Mystical Palm Technique

After hanging up, Roy went to the garage and swept his gaze over the luxury cars and sports cars.

After giving it some simple thought, he gave up on driving the Audi R8 to see Gwen and walked over to the latest Horch.

Six horizontal, twelve vertical—make your first-love dream come true!

Ten years unnoticed, Horch became known across the world in a single day!

As he started the car, memes about Horch that he had seen before crossing over flashed through his mind.

Then, driving the low-key-looking Horch that could win back one's first love, he left the garage and headed toward Gwen's home.

In terms of efficiency, using Flying Thunder God to teleport directly to the rooftop of Gwen's building would have been much faster than driving.

But considering that he would be taking Gwen out to eat, drink, and have fun afterward, driving over was more convenient.

More than half an hour later.

Roy arrived downstairs from Gwen's apartment building, took out his phone, and dialed Gwen's number.

The call was answered within seconds.

Roy said slowly, "I'm downstairs at your place."

"Mm, I'll come down now."

Gwen replied quickly.

After waiting only two or three minutes, Gwen appeared in his field of vision.

As usual, Gwen's outfit today suited his tastes perfectly.

Her brown knee-high boots and gray short skirt created an eye-catching "absolute territory."

She wore a white top and a beige jacket on her upper body.

After leaving the apartment building, Gwen quickly spotted Roy. She flashed a radiant, charming smile and walked toward him.

Roy opened the door, got out, and stood beside the car.

Gwen soon arrived in front of him and gave him an enthusiastic hug and kiss.

After savoring the taste of Gwen's lipstick, Roy was about to say something when a black Audi A6 drove over and parked nearby.

Then, the door opened, and George stepped out in a sharp suit.

Uh...

Seeing the resentful look in George's eyes, Gwen immediately released Roy and whispered, "My dad's back. He's right behind you."

Hearing Gwen's words, Roy quickly turned around.

If George's gaze at Gwen was the resentful look of a doting father watching his precious little girl gradually leave his side...

Then the look he gave Roy was the unwilling fury of a man who had carefully raised a cabbage for eighteen years, only to watch a pig root it up right in front of him.

He knew Roy was no ordinary person, and he also knew Gwen liked Roy very much.

But as an old father, seeing Gwen and Roy hugging and kissing in public, engaging in oral gymnastics together, still made him angry.

Under Roy and Gwen's watchful eyes, he walked over with a stern expression.

"Dad, why are you back?"

Gwen asked gently.

"I heard that Dr. Connors disappeared, so I came back to see if you were okay."

George replied quickly.

The New York Police Department had seventy-seven precincts, and the precinct George belonged to was not handling the investigation into Dr. Connors' disappearance.

But that did not stop him from receiving news of Dr. Connors' disappearance.

Oscorp's power and reputation were not on Stark Industries' level.

But in New York, Oscorp was undeniably a major taxpayer and a key concern for the New York Police Department.

"I'm fine. The project has been temporarily shut down, and the company told us to go home and wait for further notice."

Gwen replied without hesitation.

George nodded, turned his gaze to Roy, and asked with a frown, "Don't you have work today?"

"I'm self-employed. I don't have fixed working hours."

Roy replied.

George had wanted to say that even self-employed people should not spend all day thinking about romance and should have some ambition.

However, when he saw the Horch Roy was driving, he swallowed those words.

Though both were Audis, even the cheapest Horch could buy three or four A6s.

As for the top-spec Horch, there was no need to mention it.

George could not tell from the exterior whether Roy's Horch was the top-spec version, but he had learned from Helen and Philip's three brothers that Roy had a whole garage full of luxury cars and sports cars.

In other words, Roy definitely would not have bought a low-spec model.

Sighing helplessly to himself, George said to Gwen, "Be careful, and come home early tonight."

"Mm-hmm."

Gwen nodded.

Noon.

A Michelin restaurant in Manhattan.

Gwen put down her knife and fork, picked up the red wine in front of her, took a sip, and said with a frown, "I'm a little worried about Dr. Connors. The cross-species genetics project has enormous potential, and he's the leading expert in the field. Do you think he might have been kidnapped?"

"Probably not."

"Although Oscorp's security isn't great, it can't be so incompetent that Dr. Connors could be kidnapped from inside the building without anyone knowing."

Roy replied.

After hearing his answer, Gwen thought for a moment and continued, "If it wasn't kidnapping, then what do you think happened to him?"

Roy picked up a napkin, wiped his mouth, and replied, "If I'm not mistaken, he probably lost control."

Lost control?

A puzzled expression appeared on Gwen's fair, delicate face.

Roy did not keep her in suspense and continued, "I suspect he has already created a serum containing lizard DNA, used himself as the test subject, and injected the serum."

"The serum probably worked, but it produced side effects that left him unable to control himself. In that state, he destroyed his office and laboratory..."

At that point, he paused before continuing, "Before driving over, I got a call from Norman Osborn. He wanted to hire me to find Dr. Connors."

"But he thought my price was too high, so we didn't reach an agreement."

Gwen looked surprised and asked curiously, "What price did you quote?"

Roy replied, "Fifty million."

No wonder Norman thought it was expensive!

That price really was high!

After thinking for a moment, an idea suddenly popped into Gwen's head. She smiled and said, "If I hired you, would you charge me?"

"Of course!"

Roy replied immediately without even thinking.

"Then if I hired you to find Dr. Connors, what price would you charge?"

Gwen continued.

Roy was about to answer when new commission information appeared in his field of vision, and a hint of surprise flashed across his face.

[Commission: Find Dr. Connors]

[Commission Status: Incomplete]

[Commission Reward: Mystical Palm Technique]

He had thought Gwen was merely saying it casually.

But now, it seemed Gwen truly wanted to hire him to find Dr. Connors.

If Gwen had only been joking, the system would never have recognized the commission.

Closing the information panel, Roy said to Gwen, "You're my girlfriend, so you can get the girlfriend discount."

"As long as you pay one hundred dollars and agree to one condition, I'll take your commission."

Gwen revealed a satisfied smile and asked, "I may not be as rich as you, but I can still afford one hundred dollars."

"Go on, what's the other condition?"

Roy glanced around before telling Gwen the other condition in a voice only she could hear.

When he finished, Gwen froze for a moment.

Then her pretty face instantly turned red, and she bashfully complained to him.

"How can you make that kind of condition!"

"I don't think there's anything wrong with that condition."

Roy said with a smile.

Gwen glared at him.

A few seconds later, she turned to look elsewhere and whispered, "If you really can find Dr. Connors, I... I'll agree to it once."

"Fine, deal!"

Roy replied immediately without any hesitation.