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Online news always travels faster than traditional media platforms. Tony Stark had just watched the live broadcast, and he had already found the relevant news webpage.

After just one glance, Qian Qian felt an evil fire rising in his heart.

Tony was right, Worthington Company had indeed made a big news. And for those who were more familiar with the internal ecology of the mutant group, this was simply a big mistake.

"The head of Worthington Corporation publicly stated in his speech: Mutants are a disease and they need treatment. There is no doubt that Worthington II's remarks will surely trigger a new wave of uproar among the North American mutant community.

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At present, the White House and the Department of Mutant Affairs have not expressed their views on this statement, but sporadic protests have occurred in some mutant gathering places, and some mutants believe that Worthington II's remarks are suspected of racial discrimination..."

Browsing through the news content, his eyes became colder.

There is no need to doubt the news sensitivity of American journalists, let alone their ability to fan the flames and add fuel to the fire. Even though it was already evening time in the United States, Worthington II's remarks still made the headlines of current affairs and social news immediately.

Xiang Xiang doesn't care what remarks Worthington II makes. Americans always flaunt freedom of speech. As a big capitalist, Worthington II is obviously freer than ordinary people - Worthington Company is a North American biological research and development company.

Giants in the pharmaceutical industry,

What angered Xiangqian the most was a research result released by Worthington II after he made his remarks.

"Mutant Gene Suppressant."

"The antidote for mutants, which perfectly relieves mutants from their suffering from mutation."

"We are communicating with the government to include pharmaceuticals in medical insurance."

"The promotion of pharmaceuticals is likely to receive financial support from the government."

After looking at the original words of Worthington II quoted in the news, I dialed the number of the legal department of Wude Group without expression.

"Did you see Worthington's press conference?" Qiang asked.

"I just saw that my colleagues were discussing..." the other person replied.

Xiang Xiang interrupted his subordinates: "There is no need to discuss too much. Now I want to confirm two things. First, did they notify us before they publicly released the product? Yes?"

"I just asked, and neither the president's office nor the company's general secretariat received any notification from Worthington Company in advance."

"Okay, then the second thing is, does Worthington Company violate the commercial contract signed with us by releasing products without authorization?" Xiang Xiang's tone did not change at all, but he looked at Worthington II's press conference on the web page.

In the photo, there is already a cold murderous intent in his eyes.

"Yes, our contract with Worthington Company has a clear product confidentiality clause. The mutant genetic medicine is a jointly developed product. Product information can only be released to the public with the knowledge and consent of both parties - they have breached the contract.

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"Then prepare the litigation materials immediately. Let the branch in the United States prepare. Once the materials are in place, we will sue immediately. I want to bankrupt Worthington II." There was murderous intent in Xiang Xiang's calm tone.

"Remember, what I want is not the kind of financial bankruptcy where I can continue to live in a villa and hold parties. What I want is for the father and son to have to pick up garbage in the slums for the rest of their lives!"

The person on the other side was hesitant: "Boss, this may be a bit difficult. It's just a breach of contract. At most, you have to pay some money. Unless Worthington Company causes more losses to shareholders, there is no way to bankrupt them."

"Just do as I say. You just need to ensure that you win the case, and others will handle the rest." Without further explanation, Xiang hung up the phone.

Causing more losses to shareholders? Xiang Qiang sneered secretly. Worthington II said so many stupid things, and he has a "weapon" that can pose a fundamental threat to mutants. How many days can he survive without a big blow?

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Does he think Professor

Before Xiang Qian could think of his next move, the phone rang again.

A number that is very familiar to me.

"Hello, professor." Xiangqian answered the phone.

The professor's slightly angry voice came from the microphone: "You lied to us, James."

"Are you talking about Worthington Company? I admit that I have deceived many people, and I also admit that I don't mind deceiving you at all when necessary, but I will never deceive Qin." Xiang Xiang said frankly, "In Worthington

I didn’t tell any lies about Hinton Company.”

The professor didn't mean to play word games with Qiang Qian. He went straight to the point: "You said that the medicine will not kill mutants, that's right. But this medicine will erase all mutant genes. For mutants, this medicine is equally dangerous.

, even more dangerous.”

"Yes, if they simply kill mutants, they may not dare to use it on a large scale. After all, it will be labeled as mass murder." Qiang sneered, "Put another way, gene therapy sounds much more pleasant.

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"James, is this also your attitude? Completely eradicate mutant genes?" Professor

Bear Professor X's wrath.

Moving forward but indifferent: "If it were Qin, she wouldn't ask such a stupid question. Professor, when you look at a person, can you only rely on your telepathy? Once the super power fails, you will not be able to judge accurately at all.

Alone? Then you are really disappointing."

"I must be responsible for my fellow mutants." Professor X said firmly.

Qianqian burst out laughing, not giving the professor any face: "Who are you responsible for, and who authorized you to be responsible? Did your fellow mutants vote for you?"

Xiang Xiang did not give the professor a chance to refute, he continued: "Mutational abilities look cool, but in fact we all know that there are very few people who can enjoy mutant abilities with minimal side effects - only about a hundred

A little more than 15%; the remaining 80% of mutants are either weak and unworthy of mentioning, or have insurmountable flaws."

"Why don't you ask if more than 80% of low-level mutants need genetic medicine? Why don't you ask the people around you, whether they are little naughty people, beasts, or others who can only take shelter?

Any mutant who can survive in x academy, are they willing to use potions?"

The forward series of questions easily knocked down Professor

Try to stop Eric's drastic actions."

"James, the current situation is very dangerous. Any wrong move will lead to serious confrontation between mutants and ordinary people."

Pouting his lips forward, he wanted to say: What does the confrontation between you North American mutants and ordinary people have to do with me? We are all in good shape at home. But now is not the time to break up with the X-Men. He targeted Worthington

The company's plans also require the help of the X-Men - whether they want to or not.

"I will leave for the United States tomorrow; Worthington's laboratory is located on Alcatraz Island. Have you all seen "Adventure on Alcatraz"? We can meet in San Francisco."

"Okay, see you then." The professor also gave up; they really need the help of Qianqian. After all, all the focus is on Worthington Company, and Xiangqian is Worthington Company's partner and major shareholder.

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I just hung up the phone from Professor

It's also the number of an acquaintance.

"Mr. Worthington, it's rare that you still remember to call me." Xiang Qian smiled so hard that he gritted his teeth.

What came from the headset was a slightly old voice, a little tired and a little eager: "Hello, Mr. Xiang, I'm sorry, but I have to talk to you."

"Let's talk, or is it necessary?" Xiang Xiang sneered, "Is the conversation with me really that important? Or, is it really necessary for us to have a conversation now?"

"Sorry, I don't quite understand what you mean...but the current situation..." The voice on the other end became awkward. But moving forward, he had no intention of letting the other person go easily.

"You can't understand what I mean? Do you need me to speak more clearly?" The forward voice suddenly raised its pitch by three points, "You think you have given birth to an angel in your family and you are God, so you are qualified to be the savior.

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