He used superhuman strength to conquer all of American comics!

When Jordan found out.

That's the killer who recently struck fear into the hearts of the entire city of New York, using superpowers to carry out a series of terrorist attacks and blow off the heads of dozens of people.

At this moment, she appeared before him in a grand manner, dressed as a glamorous and respected female senator, and even righteously criticized the superhuman terrorist attack.

One moment he used his superpowers to massacre the city hall, the next he turned around and promoted himself.

Jordan suddenly felt a chill run through his body, and his hair stood on end.

How is this any different from a devil in human skin?

If it weren't for Los being there, Jordan would have been terrified and wanted to run away on the spot.

At this high-profile banquet.

As Newman delivered his public speech about superhumans, many officials and wealthy people immediately burst into applause, dispelling the panic that had just filled the banquet.

"Indeed, we must suppress this superhuman arrogance!"

"Ms. Newman, it's all up to you!"

"If you run for vice president, I will sponsor your application!"

Surrounded by high-society figures, Newman, with a faint, elegant smile, controlled the pace of the banquet.

At this time.

She spotted Jordan in the crowd at the banquet behind her and immediately walked over.

Jordan took a deep breath, gripped Los's arm, and calmly resumed his poker face, showing no emotion.

Newman only glanced at Los, his attention was entirely on Jordan.

She approached and smiled, "You must be Jordan Lee, the young billionaire and head of Steel Body Industries."

Jordan wanted to imply that he was just an employee, and that Ross, who appeared to be his male companion, was the real boss.

But she held back and calmly said, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Newman."

Newman politely asked Los, "Could we speak alone for a moment?"

"no problem."

Los casually agreed, patted Jordan lightly on the back, and turned to leave.

Jordan felt like crying, as if he had been traded.

of course.

She understood what Los meant by patting her back; it meant he had always been standing behind her.

Be brave, Jordan, just charge forward!

The banquet was held in a private reception room at the hotel.

"Please feel free to sit down. This hotel is one of the properties owned by my supporters."

Newman closed the door and let Jordan sit down on the sofa.

She, as the hostess, sat on the sofa opposite Jordan with an air of confidence and elegance.

"Would you like something to drink?"

She picked up a glass of red wine, swirled it gently, and took a small sip.

Jordan looked at the red wine, remembering the blood that hadn't dried inside the city hall, and shook his head. "No need."

Newman said politely, "I have a deep connection with Godotkin University and have been friends with the current president, Intila, for many years. I never expected to have such an outstanding student as you in this year's class."

Jordan remained unmoved.

She watched Newman quietly, trying to figure out what he was really up to.

Newman smiled and said, "You applied for the Lamplighter's Crime-Fighting Academy, you want to be a hero too, right? I can help you, joining the Seven in the future isn't impossible!"

Joining the Seven was indeed Jordan's dream.

But that's no longer the case.

Jordan maintained his indifferent, poker face, and carefully asked, "What price will I have to pay?"

"It's not you who pays the price, it's our powerful alliance!"

Newman put down his wine glass and said bluntly, "I need the support of Steel Industries to help me run for vice president next year."

Jordan responded: "Body of Steel is just a regular technology company."

No, no.

Newman shook his head and said, "The assistive devices you are currently mass-producing are very authoritative among people with disabilities. What I'm thinking is to make some slight modifications and upgrades so that your industry can enter the arms industry."

Jordan narrowed his eyes. The current steel auxiliary limbs were actually defective products obtained by disassembling and weakening the steel armor.

The complete and unweakened steel armor is itself a groundbreaking and top-notch military creation!

Jordan immediately declined: "I'm sorry, Ms. Newman, I'm just an executive manager; I can't make decisions about the company's future direction..."

She hadn't finished speaking.

A drop of dark red liquid floated in front of my eyes.

Jordan stared wide-eyed at the red liquid that floated up into the air above the reception room as Newman's fingers twitched gently.

That wasn't red wine, but fresh blood that smelled of rust!

"I forgot to tell you earlier."

Newman smiled slightly, manipulating the blood as he elegantly said, "Actually, I am also a member of the superhumans."

Is this... a complete abandonment of pretense?

Jordan's heart skipped a beat.

The image of dozens of headless corpses in the city hall flashed through her mind, and her hands on her lap clenched tightly involuntarily.

Is it just my imagination?

Jordan felt his body heating up, and the blood in his veins began to surge restlessly.

Just as Newman was about to continue speaking and put more pressure on Jordan.

Jordan's poker face suddenly crumbled, and he said with a mournful expression, "Boss, the pressure is too much, I can't take it anymore!"

Snapped!

The door opened with a click, and a tall young man walked in.

Newman frowned and dropped the drop of blood he had just manipulated into floating into a wine glass.

Jordan looked pitifully at Los as he walked into the reception room.

Los simply said, "Then let's change the player."

Jordan immediately felt relieved, got up from the sofa, and walked straight out of the reception room.

Los then sat down on the sofa where Jordan had just been sitting, with one foot propped up on the low mahogany table and his legs crossed.

He shrugged and took the initiative, saying, "Let's continue our conversation, Ms. Newman."

Newman frowned. "I just want to speak with the head of Steel Body Industries."

Ross nodded and said matter-of-factly, "Didn't you hear what Jordan called me just now? Steel Body Industries is mine."

"your?"

Newman stared at Los in astonishment.

She had initially thought that Steel Body Industries might be the business of Jordan's parents, or some old men on Wall Street.

Unexpectedly, it turned out to be a teenager who looked even younger than Jordan?

Before Newman could think further, Los continued, "What would you like to drink? I've already bought this hotel, so it's on me."

Newman fell silent; the other party didn't seem to be bluffing at all.

Just to support Jordan, is it really necessary to buy the entire hotel?

This goes beyond being described as having deep pockets; it's pure financial power!

"Who exactly are you?"

Newman stared intently at Los.

After careful examination.

She suddenly felt that the other person looked familiar, as if she had seen the young man somewhere before.

"Who they are, you'll find out if you try."

Los leaned forward slightly, calmly looking at Newman. "Ms. Newman, I'll give you one chance. See if you can blow my head off."

These words were spoken softly, yet they exploded like a thunderclap on the spot.

Newman's mind went blank, and fear surged from the depths of his heart like a tidal wave.

How did the other person know that she was the woman who got her head blown off?

Driven by fear, she almost subconsciously used her abilities to manipulate the other person's blood!

Battle is imminent.