Lian Yu's lessons were etched into Michael's very being – the brutal efficiency of Yao Fei's fighting style, the deceptive calm of Shado's strategic mind, the chilling ruthlessness of Edward Fyers' ambition. He'd learned to exploit every weakness, to turn every advantage into a decisive strike. These skills, honed in a fight for survival against impossible odds, now guided his corporate maneuvers in Metropolis.
As Luthor's empire swayed precariously, Michael made his move, his offers to acquire key LexCorp assets appearing as benevolent bailouts rather than predatory acquisitions. He targeted the technological crown jewels, the research divisions poised for groundbreaking advancements, securing them for Queen Consolidated with a velvet glove concealing an iron fist.
During the heavily publicized acquisition of LexCorp's robotics division, a reporter challenged Michael's motives. "Mr. Queen, isn't this simply kicking a man when he's down?"
Michael's smile was sharp, devoid of warmth. "In the arena of innovation, sentimentality is a luxury one cannot afford. Progress demands evolution, and sometimes, that means clearing the path for new growth." A lesson Luthor clearly failed to grasp.
Superman, witnessing the exchange, felt a growing unease. There was a cold calculation in Michael's efficiency, a hint of something… predatory beneath the polished surface.