Marvel: Starting with the Glint-Glint Fruit.

Matthew's appearance stunned the Black Widows, leaving them speechless for a moment.

His gaze swept across the entire room.

Finally, he looked at Raiche and asked, "Why all this formality?"

"You're the boss, you should get to know your employees," Rachel said pointedly.

Matthew is undoubtedly a good boss; he is never stingy when it comes to compensation. However, the problem is that he doesn't like to manage things.

Being able to delegate authority is a good thing; trusting his subordinates proves that Matthew has considerable confidence and courage.

The problem is that he delegated too much authority.

As a result, apart from a few core members like Reicher, he had hardly met any of his other subordinates, and many new recruits had never met Matthew either.

Matthew isn't some behind-the-scenes boss who needs to maintain an air of mystery to preserve his authority.

Negri had complained about Matthew quite a bit about this.

Rachel understood that these Black Widows were one of the core elements of Matthew's future plans.

Of course we should meet.

At the same time, this approach eliminates the unease of these Black Widows.

Matthew agreed with this.

As for the slight complaint that Rai Che sensed with his Observation Haki, he pretended not to see it and would find an opportunity to teach this roughneck a lesson later.

Let him understand what the boss's authority is like. How dare a lowly employee criticize the boss? He'll have to be given the 996 work schedule from now on.

After secretly noting down Rachel's complaints about him in his notebook, Matthew stepped forward, closed the distance, and looked at the group of Black Widows.

"My name is Matthew Brown, and I'm your future boss."

"Your former nightmare, Drekoff, is dead. From now on, you will no longer be controlled or enslaved, and you will no longer have to live in nightmares."

"You have lost too much. The past experiences are painful memories, but don't forget them, because the pain of the past will become the driving force for your future progress."

"Now, no one can control your lives anymore, except me." Matthew changed the subject, his tone slightly playful, which made the Black Widows, who were listening attentively, unconsciously smile.

"I respect your choice. This is your last chance. You still have a chance to forget the past, leave here, and start a new life. We will not stop you, just like the Black Widows who left."

Matthew paused briefly after speaking, then continued, "But if you choose to stay, you will still face a bloodbath."

"Your hands are still stained with blood, but you will also become stronger and step into a brand new battlefield. The enemies you face may be human, demons, or beings you have never seen before. You may die."

"Ladies, please begin your selection now."

After saying that, he fell silent and waited for the Black Widows to make their choice.

After becoming the BOSS, Matthew mastered the art of PUA without any formal instruction.

This is a skill that those in positions of power must possess.

Of course, some people are genuinely PUAs; they don't actually deliver the promises they make, but they will.

Whether it was Natasha, Melina, or anyone else, no one expected Matthew to suddenly say these things, and they were filled with mixed feelings.

Do they want to let go of the past?

They had considered that they too would tire of that damned spy life. Before Matthew arrived, Rachel had given them a choice, but they ultimately chose to stay.

Perhaps it was out of gratitude towards them, or perhaps it was confusion, or lack of courage to completely forget the past.

Regardless, they wavered at times, but did not choose to leave.

After waiting for a while, no one chose to leave.

Matthew sensed through his Observation Haki that the girls' emotions were gradually becoming more resolute, and he raised an eyebrow.

He couldn't guess what these Black Widows were thinking, but he didn't dwell on it too much.

"OK, ladies, here comes your first task upon joining the company."

Matthew looked serious.

Rachel frowned slightly, looking somewhat puzzled; he couldn't figure out what Matthew was thinking.

Melina and the others were also a little confused, but they listened attentively nonetheless.

To everyone's surprise, Matthew suddenly changed the subject, patted his stomach, and said with a bitter face, "I've been eating nothing but beef and mutton for the past month, and I'm already tired of it. So ladies, your task is to cook your best dish to please your boss."

Everyone was speechless for a moment.

"Haha, come on, ladies and gentlemen, let's start a grand banquet, forget the past for a while, forget the future, and enjoy the present!" Matthew shouted with his arms outstretched, full of unrestrained pride.

But then the group exchanged glances with their companions, smiled, and started shouting and even whistling.

The originally serious atmosphere vanished, replaced by liveliness and joy.

Reichel smiled too, looking at Matthew with satisfaction.

Whether it's a genuine insight into people's hearts or just his nature, Matthew did a great job this time, managing to eliminate all negative emotions and deepen the emotional connection.

..........

Baltimore, Maryland.

A tall, slightly aged Black man wearing a gray coat was walking down the street carrying groceries he had bought from a supermarket.

Maryland’s temperatures are pleasant in February, and the snow left over from the previous month has long since disappeared.

There weren't many pedestrians on the street.

This place is quite remote, and most of the residents are elderly people.

"Hey, John."

"Hey Bradley, I caught a big fish this morning, wanna come over and have some?"

"No, I still need to clean the house today; there's dust all over the corners."

"Alright, old buddy, be careful not to strain your back like I did."

"Haha, I can't."

An elderly Black man was passing by his neighbor's house when he saw his neighbor, Old John, who was just taking out the trash. They chatted happily for a few minutes before heading towards his own house.

His home is an old two-story brick and wood structure with a front porch and red brick steps.

The surrounding area consists of low-rise detached houses.

It seemed very quiet.

As usual, just as he was about to take out his key to open the door, his expression suddenly changed slightly.

He paused slightly, but still inserted the key, turned it, and opened the door.

However, he didn't go in; instead, he turned around and looked behind him.

A car stopped on the side of the lawn at some point.

Two people got out of the car, a man and a woman. When he saw one of them, the seemingly gentle and quiet old black man suddenly exuded an unimaginable ferocity.

It was like a sleeping lion awakening.

His gaze was fixed on the tall, well-built man dressed in a simple black leather jacket and jeans.

He remembered that face.

His gaze shifted downwards and fell upon the other person's left hand, which was gloved with black leather.

"Is your metal lump fixed again?"

The old black man said coldly.

"Long time no see, old friend."