"Is this your private kingdom?"
Wearing a white restraint suit, Magneto took the elevator all the way to the top floor of Umbrella's main building. This was Sean's private domain; even Dr. Connors or Gwen would not come here to disturb him without good reason.
The leader of the Brotherhood immediately spotted the young man standing before the glass curtain wall. As one of the veteran powerhouses among Mutants, even though he had now become the other's prisoner, he still maintained the prideful bearing of a king, unwilling to wag his tail at an enemy without dignity.
Ever since escaping the concentration camp and breaking free from Sebastian Shaw's control, Erik Lehnsherr had secretly sworn that he would never bow or kneel to anyone again.
"As you can see, this is my kingdom alone—private territory that cannot be violated."
Sean turned around with a smile and gestured for the old man to sit. An ice bucket sat on the long table, holding two bottles of Munich Beer, surrounded by fruit baskets and fine dishes, as though a lavish dinner was about to begin.
"I hope this reception does not fall short of your status."
A gentle smile hung on the young man's face as he said softly, "The Mutant Registration Act has begun to roll out. In just one week, more than two hundred Mutants have registered at the 'reception centers' specially established by the human government. New York, Los Angeles, Washington, Chicago... every day, Mutants are publicly revealing their identities."
"Under arrangements made by the government and me, they have received stable jobs and have also been included in the social welfare system. Before long, they will be able to live just like ordinary people."
Osborn Industries and Umbrella alone certainly could not absorb such a large number of