"That was a wonderful show. You're even more outstanding than your father, Norman."
A white-haired old man with an imposing presence stood before the young Harry and smiled at him.
"I'm only standing on my father's shoulders." Harry smiled modestly, remaining calm in the face of the old man's admiration.
In truth, he was nowhere near as calm as he appeared. He was nervous instead. Although he had tested this experiment many times beforehand and seen the effects of the Lizard Formula, he still could not help feeling uneasy at this moment.
The old man before him was a military figure deeply entangled with Osborn Industries and had always been on good terms with his father, Norman Osborn. Harry had met him many times as a child.
Although, after Norman Osborn left, this old man who had been close to his father had not offered him a helping hand when he was trapped in the mire, that was only natural.
Little Harry might once have resented it, but under Big Harry's guidance and analysis, he had grown up and was no longer as naive as before.
"This formula has a wide range of uses. It isn't just for the military; it is also a blessing for patients around the world who have lost limbs."
"Have the relevant procedures been completed? If not, I can help out a little." The old man smiled. He could tell that the young man before him was restraining his emotions. He was far from as composed as he appeared.
But so what? Considering the other party's current circumstances, he could understand. The young man had demonstrated his value, so there was no reason the severed connection with the Osborn family could not be restored.
After all, Osborn's relationship with the military had always been relatively