Osborne Group, Norman Osborne's office.

"No, I want the latest report, don't forget, it's you pointing out the similarities between the two, so I want the result, Dr. Connors!"

Norman faced the huge floor-to-ceiling window and turned his back to the office door. He was frowning at this time, discussing something with Dr. Connors on the other side of the phone, his tone was inexplicably impatient.

"Let's do it, don't need to say it on the phone, I'll go to the lab now."

After Norman hung up the phone, he turned his head and realized that his son Harry had entered the office at some point, and was standing behind him waiting for him.

"Harry? When did you come back?"

"Uh, I just arrived."

"Dad, I have something to tell you, you will definitely be interested."

Harry waved his hands exaggeratedly, hoping to strengthen his tone in this way so as to attract his father's attention.

"The new transfer student from the school, the desserts he made are super delicious. I will bring them back to you to try."

"You'll like it, Peter was crying, it's incredible."

Harry took out the wrapped dessert from his backpack and wanted to hand it to Norman to try it. This was a kind of attempt by Harry to get into his relationship with his father.

But obviously, Harry failed and Norman was not interested in anything dessert.

"I'm not available, son."

Norman walked towards the office door with a expressionless face, without a moment of pause.

"But, dad..."

Harry pinched the dessert in his hand, with a sad expression on his face.

"I'm very busy now, unless you want to tell me that your grades have finally improved."

Norman frowned and turned his head to look at Harry, his expression as serious as ever. At least Harry didn't remember his father smiling at him.

"Uh, this..."

Harry touched his neck awkwardly. His grades were still the same. How could he make progress if he was neither good nor bad?

"There's another thing, the chef told me recently, what's wrong with you losing your appetite?"

"I," Harry opened his mouth guiltily and hesitated, "I just don't want to eat shrimp. I said I wanted to change to a light taste."

"Yes, I'll inform the kitchen."

"As for the transfer student, I will talk about it later when I am not busy."

Norman said something and turned away, and the office door slammed into Harry's frustrated gaze.

...

Norman walked out of the group building, and the driver at the door was already waiting. He tidied up his chest and asked the secretary beside him.

"Have you been here before?"

"I've been here, I've been here twice, and I just sent a diagnosis report yesterday afternoon."

The secretary took out a paper document from his hand, which was a diagnosis from the psychologist.

"Harry, don't notice anything." Norman nodded and said.

"Master Harry didn't know that we had done psychological profiles for him, so he just thought it was an ordinary questionnaire." The secretary explained again.

"Well, how is Harry?"

Norman took out the cigar, the secretary helped to light the fire with a wink, and then spoke.

"Not optimistic. Since the last incident, Mr. Harry has shown serious PTSD, the scientific name is delayed heart reaction, the doctor said..."

"Tell me the treatment plan directly!"

Norman interrupted the secretary's follow-up words with a dark face. He didn't want to know what kind of illness Harry had, but he wanted to know how to get his son to heal.

"Well, periodic psychological counseling may be needed, and it is hard to say the specific time."

The secretary said hesitantly, for fear of annoying Norman, who was dark-faced.

"Black Hand Help..."

Norman naturally knew everything about Harry.

Harry is what he is now because he went to the Four Seasons Hotel to attend the damn wedding banquet.

He has long since lost remember who sent the wedding invitation to Norman. After all, every day, he can receive invitations from all walks of life in the mailbox of Osborne Group. How could he remember them all?

But it was just such an inconspicuous wedding banquet, but a major wedding robbery that shocked New York occurred.

Harry was humiliated in public by the black hand. The bastards actually forced him to eat a blue dragon prawn on the spot, and it was eaten with shells. Since then, Harry has fallen into a psychological shadow and feels disgusting when he sees the shrimp.

When did the Osborne family suffer such humiliation? No matter what, the revenge must be avenged!

"I asked you to find information from the Black Hand Gang. How is the investigation?"

Norman said to the secretary beside him with a calm face.

"this……"

The secretary showed a embarrassed look on his face and explained carefully.

"Since the last wedding robbery, the news of the Black Hand Help has been gone for a while, and the people we sent out have no reaction."

"Where is the New York Police Department?"

Norman said, frowned and spitting smoke rings in his mouth.

"The relevant information about the Mafia Gang is in the hands of Director George, and he attaches great importance to the Mafia Gang's case."

The secretary swallowed. Norman's aura was very strong, especially when he was angry, which even made him feel suffocated.

"Even if we bribed others, we wouldn't be able to get the documents of the Black Hand Gang."

"Hmph, a bunch of waste!"

Norman showed coldness in the corner of his eyes, and he cursed and stopped saying anything.

The secretary knew that his poor work had annoyed Norman, and Zhan Zhanhei followed Norman and left the Osborne Group Building.

In the car, the driver asked Norman about his destination in a respectful tone.

"Mr. Osborne, where are we going?"

"Um……"

Sitting in the back seat, Norman pondered for a moment and took out his cell phone.

"Dr. Connors, you can solve the problem yourself in the laboratory first. I have something to do for the time being. I will go after I have it done."

After a few simple words, Norman hung up the phone and said to the driver and secretary at the same time.

"Driving, going to the New York Police Department, and making an appointment with Director George, he said I would go to the interview with him in person."

...

When Norman arrived at the New York Police Department, Director George was already waiting at the door.

"Mr. Osborne, if you are coming for your son's affairs, then I'm sorry. The case about the Mafia Gang is still under investigation. If there is any news, I will notify you as soon as possible."

As soon as Norman got off the car, George had no intention of being polite and directly pointed out the topic.

Of course he knew what Norman came for.

At the wedding banquet, Walong, who was the black-handed, kidnapped the eldest son of Osborne Group and humiliated the young master in public. This incident even made some gossip news.

Now that Norman Osborne comes to the door, what else can it be except to avenge his son?

"In order to support the work of the New York Police Department, as long as you say a number, I can donate them all. I only need a little information that can be disclosed, and it will never be difficult for you."

Norman also said nothing nonsense. He gave him enough sincerity and offered a condition that George would never refuse.

"Damn rich guy!"

George muttered and cursed, then turned around and left without looking back. Soon a young man ran out and brought a folder to Norman's hand.

There are a few simple words in the document, probably saying that the Black Hand Gang had contacted the Magia Gang, and Walong also reached a certain deal with Hammerhead. Various evidences show that the Black Hand Gang was planning a huge conspiracy.

Norman looked around casually twice, then threw the documents into the secretary's hands.

"Contact me with the imitation master, the target is the Black Handed Walong. No matter how much he offers, I only have one requirement!"

The cigar was thrown to the ground, sparks splashed, and Norman stepped on it and turned away.
Chapter completed!