the temperature around him spike, making it hard to breathe. Sweat poured down his forehead, and he felt inexplicable dread.

Damn, is this an action movie or something?!

He looked around. The others only saw him acting strangely and gave him curious looks—why was he cowering? Could that young Asian fellow really have such an intimidating aura?

Feeling utterly humiliated, this top-ranking shareholder—second only to Aaron—hurriedly stood and backed away. Aaron eyed the sweat-soaked chair with revulsion.

"'Successful members of society'? Heh."

Everyone in the room felt insulted at those words. Aaron sneered and kicked the chair aside. Felicia, ever attentive, hurried over with another chair.

"You bastard! What do you mean by that? Are you insulting us?!"

Aaron simply grinned, then motioned for Norman to stand. Some of the others sneered, thinking So he is afraid of us after all?

But the next moment,

Aaron swept his gaze around. "Don't misunderstand. What I meant is: you're all trash."

Ignoring their faces turning livid, he continued in a chilling tone, "Now I'm announcing: you're out—every one of you."

"I'll buy out all your shares at market price."

"Now, who's in favor? Who's against?"

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