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As soon as Hodge finished speaking, the phone in his pocket rang out.

Hodge took out his cell phone and made an innocent statement to Melissa. Then he didn't look at whose number it was and directly connected.

"Hodgie, are you free now? Those people are coming again. They want to talk to you about the problem of the shares in your hands." Harry's voice was filled with a hint of nervousness and helplessness on the other end of the phone.

"By the way, Dr. Connors is here too." Finally, Harry added.

Harry's words made Hodge stunned. It's been a day or two, and Tony hasn't done it. And even if Tony hasn't done it, can Queen White not do it?

With doubts, Hodge comforted: "Don't worry, Harry, no one can force us, no one!" In order to make Harry feel at ease, Hodge also deliberately strengthened his tone.

On the other end of the phone, Harry couldn't help but feel relieved when he heard Hodge's words. After hanging up the phone, he looked at the young man sitting gracefully opposite him with some fear.

The young man was about 20 years old, with his golden hair meticulously combed, his facial features were straight, his nose was high, and his sapphire-like eyes stared at the red wine in the cup. His high-end pure handmade suit gave him an elegant temperament.

Harry's eyes stayed on him for a moment, then turned to the four strong and tall figures behind him, wearing uniform black suits, and there was no expression on their rough faces.

Although these strong men, like bodyguards, did not move at all, Harry could still feel a depressing atmosphere lingering around him, which made him very uncomfortable.

"He will come soon." Harry put down the phone. Although his tone was plain, there was a hint of unwillingness in his eyes. He hated that he had no power. If his father was still there, how could these guys who came out of unknown corner dared to be so arrogant in front of him?

When he thought of his father, Harry remembered Spider-Man, gritted his teeth, Harry closed his eyes and sat quietly on the sofa waiting for Hodge to arrive.

Not far from the two, Professor Connors, whose broken arm had recovered, also looked at the young man who was savoring the red wine with an angry look on his face.

He held the deepest hostility towards this person who wanted to directly rob the fruits of his labor.

Professor Connors had made up his mind. If Hodge could not stop this young man, then he would definitely do some tricks in those experimental records to let them know the consequences of forced buying and selling.

Just as Professor Connors was gritting his teeth with hatred, the young man finally made a move. He gently put down the goblet in his hand, his movements were elegant and natural, as pleasing to the eye like a nobleman.

"Oh? I'm very curious, how could you give others shares?" Qing Youth picked her eyes lightly. She looked at Harry playfully, with curiosity in her eyes.

Harry snorted dissatisfiedly: "It is normal for giving and rewards. I am a legitimate businessman and I will not do some unethical things."

In Harry, he held a gun and a stick, and looked at the young man with a sarcastic look on his face.

The young man faced Harry's mockery and just glanced at him with his sapphire-like eyes, without caring, and continued, "Listen to you. It seems like I am an unforgivable villain, we are a fair deal."

"I pay for it, you ship it."

The young man's voice was very light and plain. But when Harry heard it, he was like a cat stepping on his tail. He instantly burst into tears. With a 'wow' sound, he stood up and said angrily: "Normal transaction? If you hold someone else's family like this, then tell him. We are trading fairly!?"

When Harry said this, he glanced at Professor Connors not far away.

The young man smiled. Looking at Harry who suddenly burst out, he did not change his color. Instead, he looked at Harry with interest: "Tsk tsk, you are so bad compared to your father."

When Harry's face changed when he heard the young man mention his father, he was about to scold him. However, he was interrupted by the young man, "There is no so-called fairness in this world, there is only the gap in strength."

The young man's expression was very calm, but Harry felt his lungs were almost irritated. This guy was standing and talking without a pain in his back. If there was no support from you, he would be afraid!?

"Ding Dong."

Just as Harry glared at him, his doorbell suddenly rang.

When they heard the doorbell, neither of them moved. They were just an old man wearing housekeeper's clothes, walked over slowly and opened the door.

"I'll look for Harry." Hodge stared at the old man in surprise for a while before he slowly spoke.

The old man turned a blind eye to Hodge's gaze, just bowed and nodded, and said, "You are Mr. Hodge, the young master has been waiting for you."

Looking at the butler's slightly hunched back, Hodge narrowed his eyes and did not speak.

He was so familiar with this old man that he hired Deadpool to assassinate Parker, and he conveyed Deadpool's message to Stryker after a big fight with Deadpool.

Hodge didn't know the purpose and actions of the old man, and didn't want to know it, because Hodge clearly saw through his eyes that the cells in the old man's body had gradually weakened.

In other words, if nothing unexpected happens, he will not have long to live, maybe half a year, maybe one year or two years.

Anyway, he was a dying person, so Hodge didn't care much.

Following the butler, Hodge walked around several small corridors and finally met Harry, who had not seen for a long time, and a strange young man in the living room.

Seeing the young man with a calm expression and a calm eyes, Hodge knew that this young man should be the representative of the organization that started to acquire regenerative drugs.

Before Hodge could speak, the young man took the lead and said: "You are Hodge? Hand over the shares in your hands and we will give you a million dollars."

The young man used a tone similar to giving, which made Hodge frown slightly and felt a little unhappy.

At the moment, Hodge ignored this somewhat arrogant guy. Instead of looking at him, he greeted Harry: "I haven't seen you for a long time. You look more like a successful person now."

When Harry heard this, he smiled bitterly and slapped Hodge's shoulder, "Don't I look like him before?"

"Well, I apologize, I want to say you look more stylish now than before."

Seeing that Hodge ignored him and was able to chat with Harry, the young man narrowed his eyes and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Boy, hand over the shares in your hand, and then enjoy it with a million, otherwise..." The young man signaled to the four bodyguards behind him.

"Otherwise, what?" Hodge smiled at the young man's threat and glanced at the four bodyguards behind him who began to rub their hands.

Bullying ordinary people? I like it! (To be continued)
Chapter completed!