I'm rubbing the masked knight in the United States

"Okay, I won't pretend anymore, I'm showing my cards.

I am the boss of Fantasy Company and Nebula Films. "

Edward still didn't change his lazy look.

Seeing this made Jack's eyes itch with hatred. This bastard had been dragging them into a trap. He was with Doom and the others.

Matilda looked at Edward with more awe, and hatred.

In the eyes of Quicksilver, Gambit and others, this was a sign of Edward's confidence. Little Nina couldn't help but clapped her hands, "He's so handsome, I want to learn from him."

"Can you learn some lessons?" Wanda poked the little girl's head angrily. Her lazy look made her want to hit her, okay?

Emma remained silent instead. She suddenly felt like she was being used.

Emma revisited the development of the matter, and Edward was the one who took the initiative when she was bullied. As for the follow-up, they provoked step by step, and Edward was forced to accept the move.

The only strange thing about him is that he did not stop it, but instead allowed the incident to develop. Later, he let himself leave, which minimized his influence in the incident and increased his own influence to the greatest extent.

Was he just following the trend?

Emma was haunted by the idea that she was being used, but she had an inexplicable premonition, telling her that this was not the case, and that a certain point that she noticed but ignored was the key.

But, what is it?

Edward lazily patted his neck in the middle of the field, "It seemed like it was a tie just now, right? I don't know if I can vote."

In silence, Martin, Tom and others smelled a hint of gunpowder. He could mediate or expel directly. Although this was detrimental to face, it always left some room for action, but in this case

"According to the rules, it is possible." Osborn walked to a table not far away, took a glass of champagne, and handed it to the spirit butterfly next to him

"But don't you really think about it, Miss Braddock?"

To leave some room, or to tear the skin.

Young people don't know the heights of the heavens and the earth, they must know what it means to do so.

If he doesn't know, let those who know decide.

Lingdie chuckled and took the champagne and handed it to Edward, "He is the boss, I have no room for decision-making."

Edward took the champagne and shook it lightly, "They put forward the vote first, so there is a beginning and an end."

"You really don't think about it carefully, Mr. Ed?" Osborne's eyes narrowed in a dangerous arc.

"Oh, say hello to little Osborn for me, Riot studio is in my hands now, it seems that his financing plan is not more attractive than mine." Edward saluted Osborn, and took a sip.

There is no end to the new hatred and to fill in the old one.

In the rear, some sighed, some sneered, and some gasped. Edward's attitude was already very clear.

Osborne smiled as if nothing had happened. He was not interested in Riot, but the little guy at home wanted to operate the company, so he offered to help. He never expected that Riot Studio would resolutely reject it.

Later, riot studio gave a small part of the plan, which made the little guy admire it.

It doesn't sound like hatred, and his skills are not as good as others, but after all, he robbed him of the food in the pot. Since Edward has an idea, let's start.

"Then, I vote for me to stay." Edward shook the empty champagne goblet in the direction of Matilda and the others.

"at the same time."

Matilda and the others tensed up. They wanted to kick the host out of the venue. This kind of operation can only be done by crushing the game. It is impossible to succeed evenly. They were already prepared to fail.

"Since everyone has the idea of ​​kicking me out of here, it must be me and my banquet that have provoked everyone's dislike.

Since the two look at each other and hate each other, it is better to be out of sight and out of mind.

Everyone, please leave. "

The onlookers were in an uproar, and some students who were not deeply involved in the world only felt that Edward was happy and enmity, so they clapped their hands and applauded.

But those who were more mature frowned. This was almost a war with the capital of half of New York City. Edward's company had just been established and its foundation was stable. Now it has made too many enemies. After all, it is Edward who is in trouble, not them.

Even Tom and others did not expect Edward to be so decisive.

This is really a trap set up by him, Doom and others. It has already been concluded.

"You are serious"

"Oh, I forgot." Edward slapped the back of his head suddenly, and looked at Tom who was asking apologetically, "I'm not just talking about the dance party, including the next door."

The noise around him became even louder. Was Edward determined to offend someone?

Edward yawned again and added, "If you don't leave, do you want the security to invite you?"

The security guards who had been shouted by Jack one after another but disappeared, appeared one after another at this moment and surrounded the crowd from all directions.

"Dad." Jack grabbed Tom's sleeve, glanced at Matilda unconsciously from the corner of his eye, and sighed in his heart. He was obviously about to gain sweet love and end his long-distance love race, but why, why did this happen?

"what should we do"

It's not necessarily clear that if someone kicked him out personally, it would be a shame to stay.

After all, they can only go.

"Dad, why don't we call someone." Martin next to him said unconvinced, "Call Uncle Turner and the others together, wouldn't it mean there are more people?"

"Shut up." Old Martin looked at Martin resentfully. He almost believed that this was a game that Edward and Jin had negotiated. It is a signal flare for the alternation of old and new capital.

But he didn't expect that his son would take the initiative to get in

They are both young people, why is there such a big gap?

"Dad" Matilda lowered her eyelids and almost didn't dare to raise her head to face the eyes of her best friends.

"Cough, let's go." Old Matilda sighed and got up first.

His reaction was smoother than everyone thought, and they all thought that the situation was not as low as the necessity of human beings, but only old Matilda knew it, and he just didn't care.

How can even the Source Project save their family's lives under the siege of Hydra? If not, no matter how much face is lost in this farce, it won't matter.

Just a dying person.

Old Matilda walked calmly, passing Edward without even looking at him.

Matilda bit her lip unwillingly, but she could only lower her head, holding the old Matilda's arm, and left quickly, but the seeds of anger and resentment were hidden in her drooping eyelids.

"Eliza" Jack called softly, but he didn't dare to chase her out.

"Shut up." Old Tom glared at his son resentfully, and together with Old Martin, got up and left the venue with a few unconvinced juniors.

For a while, the crowd was surging.

A group of well-known big shots, bosses and CEOs commonly seen on TV, were driven out by their hosts like this.

They couldn't help but quicken their pace.

"Step on" them and take a step, and the hotel's security will take a step closer.

If driving them out means tearing their faces apart, then the attitude of fearing that they will remain shameless is to put their faces on the ground and trample them back and forth.

"Haha, I just went home to accompany my son. If that's the case, I won't be here soon." Osborne patted Edward on the shoulder, shook hands with Lingdie, and left gracefully.

"Win." Little Nina's voice still didn't restrain, and everyone could hear it.

"Win." Someone replied, and the audience cheered like a brave man defeating a dragon.

Only Edward, who leaned lazily on the table by himself, yawned again, as if it had nothing to do with him, and he didn't care about the so-called victory.