Aaron and Charles were speaking in riddles, and everyone, including Jean, was quite puzzled.
Scott, upon hearing this, retorted, "Jean's physical examinations are always normal. Don't be an alarmist, don't think you're amazing just because you have money."
"Sorry, I really am amazing because I have money." Aaron replied amiably.
Scott's face twitched.
How detestable.
Seeing this, Charles quickly interrupted Scott, "Scott, you go take care of the other students first. We need to have a good talk with Mr. Aaron."
"Professor?!"
Scott was astonished.
Charles didn't speak. He just waved his hand, and Scott could only turn and leave. His back was like that of a defeated dog.
"Mr. Aaron, do you have a way to solve Jean's problem?"
"When I first met her, I detected that terrifying power within her. It was so savage, so terrifying, I had no choice."
Charles sighed. "I constructed a mental barrier to contain it, but recently I've been feeling increasingly powerless. It's constantly growing, and one day it will break free."
In the eyes of outsiders, he was like a god, capable of controlling the lives and deaths of others with a single thought. But in front of that unknown power within Jean, he was just an ordinary mortal.
A mortal imprisoning a god... the outcome was already predetermined.
"Professor?" Jean was even more bewildered.
She tried hard to recall the situation at the time, but back then, her abilities were too weak to even notice Charles's manipulation.
"Of course, I have a way to solve her problem. This is Osborn Industries. If we can't solve it, then no one in the world can solve her problem."
With the Primordial Furnace, Aaron didn't think a mere Phoenix fragment could stump him.
What's more, even if Jean completely awakened at this moment, what then?
It was just a Phoenix fragment. He was confident he could forcibly control it.
Charles and the others all nodded in agreement with Aaron's words.
As a renowned geneticist in the world, Charles was considered a top Professor. Precisely because of this, he clearly understood the level of biotechnology contained in the several reagents released by Osborn.
They were not products that should exist in this era.
Osborn Industries' research in biomedicine was at least twenty years ahead of Earth's current mainstream laboratories.
If it were Stark Industries, Charles wouldn't have given it much thought.
But Osborn Industries...
He had no choice but to visit.
He had to figure out Aaron's stance on Mutants. He dared not imagine what kind of terrifying disaster would occur if such a massive biomedical corporation were to notice Mutants and begin researching their genes.
But at the moment, he had no opportunity to continue asking about his stance, and instead urgently asked, "Then how should we proceed?"
"I have a feeling that power is not an ability given to her by her genes. It seems to be a special external life form?"
Charles was not certain of the Phoenix's essence. But that vast, ocean-like mental sea filled him with an innate fear. In front of that monster, perhaps he couldn't even resist.
He was quite doubtful of Aaron's abilities. He knew that Aaron seemed to possess extraordinary power, but that monster within Jean...
It could be called a demon god.
It possessed the potential to destroy the world.
"Don't question my abilities. If you trust me, then Jean will follow me for a period of time until I completely resolve her trouble."
Aaron definitely wanted to get his hands on the Phoenix Force.
But he wanted Jean too.
With Jean's talent, continuing to stay at the X-Mansion would be a complete waste.
The reason Jean could become the Phoenix's host was precisely because she possessed Omega-level Mutant potential, rven far exceeding Charles himself.
But even with such potential, her psychic abilities were far less developed than Charles's.
Controlling two missiles was quite strenuous. Her actual combat ability was only that of an ordinary Level 3 Mutant.
Isn't this a joke?
Aaron always avoided waste.
He was confident that under his guidance, Jean would usher in her true peak.
Charles hesitated for a moment.
He was not at ease. Jean was currently like a ticking time bomb, one that could explode at any moment.
Keeping her by his side was tricky, but keeping her by someone else's side was even more dangerous.
If someone tried to use this power, the consequences would be unimaginable.
"Mr. Aaron, how do you view the group of Mutants?" Charles carefully considered his words, then tentatively asked.
As long as Aaron showed any dissatisfaction, he would absolutely not agree.
Even if it meant offending the most prominent and powerful person in the world, he would not let Jean stay by his side.
"Mutants? You're asking me what I think?"
Aaron's expression was strange, and he shook his head, saying, "No opinion whatsoever."
Charles was stunned. It was the first time he had heard such an answer.
"Don't you think Mutants are very dangerous? They possess powerful abilities, even extraordinary powers far exceeding those of ordinary people."
"Some Mutants also have very unique appearances, making it difficult for them to interact normally with people..."
Charles spoke very euphemistically, mainly because some Mutants were truly very ugly.
Like fish in the deep sea, because no one sees them in the darkness, they are completely free to develop, appearing in all sorts of strange and bizarre forms.
"Very dangerous? Are they?"
Aaron held a light as brilliant as the sun in his right hand and asked, "Am I dangerous?"
Charles stared intently at the ball of light in Aaron's hand. He felt the terrifying power contained within it.
"No need to look. You can think of it as that thing on Tony's chest."
"You're saying this thing is nuclear fusion?"
Charles's face turned pale, and he subconsciously wanted to run, then realized he couldn't move.
"This is the power of the sun?"
Charles looked up, staring strangely at Aaron.
No wonder you're not afraid, it turns out you are the most dangerous person in the world.
He had no doubt that just one of this stuff would be enough to blow up the entire Osborn Exposition—no, it should be the entire Manhattan.
Charles chuckled, pointing at the little sun. "Can you put it away first?"
Aaron closed his hand, and the little sun disappeared. "So, are you as dangerous as I am?"
Charles and Jean shook their heads.
Aaron asked, "So, do I still need to discuss some meaningless questions?"
Charles remained silent.