Chapter 67: The Birth of the Green Devil

"Dad?"

In the hospital, Harry pushed open the door to the ward and greeted Norman Osborn as he entered.

He thought his father was still resting, so seeing him standing by the window startled him.

Turning at Harry's voice, Norman's crimson eyes gradually faded.

"Did you hear a voice, Harry?"

Norman asked Harry a strange question.

"A voice?"

Harry blinked, puzzled, and shook his head. "Dad, what voice are you talking about?"

Norman Osborn furrowed his brow. "It sounded like the buzzing of an electric razor."

"No, it's not an electric razor. It's more like the sound of a heartbeat. It seems like there's an extra beating heart inside me, and it's filthy, as if it's constantly talking to me."

He covered his forehead, feeling a bit nauseous.

Since the laboratory explosion accident, his body had started to feel off.

He could hear faint sounds he couldn't hear before, and his other senses became incredibly sharp.

He felt intensely hot all over, as if powerful energy had been injected into his body.

But at the same time, his mind was gradually slipping into an abnormal state.

It seemed like there was a second heart inside him, giving birth to a second human.

This newly born entity had been whispering to him.

"Dad, are you okay?"

Harry noticed something wrong with his father and walked over to ask him.

Ignoring Harry, Norman Osborn pressed his forehead, his expression becoming somewhat grim.

The "human enhancement serum" splattered on his body during the explosion seemed to have caused his body to mutate.

He quickly thought of the reason for his body's changes.

"I'm fine, Harry."

Norman gasped for breath, suppressing the pain in his body, and said to Harry, "If you don't have anything else to ask me, you can go back."

Facing his father's dismissal, Harry hesitated for a moment.

"Today, I overheard some discussions from the board members."

He revealed the reason for his visit, "I'm not sure what happened, but it seems like they're saying there are some problems with the company's operations."

"What do you want to say, Harry!"

Norman's expression became even more grim, pressing his eyes with his hand, his body trembling slightly.

But due to the cover of night, Harry didn't notice anything unusual.

"Dad, is our genetic engineering really in trouble? They said the company hasn't produced any results in two and a half years, and even the formulas are chaotic, and the company's funding is about to be cut off."

Harry wasn't particularly interested in business matters, but he still wanted to know something from his father.

Even if he couldn't help, perhaps he could share some of the pressure for his father.

"Shut up!"

Harry's words were abruptly cut off by Norman's rough interruption.

Removing the hand covering his face, Norman revealed eyes filled with crimson, speaking fiercely to Harry, "This is not something you should know!"

Harry, subdued by Norman's expression, took a step back, shocked by his father's outburst.

"You're easily influenced and lack discretion, never satisfying me! Look at you now, not a trace of the Osborn family's demeanor!"

Harry looked at Norman, who was furious, and stuttered, "I-I don't quite understand!"

"You should understand!"

With a bang, Norman Osborn's hand slammed heavily on the table.

The sturdy wooden table, suddenly struck by this force, instantly shattered into pieces.

Staring at the broken table, Harry stood still in shock.

Norman, after doing all this, also froze.

He raised his right hand in bewilderment.

Could his strength be so great?

Bang!

Meanwhile, in a New York police interrogation room.

George slammed the table heavily and looked at Matt Murdoch sitting across from him.

At this moment, Matt's head, shoulders, and back were all wrapped in bandages, resembling a mummy.

"I'm a lawyer, and despite my miserable condition right now, my brain is still intact."

Matt, wearing new sunglasses, looked at George Stacy.

"Some ridiculous charges won't fly with me."

After receiving the files handed to him by Peter, George immediately arrested Matt.

Although these pieces of evidence could put this Night Devil in prison for several years.

But George felt it wasn't enough; he wanted to hold the person behind this accountable too.

After all, the other party's men had dared to threaten him in the hospital.

Matt didn't notice George's expression and continued, "Mr. Wilson Fisk is an exemplary businessman, and I believe any further accusations without concrete evidence would be seen as instigating war by him."

"Instigating war?"

George shook his head, saying, "Believe me, once I have the evidence, I'll settle the score with him."

"I'm looking forward to it, but I'm afraid I won't be able to see it from behind bars."

Matt pushed up the new glasses that made him uncomfortable and said, "Sheriff George, the person who gave you my criminal records..."

Before he could finish his sentence, George interrupted, "Do you think I'll tell you?"

In fact, George didn't know who the person behind him was at the moment. Peter hadn't described the specific appearance of the other party, which was also confusing for him.

He didn't doubt that Peter was the mysterious person.

"No, no, you misunderstood."

Matt explained to him, "I'm not interested in the identity of that person. I just want to tell you that if he wants to, he can take down all the gangs in New York."

"What?"

"I mean, he has everything you want, but he only gave you evidence about me."

Matt knew that it was Spider-Man who handed over those things to George Stacy in part.

"This shows that he still wants to continue his game, to continue playing with those he's interested in."

George's gaze became serious as he looked at Matt, "You seem to be describing a monster."

"Yes, he is a monster."

Matt said with a profound tone, "There's a monster in his heart, even more difficult to deal with than demons in hell."

"Let's continue our conversation, Sheriff George. Since he didn't intend to give you Mr. Fisk's information, it means he regards Mr. Fisk as his own property. So..."

He paused for a moment and continued, "I think you don't need to worry about Mr. Fisk for now."

"Who exactly are you talking about?"

George leaned forward, his gaze serious as he asked Matt.

He could feel that, compared to Wilson Fisk, this informant seemed to be more afraid of that mysterious person.

"I don't know."

Matt spoke truthfully, "But I guess you'll meet him in the future. I'm sure you will."