New York, Osborn Tower.
Inside the CEO's office, agonized roars rang out from the darkness. A blond man rolled across the carpet, clawing relentlessly at his own flesh as though he wanted to tear himself apart.
"Does it hurt?"
A voice suddenly rang out in the room, carrying obvious curiosity.
Norman Osborn, writhing in pain, abruptly turned around and saw an Asian young man sitting in his executive chair.
The man wore a faint smile and held an apple covered in flame-like patterns, casually tossing it up and down with his hand.
"Who are you?"
Norman Osborn forced himself to remain calm, flipping to his feet with agile movements.
"Looks like you've already injected the incomplete version of the Super Soldier Serum." A hint of amusement appeared in the Asian young man's smile.
Norman Osborn's pupils contracted, and his heart lurched.
He had never told anyone that he had secretly injected himself with the Super Soldier Serum developed by Osborn's biology lab. He had eliminated every person involved in the experiment back then, so how did this Asian young man know?
"Who exactly are you?"
Norman Osborn quietly backed away toward the coffee table. Several Pumpkin Bombs were stored in the drawer beneath it.
The Asian young man seemed not to notice his movements and remained reclining in the executive chair with one leg crossed over the other.
"You should recognize this face."
The Asian young man reached out and switched on the vintage desk lamp, smiling as he said, "After all, your intelligence has improved a little now."
Seeing that face under the light, Norman Osborn suddenly remembered.
"You're Kurosaki Ichigo, the new shareholder of Osborn Electric!"
Like many white people, Norman Osborn could not really distinguish the specific features of Asian faces, but none of the companies under