The Osborn residence.
Yang Bo's words caught Norman Osborn's attention. He looked at Yang Bo thoughtfully, trying to recall whether they had ever met.
With a hint of pressure in his voice, he asked, "Harry, who is this?"
"Mr. Yang Bo is Peter's friend, and mine too."
Young Harry answered his father honestly.
Yang Bo took two steps forward and looked at Norman Osborn without the slightest hesitation, asking in an emotionless voice:
"Norman, you became a vampire to cure your genetic defect. Why did you choose to feed on living people?"
With Norman's wealth, even if he drank the blood of eighteen-year-old virgins every day, he could afford to drink until he burped.
Both Norman's and Harry's expressions changed at those words.
Peter, the only person present who knew nothing about this, looked utterly bewildered. He turned to Harry, hoping to find out what was going on.
"Harry, what's this about vampires? Aren't they just a myth?"
Harry snapped out of his daze. He was worried about Yang Bo's safety, but also a little angry at his rashness. He had seen how powerful his father was after becoming a monster. No human could do anything like that.
But a moment later, his eyes nearly popped out of his head.
Rather than answer Yang Bo's question, Norman lunged at him at an inhuman speed, reaching for his neck. Apparently, he intended to strike first.
But barely two steps into his charge, Yang Bo vanished from his sight. With a thud, Yang Bo's foot slammed into Norman Osborn.
With his current strength, dealing with a vampire who wasn't even as strong as a viscount was child's play.
Norman went flying, performing an aerial spin lasting two years... ahem, two and a half revolutions.
With a bang, he crashed into the stone