No matter which world, the generation gap is always a major social problem.

Even Lyon, who is almost full of charm, can\'t integrate into the two wonderful worlds of little Harry and little Peter.

Therefore, after a brief chat with the two, Lyon was left by the two and returned to the state of drinking alone again.

Fortunately, the party started at the right time

"Ladies and gentlemen, let\'s give a round of applause to welcome tonight\'s host, Mr. Osborne!"

Introduced by a middle-aged man, Norman Osborne, with a high spirited smile, slowly walked down the second floor holding the handrail of the stairs.

In the wide hall, deafening applause began to ring.

Many guests have their eyes on the owner of Osborne group.

Envy, envy, worship, longing

Lyon, standing by the bar, saw everyone\'s purpose and motivation from the eyes of these people.

Some people come here to seek cooperation with Osborne group; Some people come here to please Osborne; Others were invited.

Leon is the third kind.

However, he didn\'t just come to the party, have a drink and leave.

You know, he still has a task

Thinking of this, Lyon suddenly felt that he could not immerse himself in such a relaxed party atmosphere. It was time to find a place where no one was and have a private chat with Norman Osborne.

He said so, but when he saw the crowd around Norman Osborne, he felt that now was not the time.

So he shrugged, turned around, sat in front of the bar and continued to enjoy his third martini.

However, before he found Osborne, Osborne found him first.

"Mr. Coulson!"

A cry behind him awakened Leon from the brilliance in the glass.

Turning around, Leon saw a face holding Zhizhu and was looking at him with a smile.

"Oh, Mr Osborne, just call me Lyon."

Norman Osborne was stunned and immediately changed his mind: "Leon, I\'m glad you could come. I thought you, a busy man, would be unable to attend because of your work..."

The two reached out and shook hands.

"You\'re joking. No matter how busy my work is, I can\'t be as busy as you, the president of the group." Lyon smiled and held up his glass. "Besides, if I know that there are so many good wines in your wine cellar, I will certainly come as promised even if I lose my job."

"Hahaha, if you like, we can go to the wine cellar to see my collection?"

Lyon raised his eyebrows and then burst into a charming smile: "I\'d love to!"

"This way, please!"

I didn\'t expect the chance to have a chat so soon

Leaving the luxurious hall of the villa and away from the disturbance of the party, Lyon followed Norman Osborne through a yellow corridor, turned left and right to the underground wine cellar of Osborne\'s house.

As soon as I entered the wine cellar, bursts of strong wine fragrance, just like, went into Lyon\'s nose.

Although he is not a wine tasting master. However, judging from the scale and decoration of the cellar, each bottle of wine here is enough to intoxicate drunkards.

However, at this time, Lyon was more concerned about not the wine in the cellar, but the opportunity to be alone with Norman Osborne.

Lyon glanced at the bodyguard not far away, then said, "I have a question. I want to ask you, Mr. Osborne. I wonder if you can tell me the truth?"

"Oh? You said."

Norman Osborne seems to have noticed that Lyon came to the cellar with him not for the good wine here, but for something to tell him.

Lyon took out a bottle of wine from Domaine de la romanee conti from the wine rack on one side. While appreciating the color in the bottle by the light of the cellar, Lyon whispered, "you must know my identity."

"In addition to congratulating you on your birthday, I also want to ask you about the details of the last kidnapping."

Hearing Lyon\'s words, Norman Osborne gradually wrinkled his eyebrows and dissipated his smile: "isn\'t that thing over?"

"Yes. But according to our investigation, it\'s not as simple as it seems."

Put the wine in his hand back to the wine rack. Lyon turned his back to Osborne and continued: "obviously, the target of this kidnapping incident was not money from the beginning, but a scientific research project being developed by Osborne group."

"Cross racial inheritance, am I right?"

As soon as the voice fell, his whole body turned around.

Norman Osborne just looked into Leon\'s eyes quietly and kept smiling as usual. It seemed that he had acquiesced.

Four eyes are opposite. Lyon sees only calm from each other\'s eyes.

"Of course, what technology your group studies is your freedom and right, and we will never interfere." Lyon spread out his hands, paced to Osborne and said in a low tone: "however, I think other people besides you seem to like the value of this technology."

"So, I thought, do you know anyone who is as interested in this technology as you..."

"Any clues are very helpful to our investigation."

As the kidnapped party, Norman Osborne was more urgent than Lyon\'s agency to find out who was behind it.

However, he has no clue

Since the other party wants to help him investigate and provide some help, it will benefit him without harm.

"Sorry, I don\'t know."

"This project called" cross ethnic genetics "is a new research project just proposed by Dr. Curtis. Moreover, the research content has never been published. Only Dr. Curtis and I know the research process of the whole project."

"In my opinion, Dr. Curtis doesn\'t have to do this."

"So, I can\'t figure out who wants this technology without too many research results..."

From the conversation, Lyon did not get too many clues from Osborne.

In order not to arouse the other party\'s disgust, he soon gave up the idea of continuing to ask: "well... Well, disturb your interest."

"Nothing. Let\'s continue to enjoy the party?"

Leaving the cellar, Lyon said goodbye to Osborne by urinating.

Instead of returning to the party immediately, he walked down the corridor to the garden of the house.

Take a deep breath, fresh air, through the nose, into the lungs.

Looking at the stars in the night sky, Lyon felt that this test was not successful - he didn\'t get any information about the suspect.

Just then, standing on the balcony and holding the guardrail, Leon\'s eyes suddenly coagulated and his vision shot somewhere in the garden:

"What\'s that?!"