Alice snorted coldly, her figure surging once more.
She mounted Norman directly, her legs firmly locking his arms so he couldn't move.
Then, she raised her fists.
No fancy techniques, just pure, violent, high-frequency pummeling.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
The dull thuds of fists hitting flesh echoed in the study.
Every punch precisely avoided vital points, yet was capable of producing maximum pain.
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Norman was beaten until he saw stars, his nasal bone fractured, his eye sockets bruised; the original burst of violent power was shattered in the face of absolute technique and brutality.
"I am... a god..." Norman was still mumbling incoherently.
"God, my ass."
Alice picked up a Montblanc fountain pen from the floor, gripped it backhanded, and with lightning-fast movements, fiercely stabbed it toward the joint at the back of Norman's neck.
"Pfft!"
Although the fountain pen did not pierce his enhanced skin, the immense impact force struck precisely on his nerve cluster.
"Ah—"
Norman screamed, feeling half of his body instantly go numb.
Yet his recovery ability was surprisingly good; he was still able to throw a backhanded punch, with enough force to punch through a wall.
Alice sidestepped, grabbed his collar, lifted him off the floor, and then slammed his head into the floor again with great force.
"Thud!"
This time, the sound of the impact was dull and heart-stopping.
The entire floor was vibrating.
Norman's body twitched violently, and he finally went limp.
He panted heavily, nosebleed and tears mixing together, and those eyes that had originally been burning with crazy green fire finally began to unfocus.
The light belonging to the Beast gradually faded away.
Deep fear and confusion surged up quickly.
Pain.
It was too painful.
This extreme physical pain was like a bucket of ice water, finally extinguishing the Green Goblin's flames.
Alice knelt on one knee, her knee pressing firmly against Norman's spine, one hand holding down the back of his head, pressing his face firmly into the carpet.
Her other hand held the now-bent fountain pen, the tip hovering one centimeter above Norman's eyeball.
"Are you calmer now?"
Alice's voice was terrifyingly calm, and her breathing hadn't even faltered.
"If that green monster inside you hasn't had enough, I don't mind performing a lobotomy on you. Believe me, I'm a professional."
Norman looked at the young girl in front of him.
From this angle, she was backlit, and those ice-blue eyes were like two icy daggers, stabbing straight into his soul.
As a super-human who had injected himself with the enhancement serum, he had actually been pinned to the ground and beaten like a punching bag by a fifteen-year-old girl, without any ability to fight back.
This gap in power made him tremble.
"Is the voice you're using now your own, or that monster's?"
"It's... it's me..."
Norman struggled to spit out a few words, his voice hoarse.
"I am Norman... Osborn..."
Alice stared at him for a few seconds, confirmed that the madness had receded, then let go and tossed the ruined fountain pen into the trash can.
She stood up, straightened her slightly disheveled collar, and returned to being that elegant young girl.
"It seems physical therapy is also very successful."
Norman scrambled up from the floor in a sorry state, leaning against the broken table, panting heavily.
"Ha-ha... he-he..."
Norman suddenly let out a neurotic chuckle, only to pull at the wound on the corner of his mouth, causing him to gasp in pain.
A moment later, he struggled over to the half-shattered liquor cabinet, his hand trembling as he picked up an unbroken bottle of whiskey and poured two glasses.
The trembling wasn't because of fear, but because his muscles were spasming from the beating.
Then he turned around and handed a glass of liquor to Alice; on that face, bruised black and blue, a smile with a hint of evil charm and approval appeared.
"Do you know, Miss Mason?"
"In this city, there are many people with power. But like you, someone who possesses both this terrifying power to pin me to the ground and rub me into it, and the brain to create miracle drugs, there is only one."
"I consider myself a scientist too, I think we should be able to get along."
Alice swirled her glass, looked at Norman's swollen eyes, and said indifferently: "Norman, I know what you're thinking: 'Once this little girl walks out the door, I'll hire a hundred mercenaries to kidnap her and dig out her secrets.'"
Norman's action of drinking froze for a moment.
"Don't be in a rush to mobilize your private armed forces and those unformed gliders, Norman. Cooperating with me is a win-win situation. Because you will get a chance to save your empire, and an ally who can help you suppress that monster inside you."
Alice leaned over, her tone slightly cold.
"And if you choose to continue resisting, believe me, the consequence will only be having nothing. You should understand, since I can beat you once, I can beat you twice, three times, countless times."
...
Outside the study, in the hallway.
Harry Osborn was like an ant on a hot pan, pacing anxiously back and forth in front of the heavy oak door.
The soundproofing here was originally top-tier, but the commotion coming from inside was simply too loud.
"Boom!"
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