Scion of a Famous Family

The direct detection of gravitational waves proved the existence of black holes, so I don't think winning the 2017 Nobel Prize is out of the question.

And this year, the discovery of an invisible, extremely massive object at the center of the Milky Way controlling the orbits of stars, suspected to be a black hole, could also win a Nobel Prize. I really didn't expect that.

I remember that science fiction novels on Qidian had been writing about this for years. Besides, this is only indirect proof. They can win a prize for this?

However, this is beneficial to me. Writing like this before could only be considered the author's guess. Now, with scientific validation, and Nobel Prize validation at that.

Generally, the boss arrives last for meetings, but Bai Jing hadn't been the boss for long. He immediately went to go downstairs, only to be stopped by a low-level thug.

"Mr. Consultant, is the meeting in the newly built conference room?" The person speaking was wearing a black and gray striped suit and gold-rimmed glasses, looking surprisingly like a professional from the corporate world.

"Who are you?" Bai Jing asked.

"Hello, my name is William Pearson, Legal Department Assistant!" the person said cautiously.

"Oh, oh!" Bai Jing nodded. He knew Matt had been recruiting people.

"There's a new conference room?"

"Yes, please follow me!"

The new conference room was located above Banner's house. It was a large room, divided into four smaller conference rooms.

The largest was on the left, with a huge oval conference table that could seat 36 people. The three smaller rooms on the right could each accommodate 12 people.

Naturally, they went to the largest one.

William pulled out a chair for him at the head of the table. Bai Jing sat down and looked around. So this was the feeling of being the big boss?

"This conference room is absolutely soundproof, and the outer walls are made of a special alloy that can withstand attacks from Tomahawk missiles. It can also defend against a magnitude 9.2 earthquake. The conference room is equipped with its own generator and food, sufficient to handle general situations!" William said.

Bai Jing nodded, looking at a painting on the wall. It was a Chinese landscape painting with four large characters: Virtue and Capacity!

The signature read: Mo Defang.

"This was written by a calligraphy master from Chinatown whom we invited. If you don't like it, we can replace it immediately?" William asked.

"Mm, it's quite nice!" Bai Jing nodded. How to put it?

Being fawned over by white people felt pretty good!

Who is superior or inferior, whose bloodline is noble? Isn't it whoever has the bigger fist and more money who is the boss?

"Mr. Bai!" Matt was the first to arrive.

A blind man staying up so late and moving so fast was really tough on him.

"Mm, sit!" Bai Jing gestured to the empty seat next to him. Matt tapped the floor lightly with his bamboo cane, then pulled out a chair and sat down.

"Did Professor Keanu examine your eyes? What did he say?" Bai Jing asked.

"The lenses and retinas in my eyes have been destroyed by radiation, but my optic nerves still have some activity!" Matt said. "Professor Banner said that if there's ever surgery to replace eyeballs in the future, I still have hope of regaining my sight!"

His tone was neither happy nor sad, as no one knew when such surgery would be successful.

"Oh..." Bai Jing nodded. It was a shame there was no healing magic in Magic, otherwise, a simple healing spell would have solved it.

The second person to enter was Frank Castle.

"Mr. Combat Advisor, how is the training for those men going?" Bai Jing asked.

Speaking of this, Frank frowned. "I've never seen soldiers with such poor discipline. There's too little time, and they've only just learned to form ranks. But at least they no longer shoot into the sky during combat!"

During the previous shootout with the Viper Gang, their muzzles were all pointed at the sky, which had amused Bai Jing to no end.

"That's fine too!" Bai Jing didn't have high expectations for these men; they just needed to put on a show of force. If it really came down to a fight, he would have to step in himself.

"Your training methods are too brutal. I heard you've already killed over sixty people!" Matt, however, retorted to Frank without reservation.

"Some people are beyond redemption and cannot be saved anymore!" Frank snorted coldly. "Put away your pointless compassion. I spend all day with them, and I know better than you whether they deserve to die!"

Matt was speechless, then turned to look at Bai Jing.

Even though he was blind.

"Only 60?" Bai Jing asked Frank. "That means there are over 300 left?"

"You had already screened out a portion of the most heinous criminals before. These 60 were among those who were more deeply hidden!" Frank saw that Bai Jing did not object to his actions, and his approval of Bai Jing increased. "As for the rest, they were just cannon fodder from the gangs before."

"Oh, oh!" Bai Jing felt a bit regretful. "In troubled times, strict laws must be applied. If there's a mistake, it must be punished. Don't let someone off the hook just because they have talent or special skills. When capable people do evil, it's even more terrifying!"

He still remembered a certain temple where ordinary people died, they died. But if it was a master, they would definitely be made to lay down their butcher knives and become Buddhas.

Masters could live, but why?

Frank nodded, deeply agreeing with this point. Every time he encountered a formidable opponent, he felt heartbroken. Why didn't such a strong person join the army?

Then he would kill them fiercely.

Seeing Matt's expression turn a little grim, Bai Jing felt a bit flustered. He needed to comfort him. Matt, this useful tool, was quite good at handling things like registering companies.

"Matt, we agreed when you joined. Your methods won't work. Even if you want to object, you should wait and see the results after we've executed them for a while!" Bai Jing said.

Matt hesitated for a moment, then finally nodded. "I just feel it's a pity..."

After all, they were lives!

"Killing is done to protect life, cutting away karma is not cutting away people. We kill some people, and it may seem like we're doing evil, but our purpose is to do greater good!" Bai Jing said earnestly. "Time will prove all of this!"

"I hope so!" Matt nodded, accepting the explanation.

Ryan Daling rushed in, followed by Denny Roberts and a dishevelled Lumira Iro Pavlichenko.

Seeing Lumira enter, Frank's expression flickered with panic for a moment.

Though faint, Bai Jing's vision was incredibly sharp at this moment, and he naturally noticed.

He glanced uncertainly at the two, and their nervousness only increased.

No way, no way. Frank, you're over 50, and you're going after a 14-year-old girl?

And Lumira, your dad died young, but didn't I adopt you?

Are you that starved for fatherly affection?

Bai Jing's mind was in a mess. Should he stop them?

But from what position? He wasn't Lumira's brother, nor was he her father. It was their free choice in love...

"Ahem, well!" Bai Jing thought for a moment, feeling he should still give a reminder.

"Frank!" Bai Jing said, "Lumira is still a minor, be mindful!"

"You don't oppose us?" Before Frank could say anything, Lumira excitedly interjected.

"Uh..." Bai Jing's heart ached. I'm clearly so charming. Don't all the girls who pass by glance at me? Even the Ancient One favours me, are you blind? You were seducing me yesterday, and today you're smitten with this old man?

Women are indeed fickle.

But he still forced a nod. "Yes..."

"Hooray!" Lumira excitedly pulled over a chair next to Frank, hopped up, and knelt on it, her legs in white stockings dangling over the edge. "Master, he's agreed, so teach me your skills!"

"Huh?" Bai Jing blinked, looking at Frank. "Skills?"

"Yeah!" Lumira nodded excitedly. "That sniper rifle you left in the room, remember? It actually belonged to my grandmother, and I loved it. I always wanted my dad to teach me, but I never dared to ask. Now I want Frank to teach me, but he absolutely refuses!"

"Uh..." Bai Jing blinked. "May I ask who your grandmother is?"

"Lyudmila Mikhailovna Pavlichenko!"