Manhattan In a private club that is not open to the public.
Edgar was sitting on the sofa, slowly stirring the Black Tea in the cup.
The small silver spoon hit the edge of the porcelain cup and made a crisp sound.
Sitting opposite him was an old man wearing an old-fashioned duffle coat.
The old man's name is Joseph, a senior official of United States Department of Magical Security.
His face was very ugly, with defense and disgust written all over his wrinkled face.
Behind Joseph, there stood a young man who was also wearing a coat. He was the confidant he brought with him. He always had one hand in his coat pocket, holding tightly a Wand that was warmed by body temperature.
"This Black Tea was airlifted from Sri Lanka. It tastes very pure. Don't you try it, Mr. Joseph?"
Edgar put down the spoon, picked up the tea cup and took a sip, as if entertaining an old friend.
Joseph didn't even look at the steaming cup of Black Tea on the table. He stared at Edgar coldly.
"Stop your hypocrisy, Edgar. If you hadn't threatened me with what happened last time, I wouldn't have even set foot in your Muggle place."
Joseph's voice was a little hoarse, "My time is precious, so tell me what you have to say."
Edgar was not angry because of the other party's bad attitude. Instead, he smiled gently.
"Since you like to be direct, I'll get straight to the point."
Edgar leaned back on the sofa, crossed his hands in front of him,
"The Poison-Horned Lion that appeared on the street last time allowed me to see the very charming side of Wizarding World. The physical fitness and special abilities of that creature are exactly the research materials that Vought International is currently in urgent need of."
Joseph's brows instantly knitted into a tight knot.
"So?"
"So I invite you here today because I want to discuss a long-term acquisition deal."
Edgar looked at the old man, "We need more Fantastic Beasts like Poison-Horned Lion. Whether they are living or dead specimens, Vought International will accept them all according to the order. As for the price, you can ask for it as you like."
He has just completed a large military industry contract worth 30 billion US dollars, and the most important thing he needs now is money.
If you want to push the destructive power of monster soldiers to a higher level, the ancient genes of Fantastic Beasts are absolutely perfect fusion materials.
Hearing this, Joseph suddenly stood up from the sofa as if he had heard some big joke.
"Acquiring Fantastic Beasts? Do you think Wizarding World is a slaughterhouse run by capitalists like you?"
Hearing this, the old man blushed and pointed angrily at Edgar,
"I tell you, Edgar, no matter how much money you pay, this is impossible. Wizarding World has Wizarding World's laws. We will handle our own affairs. It has nothing to do with you Vought International, and there is no need for you to intervene."
"Mr. Joseph, don't refuse in a hurry. There is nothing in this world that cannot be traded. If you feel that the money is not enough, Vought International can also provide convenience to Wizarding World in many other ways."
Edgar is still sitting there peacefully, but the temperature in his tone slowly drops:
"You backward International Statute of Secrecys, in this era where cameras and Superheroess are everywhere, are almost at your wits end, right? If we don't help cover it up, do you really think those Aurors can settle things?"
This is already a naked threat.
Joseph was so angry that he was shaking all over. The young confidant behind him immediately took a step forward, pulled out his hand from his coat pocket, and pointed a dark Wand directly at Edgar on the sofa.
The moment Wand pulled out, Marge, who had been standing behind Edgar like a shadow, moved.
The red-haired Marge was wearing an ordinary gray sportswear, but her movements were so fast that they only left an afterimage in the air.
She instantly took two steps across and stood directly in front of Edgar.
Whoever dares to threaten Edgar, she will tear him to pieces without hesitation.
Young Wizards looked at the red-haired girl in front of him, with a thin layer of cold sweat on his forehead.
He had the illusion that he was being targeted by a beast. As long as he uttered a spell syllable in his mouth, the girl would definitely break his neck before he could cast the spell.
At the same time, young Wizards felt a very light breathing coming from next to the right hand he was holding Wand.
The air in the room was slightly distorted, as if there was an invisible person standing against his back. If he dared to move, the invisible hands would immediately cut off his throat.
The barefoot Duke is in a perfect state of invisibility, waiting quietly beside it, looking for an opportunity to kill with one blow.
The Black Tea on the table is still steaming out.
But everyone present could feel that as long as there was a tiny spark, this conflict would turn into blood all over the floor.
"Okay, Marge, step back."
Edgar's gentle voice broke the deathly silence.
He picked up the ceramic teapot on the table and poured himself another half cup of Black Tea.
Marge didn't hesitate at all, immediately put away his attack stance, and obediently retreated to the side and rear of Edgar.
But her eyes were still locked on that young Wizards's wrist.
The suffocating feeling behind him also disappeared.
The invisible Duke quietly retreated to the corner.
Young Wizards gasped for air, and the shirt on his back was completely soaked with cold sweat.
"Mr. Joseph, your subordinates are too nervous."
Edgar held the tea cup and looked at the livid official Ministry of Magic, "I'm here today to discuss business, not to fight. Vought International has always believed in peace and wealth."
Joseph Looking at the capitalist in front of him as if nothing had happened, a deep sense of powerlessness arose in his heart.
"There is no need to discuss this business."
Joseph gritted his teeth and put his hand on the crutch, "Go to hell with your dirty money, Edgar, even if International Statute of Secrecy is torn, we will never cooperate with Vought International."
Young Wizards quickly put away Wand, protected Joseph and left the room.
The wooden door was slammed shut.
Marge walked forward and looked at the door. "Mr. President, do you want me to get rid of them?"
"No need."
Edgar stood up and adjusted the cuffs of his suit.
"Killing him will only attract a bunch of Auror like mad dogs. Let him go. He will soon understand that in this city, he can only ask for our help for some things."
Edgar took the coat hanging on the coat rack and put it on, left the club with Marge and Duke who had regained their figure, and got into the black car parked in the back alley.
Madelyn has been waiting in the back seat of the car for a long time.
"Mr. President, how was the conversation?"
Madelyn handed over a compiled memo.
"That old man was quite stubborn and refused our proposal."
Edgar leaned back on the comfortable leather seat and turned his gaze to the passing street scene outside the car window, "Go and contact one of our small newspapers, any one will do."