Five minutes later, Vought Tower on top of Conference Room Three.
The heavy double wooden door was pushed open, and Lynn walked in with John.
The atmosphere in the conference room was a bit depressing.
Stan·Edgar is sitting at the main seat of the long conference table, with his hands crossed on the table, and there is no emotion on his face.
Behind him, stood Black Noir, completely covered in black uniform.
On the other side of the conference table, three Asia men wearing dark suits were sitting.
Sitting in the middle was a young man who looked to be under thirty years old, with his hair carefully combed.
He didn't hold any business documents in his hand, but instead played with a white folding fan.
Behind him stood an old man with sunken eyes and a haggard face.
"Mr. Edgar, who is this?"
The young man holding the folding fan stopped what he was doing and looked at Lynn who walked in with interest, as well as the blond boy beside him.
"This is Lynn Director, responsible for the core hero management and development projects within our Vought International."
Edgar introduced in a calm tone, then looked at Lynn, "Lynn, this is Mr. Managing Director, Genji from Yamato Conglomerate."
"Nice to meet you." Lynn looked at the young man named Genji, pulled out a chair and sat down, while John stood quietly beside him.
"Lynn Director is really young and promising."
Genji opened the white paper fan in his hand with a swish sound, and a vigorous and powerful word "" was written on the fan with a brush, "Now that the person responsible for the core project has arrived, let's open the sky and speak openly. President Edgar, the Yamato Consortium represents the oldest and most orthodox families in Japan. We will never allow a balance-destroying agent like Compound No. 5 to flow into Japan."
Genji closed the folding fan, tapped the table gently, leaned forward slightly, and his eyes became sharp.
"Japan has its own order and protectors. Vought International attempts to occupy our market with those artificially catalyzed cheap heroes. This is not only trampling on our tradition, but also a serious provocation to our safety bottom line."
The air in the conference room seemed to become a little colder with these words of Genji.
The withered old man standing behind him had his withered lips moving slightly, and a pair of cloudy eyes glanced back and forth at Lynn and John.
John stood next to Lynn, his brows furrowed slightly.
In his super sense, these guys in suits exuded a smell that made him very uncomfortable, like a pile of moldy dead wood placed in a dark corner.
Moreover, the old man's heartbeat sounded strange, almost too slow to sound like a living person, and the sound of blood flowing also had a sticky and dull sound.
Lynn leaned back on the chair calmly, picked up the pure water on the table in front of him and took a sip.
He turned the glass in his hand, intending to first see how Edgar and these Onmyōji were going to confront each other at this negotiation table.
Stan·Edgar was sitting in the main seat, with no expression of irritation on his face due to the threat from Genji.
He is like an actuary who is used to seeing the ups and downs of Wall Street, his eyes are calm and even a little cold.
"Tradition is a very expensive word, Mr. Genji."
Edgar folded his hands on the table and said in a low and steady voice, "In this era, no one can stop the progress of the times. Compound V is not provoking you, but helping you adapt to the future. Vought International is happy to establish a joint venture with Yamato Conglomerate. We only have 40% of the profit. This is already a very generous condition."
"Edgar President, you don't seem to understand what I said."
Genji The smile on his face disappeared. He suddenly closed the folding fan in his hand and knocked it on the solid wood conference table with a muffled sound.
"Those freaks who are catalyzed by potions are vulnerable to the true descendants of gods. We don't need your profits, and we will not allow you to bring that dirty product into our territory. We are sitting here today, not to discuss cooperation, but to issue a notice."
As Genji finished speaking, the air in the conference room suddenly became strange.
The central air conditioner, which originally maintained a constant temperature of 24 degrees, seemed to have lost its effect in an instant, and a biting chill spread from the haggard old man's body.
It was not a simple drop in temperature, but a coldness with a decaying air, like the moisture emanating from the bottom of an ancient well covered with moss in late autumn.
Madelyn, who was sitting behind Edgar, couldn't help but shudder and subconsciously crossed his arms.
Edgar Although his expression remained unchanged, his slightly furrowed brows still revealed his physical discomfort.
Lynn held the water cup and watched as tiny ripples began to appear on the originally calm water surface in the cup.
It was some invisible energy vibrating in the air.
He didn't understand Onmyōdō, but he could also guess that this old man was using some small means of pressure to try to give Vought International's top executives a showdown at the negotiation table and let them see the horror of the so-called "traditional power".
However, they obviously found the wrong person.
John, who was standing next to Lynn, tilted his head slightly.
The boy Azure stared at the haggard old man.
In John's super sense, the thick blood flow in the old man's body suddenly accelerated, and there were some gray, mist-like things in the surrounding air. It was these things that made the room cold.
John doesn't like this feeling, and he doesn't like this cold breath floating on Lynn.
The boy didn't make any unnecessary movements, he just quietly took half a step forward, blocking the side and front of Lynn.
Immediately afterwards, an indescribably pure biological force field emanated from John's small body.
There are no gorgeous lights and shadows, nor deafening sounds, only the most primitive and domineering sense of physical oppression.
Lynn The water in the cup returned to calm instantly.
But the haggard old man, who had been pretending to be a ghost with his eyes half closed, turned pale in an instant.
He opened his eyes suddenly, his cloudy eyeballs filled with incredible fear, staring intently at the beautiful boy with blond hair and blue eyes in front of him.
In the old man's sight, what he saw in front of him was not an eight-year-old child at all, but an active volcano on the verge of erupting.
That aura of pure violence and destruction abruptly shattered the Onmyōdō style he had condensed.
"Grandpa, you're making the room too cold."
John looked at the old man with a sunny and harmless smile on his face, "Lynn doesn't like too cold an environment. If you are sick and can't control yourself, I can help you call Medical Department."
A gasping sound came from the old man's throat, like a bellows. His withered fingers gripped the back of the chair, but he couldn't even utter a complete sentence.
He could feel that if he dared to mobilize any more strength, the smiling boy would crush his bones one by one in an instant.
Genji, who was sitting in front, also noticed something was wrong.
He looked back at Elder, who had a high status in his family, and found that the old man was already covered in cold sweat, and his originally straight back was hunched over uncontrollably.
Genji's heart suddenly sank. He turned his head again and stared at John.