Marvel: Starting with the Glint-Glint Fruit.

A fierce wind rushed by, and Marco Hoxha suddenly felt a sense of foreboding. He forced his eyes open despite the stinging pain, and in the blurry golden world, a figure seemed to dart past him like a ghost, moving so fast that only afterimages could be seen.

As the light dimmed and Marco Hoxha adjusted to the dizzying scene, the still clear image before his eyes, though blurry, left him stunned.

Because all of his dozen or so men in the living room had collapsed to the ground, and from their horribly twisted angles, it was clear that their necks had all been broken.

The girls were unharmed, covering their eyes and instinctively screaming in fear.

Of course, there was also a stranger standing in front of them, wearing a black jacket, T-shirt, jeans, and a baseball cap.

The light was too bright, and Marco Hoxha's vision remained blurry, making it difficult to make out the stranger's face. However, this did not stop him from cautiously reaching for the gun he carried on his waist.

However, just as his hand touched the gun handle tucked into his waistband, a finger pressed against his forehead, causing him to stiffen and break out in a cold sweat.

The fear that rose unconsciously within him was like a tidal wave engulfing him; at this moment, he felt only oppression and suffocation.

Marco Hoxha was never short of ruthlessness. Growing up in a gang family, bloodshed and brutality were ingrained in his genes, and he was not afraid of death.

Pain can turn a tough guy into a sissy, unless he has faith.

Marko Hoxha had no faith, or his faith was to plunder wealth through various violent means.

The stranger before him had killed more than a dozen of his men in an instant using incomprehensible means. He was powerful, mysterious, and possessed a kind of biological instinct that suppressed him, causing fear to spread uncontrollably within him.

"What do you want? I can give you anything."

He tried to persuade the other party to spare him by offering them benefits, but what he received in return was death.

A sharp pain shot through his brow, and darkness engulfed his consciousness. He died without ever seeing what the person who killed him looked like.

He couldn't understand why the other person wanted to kill him.

Bang! !

The body lay sprawled on the ground. The girls, having adjusted to the light, stared in horror at the figure's back. The sight of the corpses scattered on the ground was indeed quite visually impactful for them.

"Hey girls, do you mind if I blindfold you?"

A slightly hoarse voice broke the silence. The girls looked over and saw a woman wearing a green aviator jacket and jeans, her face obscured by a mask, waving her blindfold.

"Please, please don't hurt us."

"We're here to rescue you, of course we won't hurt you. Wear this, and we'll take you home. Cooperate a little, get some sleep, and forget about this experience."

Although the girls were scared, they were taken away without resistance.

Standing by the window, watching several vans take the innocent girls away, the woman removed her mask, revealing Negri's face.

"There are also girls being controlled in the room, who unfortunately have become addicted to drugs, severely addicted."

Nigley looked at the boy's profile, his tone filled with regret and anger.

Those girls' lives have been ruined.

Even if they manage to return home, the triple torment of drug addiction—psychological, physical, and emotional—makes it impossible for these girls to reintegrate into society, ultimately leading them to self-destruction.

"People's bottom line can always be lowered to a level beyond imagination."

Matthew sighed softly, then turned and left.

He sympathized with the girls, but the best outcome would be for Negri to send them to rehab. Whether they succumb to despair or break free and embrace a new life, it was all up to them. Matthew was neither a saint nor a god; he couldn't easily save everyone.

Matthew was very satisfied with the efficiency and ability that Negri displayed this time, so he officially hired Negri.

Negri didn't know why, perhaps she was satisfied with the qualities and methods Matthew had shown in the Paris incident, or perhaps it was because of Reichelt, but she readily accepted the offer.

As a former member of a special military investigation team, she possesses both an elite mind and physical skills.

She can't compare to a monster, but her experience and knowledge are exactly what Matthew needs.

The billion dollars that Paris reaped this time, once completely cleaned up, will probably only amount to less than seven hundred million under the best-case scenario.

It takes time.

He didn't intend to enjoy the money as wealth; instead, he planned to use it as start-up capital. In this day and age, this amount of money is considerable, but it's neither a lot nor a little. He needs to decide where to use the money based on the circumstances.

Ideally, he could purchase a legally qualified laboratory and hire scientists worldwide to work on research into nutritional supplements.

Matthew, however, was in no hurry to do so.

Nigley will investigate and contact scientists around the world to facilitate the formation of a research team in the future. As for nutritional supplements, their technological content is neither high nor low.

Matthew's nutritional needs far exceed those of the average person, exceeding ten times the average person's requirements.

In particular, as one's physique grows stronger, the nutrients and energy required for the medicine must also increase accordingly.

Building a dedicated research team for him is not difficult, but purchasing equipment and recruiting scientists takes time, especially since top biological scientists are not easy to recruit.

After all, such scientists usually have their own research projects, and ordinary laboratories are not favored.

Top talents are basically snapped up by the upper echelons.

However, Matthew did know a top genius, a genius in biology, medical chemistry, and other fields, not Tony Stark, that playboy.

His name is Hank McCoy, he is a mutant, and he is currently a teacher at the Xavier's Teen Mutant Academy.

Nickname: Beast.

Although he is a mutant, he is definitely one of the smartest people on Earth, and with his abilities, he can indeed formulate a nutritional supplement suitable for him.

There's a problem here, though, and that's Professor X, Charles.

Regardless of his character, Professor X is undoubtedly one of the most powerful telepaths in the world, simply in terms of ability. He can read a person's entire life memories in an instant and manipulate minds, among other things.

Matthew wasn't sure if the old guy would invade his memories the moment he saw him.

His memories of his past life and the system are absolute secrets, and he certainly cannot let others know about them.

Compared to ordinary people, Matthew's physical growth also led to his mental strength being far beyond that of ordinary people. However, compared to telepaths like Professor X, he did not feel that he could resist mental intrusion.

Matthew wouldn't gamble on something like this; Professor X wouldn't easily read other people's memories, and he wouldn't be so virtuous.

He prefers to be well-prepared to have the ability to cope, which is somewhat similar to the style of a certain bald black man who only trusts himself.

Therefore, what he needs to do next is awaken his domineering aura.