Marvel: Starting with the Glint-Glint Fruit.

Chapter 104 Our Choice Was Terrible, Natasha (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

As Matthew spoke, he gestured for Ivan to sit down.

In the center of the stone pavilion is a stone table and several stone benches.

The stone pavilion isn't very big, but it offers a wide view.

Several maids came over, carrying fruit and tea, which were neatly arranged. They then bowed respectfully and stepped back, standing at a distance outside the stone pavilion, ready to serve at any time.

This villa is from Drekoff.

Matthew rarely comes.

However, I feel it would be a shame to sell it, so I'll just leave it here, and it just so happens that I can use it this time.

"What do you want me to do?"

Ivan asked, frowning.

Although the young Westerner was very mild-mannered when he first met Matthew, he still felt somewhat intimidated.

This fear stemmed from Matthew himself.

This is very strange and counterintuitive.

Ivan was an unruly person from a young age; to use a metaphor, he was a fierce Siberian hamster.

They can pretend to be honest and kind in normal times, but in reality they are ruthless and violent.

They can eliminate anyone they don't like anytime, anywhere.

What are superiors, what are billionaires? They mean nothing to him. If he wanted to, he could kill them without hesitation.

But Ivan found himself unable to muster any ferocity towards Matthew.

This phenomenon has made Ivan somewhat uneasy, but he is forcibly suppressing it from showing on his face.

However, Ivan didn't expect that Matthew wasn't a normal person, even though he thought he had disguised himself very well.

Even without using Observation Haki, Ivan's every move and subtle change in expression could not escape Matthew's eyes.

"I've said it before, I need your knowledge. I need you to teach me your expertise in your strongest areas." Matthew didn't call me out on it, but paused before continuing, "In return, you can make one request of me."

"Any request is acceptable?" Ivan scoffed.

He suddenly felt that Matthew was very arrogant.

"As long as I can do it."

Ivan remained silent.

Based on this simple conversation, he had a good impression of Matthew, without the arrogance and contempt of someone in a superior position.

The most basic respect is the equality that strangers show when communicating with each other.

He was simply instinctively wary of the strange changes the other person was bringing to him.

"What if I want my father to live a healthy life?"

Ivan tried to make a request.

"Sure, that's not difficult."

"You have to understand that my father is old and has accumulated many illnesses. Ordinary medical methods cannot treat him and restore his health." Ivan was skeptical.

His father was in good physical condition, but the pressure of living in hiding with him in his early years broke him down.

This includes persistent obsessions and gloom in one's mind.

My father's illness stems not only from physical ailments but also from psychological ones.

"I have some methods that go beyond conventional medical treatment, so your father's injury is not a problem," Matthew said with a slight smile.

Putting aside the healing fruit, the science and technology department hasn't been sitting idly by since the super gene serum was fully developed.

They also used this to research corresponding antiviral serums, treatment agents, etc., and it was assigned to the medical department.

Many clinical trials have yielded excellent results, showing that it not only replenishes the body due to aging but also accelerates the healing and repair of injuries.

Melina's side is planning to develop a weakened version and combine it with Kara's medical industry to make a little money.

Why should I believe you?

Ivan asked the key question.

"That's your choice, Mr. Ivan. Life offers many choices, but whether you make the right decision will determine the course of your future."

Matthew raised his teacup and took a sip.

Hmm, the taste is not bad.

His respect for knowledge does not mean that Ivan and his son are irreplaceable.

To put it bluntly, Matthew's choice of Ivan was truly the most important decision Ivan had ever made in his life.

He offered Ivan another path, and at this fork in the road, he decided which path Ivan would take.

"I agree."

Ivan stared intently at Matthew, for some reason, he had a very strong, unsettling feeling.

It was so strong that he chose to believe.

"Great, you'll thank yourself for your choice today."

"Our choice was terrible, Natasha."

On the streets of Hell's Kitchen, New York, looking at the pedestrians around him, Nigley complained to Natasha.

After wiping out the vampires at the Temple of Eternal Night, Reicher, Bucky, and Roseco took Deacon, whose memories had been altered by Negri, and left.

It's said that he contacted the head of assets in New York and then went to do some other things.

Of course, Nigley didn't ask what he was doing.

They returned to New York with Natasha, Jessica, and Skye, and had a late-night snack at a nice-looking 24-hour restaurant.

Then Negri was stunned.

Because it was a fast food chain, they enthusiastically chose what they called McDonald's chicken strips, some fried food, English dishes and traditional Japanese food, including Nordic and Eastern European cuisine.

Unexpectedly, all the dishes they chose were terrible, with bizarre and varied flavors, making them almost impossible to swallow.

This applies to every single dish.

So much so that Negril wondered if they had made the wrong choice, or if all the food at that chain restaurant was just that bad.

Negri wasn't a big fan of food; after all, he was a soldier and had eaten the most mundane dishes.

But bland and unpalatable are two completely different concepts.

Even pig feed tastes better than that stuff.

Therefore, Negri had to blacklist the chain store.

"It was your choice, Nigley." Natasha wasn't taking the blame; it was clearly Nigley who chose the store, so how did it become "us"?

"OK, OK, it's my choice."

Negri raised his hands in surrender, and especially when he felt the gazes from Jessica and Skye, he immediately changed the subject: "So where do we go find that purple bastard now?"

As they spoke, the four arrived at an apartment building, and Jessica led the others inside.

"He should be called Purple Man, not Purple Bastard."

Skye retorted seriously.

He had seen that guy with the very strange and terrifying abilities. He had normal skin, was quite handsome, and wore a purple suit, which was very eye-catching.

"I said you're a purple bastard, and you're a purple bastard, you little brat."

Negri got angry, grabbed Skye and tucked her head under his arm, then clenched his other fist and spun Skye's forehead hard with his middle finger sticking out.

"I was wrong, I was wrong, please forgive me, Sister Negley."

The throbbing pain from the top of her head immediately made Skye cower, and she struggled and begged for mercy.

"Hmph, don't question Commander Negley's words, Private Skye."

Negri then released his grip and glared fiercely at the girl rubbing her head.