Norman: I Only Have One Request!

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Osborn Group, in Norman Osborn's office.

"No, I want the latest report. Don't forget, it was you who pointed out the similarities between the two, so I want the results, Dr. Connors!"

Norman stood facing the huge floor-to-ceiling window with his back to the office door. He frowned, discussing something with Dr. Connors on the phone, his tone inexplicably impatient.

"Well, no need to talk on the phone. I'll go to the lab right now."

After hanging up, Norman turned around and noticed his son Harry standing behind him, waiting.

"Harry? When did you get back?"

"Um, I just got here."

"Dad, I have something to tell you that will surely interest you."

Harry waved his hands exaggeratedly, trying to emphasize his words and capture his father's attention.

"There's a new transfer student at school. The desserts he makes are super delicious. I brought one back for you to try."

"You'll like it. Peter even cried while eating. It's incredible."

Harry took out the wrapped dessert from his backpack, hoping to give it to Norman. But Norman was clearly uninterested.

"I'm busy, son."

Norman walked towards the office door without stopping.

"But, Dad..."

Harry clutched the dessert, his face sad.

"I'm busy right now, unless you want to tell me that your grades are finally improving."

Norman frowned and looked at Harry, his expression as serious as ever. Harry couldn't remember his father ever smiling at him.

"Uh, this…"

Harry touched his neck awkwardly. His grades were neither good nor bad, so there was no improvement to speak of.

"One more thing. The chef told me you've lost your appetite. What's the matter?"

"I," Harry opened his mouth guiltily, "I just don't want to eat shrimp. I said I wanted to change to a lighter flavor."

"Okay, I'll notify the kitchen."

"As for the transfer student, we'll talk about it when I'm not busy."

Norman turned and left. The office door slammed shut, leaving Harry frustrated.

...

Norman exited the group building, the driver already waiting at the door. He adjusted his tie and asked the secretary beside him.

"Has the psychiatrist I asked you to find come?"

"I have been here twice. The diagnosis report was delivered yesterday afternoon."

The secretary handed Norman a paper document containing a psychiatrist's diagnosis of Harry.

"Harry didn't notice anything." Norman nodded.

"Master Harry didn't know we did a psychological profile on him. He thought it was an ordinary survey." The secretary explained.

"Well, how's Harry doing?"

Norman took out a cigar, and the secretary tactfully helped him light it before continuing.

"Not very optimistic. Ever since the last incident, Master Harry has shown signs of severe post-traumatic stress disorder, scientifically known as delayed psychogenic response. The doctor said..."

"Just tell me the treatment plan!"

Norman interrupted, his face dark. He didn't want to know the specifics, only how to make his son better.

"Well, he may need periodic psychological counseling, but it's hard to say when."

The secretary spoke hesitantly, fearing Norman's anger.

"The Black Hand Gang..."

Norman knew everything about Harry's situation.

Harry's current state was due to attending that wedding banquet at the Four Seasons Hotel, where he was humiliated by the Black Hand Gang.

Norman had long forgotten who sent the invitation. After all, the Osborne Group received countless invitations daily.

But that seemingly inconspicuous wedding banquet turned into a major robbery that shocked New York.

Harry was publicly humiliated, forced to eat a blue dragon prawn raw. Since then, Harry suffered psychological trauma and felt sick at the sight of prawns.

When has the Osborn family ever suffered such humiliation? They must avenge themselves no matter what!

"I asked you to look for information on the Black Hand Gang. How's your investigation going?"

Norman asked the secretary with a serious face.

"This..."

The secretary looked embarrassed and explained carefully.

"Since the last wedding robbery, there has been no news from the Black Hand Gang, and our people haven't responded."

"What about the New York Police Department?"

Norman frowned, blowing smoke rings.

"Chief George has the relevant information about the Black Hand Gang and takes the case very seriously."

The secretary swallowed nervously, feeling suffocated by Norman's aura.

"Even with bribes, we couldn't get the Black Hand's documents."

"Humph, a bunch of trash!"

Norman's eyes glinted coldly. He cursed and said nothing more.

The secretary knew his poor performance had angered Norman, so he followed Norman out of the Osborne Group building timidly.

In the car, the driver respectfully asked Norman about his destination.

"Where are we going, Mr. Osborne?"

"Um..."

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

"Dr. Connors, you take care of the lab first. I'm busy now. I'll be there when I'm done."

After a brief conversation, Norman hung up and spoke to the driver and secretary.

"Drive to the New York Police Department and make an appointment with Chief George. Tell him I want to meet in person."

...

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

"Mr. Osborne, if you're here about your son, I'm sorry. The Black Hand Gang case is still under investigation. I'll inform you of any news as soon as possible."

As soon as Norman got out of the car, George addressed the topic directly.

George knew why Norman had come.

Valon from the Black Hand Gang kidnapped and humiliated the eldest son of the Osborne Group at a wedding banquet. This incident even made it to some gossip news.

Now that Norman Osborn was here, what else could it be but to avenge his son?

"To support the work of the New York Police Department, just tell me a number, and I can donate it all. I just need some public information. I will never make it difficult for you."

Norman showed enough sincerity, offering conditions George couldn't refuse.

"Damn rich guy!"

George muttered and cursed, then turned and left. Soon, a young man handed Norman a folder.

The document contained simple sentences, stating that the Black Hand Gang had contacted the Maggia Gang, and Valon had made a deal with Hammerhead. Various evidences indicated a brewing conspiracy.

Norman skimmed through it and threw the document to the secretary.

"Contact Master Mimic. Target Blackhand's Valon. No matter his offer, I only have one request!"

Norman threw the cigar to the ground, sparks flying, and stomped on it hard.

"Death to him!"

End of this chapter