The next day was a Saturday.
Meng Ran picked up Gwen and Peter after lunch, and then the three of them went to Harry's house together.
Meng Ran and the others had told Harry yesterday that they would be coming today, and Harry was very happy, as it was the first time friends had come to his house.
Meng Ran drove to the entrance of a manor.
Harry usually stayed at his house near school during the week and returned here on weekends.
Meng Ran, Gwen, and Peter were all filled with emotion as they looked at the large villa in front of them.
"They're so rich!" Peter exclaimed, admiring the grand villa.
Gwen and Meng Ran also nodded.
Although Meng Ran's family was also very wealthy, they had never lived in a very large house because there were only three people in the family.
If it were too big, it would feel empty, so the current size was just right.
Meng Ran reached out and pressed the doorbell at the entrance.
Soon, Harry's voice came from the door: "You're finally here! I've already prepared the games, just waiting for you."
After Harry finished speaking, the large iron gate opened, and a butler in a suit appeared before them, leading them inside.
After walking for a while, they finally arrived at the front door, where Harry was standing, excitedly waiting for them.
"Come in quickly, I've prepared lots of food and drinks, and some good wine.
My father said we're old enough to have a little," Harry said with a smile, winking at them when he mentioned the wine.
Meng Ran looked at the happy Harry and felt very emotional.
Harry had never been so genuinely happy from the bottom of his heart.
Before, he always had a hint of sadness lingering between his brows, which Meng Ran and Peter hadn't quite understood.
But now, thinking about it, they understood.
Harry had been greatly troubled by his father's illness.
Now that Norman's illness was cured and everything was back on track, Harry no longer had the pressure hidden in his heart.
Thinking of Norman's abnormality, Meng Ran couldn't help but worry.
He, Peter, and Gwen exchanged glances, and they all saw the same concern in each other's eyes.
If Norman really was acting strangely, what should they do?
Meng Ran and the others followed Harry inside, preoccupied with their thoughts, while Harry kept introducing things to them and sharing his life.
While Meng Ran and the others were guests at Harry's house, the Osborn Group's shareholders' meeting was about to be held.
McKen and several others had just gotten out of their cars and were chatting casually at the main entrance of the Group.
McKen smiled at the others and said, "Norman said he wasn't feeling well and missed today's shareholders' meeting."
"Hahahahaha, it seems he knows he can't turn things around today.
It's good he didn't come, saves him the embarrassment."
The people around McKen also burst into laughter.
A sixty-something old man's wrinkles almost bunched into a chrysanthemum, and a pot-bellied middle-aged fat man stroked his belly, laughing.
It was no wonder they were so happy.
Once today's shareholders' meeting was over, this Osborn Group, apart from the three words 'Osborn', would have nothing to do with Norman.
They would completely control this behemoth and become the new helmsmen.
Originally, if Norman had been as gravely ill and near death as before, they wouldn't have had to be so ruthless.
But who knew that this damned Norman had actually developed a cure and healed himself, which left them no choice but to act immediately.
They had all seen how Norman was before he got sick: ambitious, full of momentum, managing Osborn Corporation like an iron fortress.
They had absolutely no power to issue any directives to Osborn Corporation.
This situation only gradually improved after Norman Osborn fell ill.
As Norman's health deteriorated, his control over the Group also weakened, which gave these people an opportunity.
The taste of power is intoxicating.
Having tasted it, they would absolutely not give up power to others again, nor return to a time when they had no say.
McKen and the others chatted for a few moments, then turned to enter the Osborn Group's main gate.
"Heh heh heh heh heh heh heh ~!" A strange laugh suddenly came from a distance.
McKen and the others had their attention drawn, stopped, and looked towards where the sound came from.
They saw a green figure, riding a jet-powered device similar to a skateboard, flying rapidly from a distance.
He wore a green, ghoulish mask, eerie and grotesque, and cackled as he flew.
McKen and the others exchanged glances, unsure what was happening.
Just as they were confused, a yellow spherical object was suddenly thrown by the green wack from his hand, rolling to their feet.
The green figure flashed away, dropping something in front of them and then flying off with a strange laugh.
McKen and the others were still trying to figure out what was going on when the yellow object that had rolled near them suddenly started beeping.
Immediately after, there was a huge explosion.
The entire entrance of the Osborn Building was blown to smithereens, and McKen and the others who were at the entrance were also blown to pieces.
After the huge explosion, wails of agony echoed all around.
Many people clutched their wounds, groaning in pain on the ground.
There were not only McKen and a few others at the entrance, but also other staff members and passing pedestrians.
The power of the bomb was so great that even the shop windows across from the building were shattered.
Therefore, no one at the center of the explosion survived, and the injured at the periphery were considered lucky compared to those who died.
A short while after the bomb exploded, ambulances and police cars arrived.
The ambulance personnel quickly loaded the injured onto stretchers and rushed them to the hospital for emergency treatment.
Many police officers got out of their cars, cordoned off the scene, and began forensic investigation.
A moment later, another police car roared to a halt.
George Stacy got out of the car, looked at the ruins before him, and listened to his subordinates' report.
George frowned.
Ever since the masked heroes like the Green Goblin appeared, New York's crime rate had been steadily decreasing, reaching an all-time low after the Crocodile Gang was gradually wiped out.
George had thought that after working so hard for so long, his job would finally become a bit easier.
However, New York had recently become unsettled again.
First, a Lizard monster suddenly appeared, and now there was a bomb terrorist attack.
George couldn't understand what was happening.
Was the decrease in crime rate being exchanged for one major case at a time?
This wasn't alchemy; how could there be an equivalent exchange?
After a brief on-site investigation, George returned to the police station.
Looking at the surveillance footage his subordinates sent up, George's frown deepened.
On the screen in front of him, there was a green masked wack riding a strange flying device.
He was very fast, and his total appearance time did not exceed 40 seconds.
The entire process was that this wack appeared from one side of the street, then flew around in the sky on that skateboard-like flying device, flew to the main entrance of the Osborn Group, threw a bomb, and then flew away cackling from the other side of the street.
Then, three seconds after he left, the bomb exploded, blowing the entrance of the Osborn Group into its current state.
"Another wack.
After that Lizard monster, now this bomber has appeared," George thought to himself, then rubbed his head and sighed before continuing to arrange his work.
Today was another exhausting day.
At Harry's house, Meng Ran and the others were playing games.
They had been there for about twenty to thirty minutes and had not yet seen Norman Osborn.
Meng Ran asked casually, "Oh? Is Uncle Norman not home? Did he go to the company?"
Gwen and Peter played their games nonchalantly, but their ears were perked up, listening.
Harry stared at the large screen in front of him, operating the game while replying, "Dad is home.
I saw him go to the study just now."
"I told him earlier that you guys were coming, and he said he wanted to say hello to you."
As Harry was speaking, footsteps were heard from the side.