"For the shocking monster attack that occurred on American Airlines Flight AA6137 from New York to London, we have invited a renowned Biology Professor from Oxford University to analyze and explain the monster involved in this incident..."
"American Airlines believes the cause of this attack should not be attributed to the airline's security screening issues. A spokesperson for American Airlines stated they lack the capability to detect such biological weapons, and the Federal Security Investigation Bureau should have anticipated and notified them of such a situation in advance."
"A spokesperson for a truth sect stated this is God's punishment for the world's wickedness, and the monster is a devil from Hell released by God to punish non-believers..."
"This is the New York Times, and we interviewed Professor Curt Connors from Osborn Industries' cutting-edge Biological Research Studio. This leading Biology Professor, dedicated to biological regenerative capabilities, explicitly stated that this is a primitive organism with extremely advanced regenerative abilities. If relevant biological samples could be obtained, humanity would forever bid farewell to limb disabilities and even organ lesions in the future."
"A spokesperson for the White House believes this attack is a biological weapon strike originating from the Middle East. The President expressed hope that American citizens would view the issue seriously and support the U.S. Military's continued military strikes in the Middle East to completely prevent such attacks from recurring."
"This is The Times. We interviewed Mr. Charlie, a victim of the attack who resides in London. Charlie believes that without the Dawn Knight, none of the passengers on the Airbus would have survived. They are incredibly grateful for this Superhero's heroic actions and hope the country can grant this hero true public honor."
The cacophony of voices blaring from the television finally pushed Zhou Yi past his limit. He took off his tablet glasses and turned to Serana, who was intensely absorbed in the screen, with extreme helplessness.
"Darling, you've been glued to these news reports for nearly two hours. Are you ever going to stop?"
Serana, holding a glass of red liquid, was curled up on the couch, her knees hugged to her chest. She turned, her face radiant with excitement. "They're talking about you! The whole World is reporting on you now; you're a global phenomenon! This is absolutely amazing!"
Zhou Yi rubbed her hair, chuckling. "If I wanted fame, wouldn't it be easier with my original identity? Being a Superhero isn't about chasing these fleeting things."
"Tell me, what does it feel like to be a Superhero? It must be seriously cool!" The girl crawled over, wrapping her arms around Zhou Yi's, playfully trying to charm him. Her soft, delicate body pressed against his, sending an immediate wave of pleasure through him.
"You want to know what it feels like?" Zhou Yi chuckled, pulling her closer in a firm embrace. His movements were strong and passionate, causing her cheeks to flush deeply and her eyes to take on a hazy, desirous look.
Just as she yearned for him to take things further, Zhou Yi gently stroked her face.
"Alright, My Girl. We have company. If you want to continue, you'll have to wait until later."
Serana reluctantly bit his lip, then stood up with natural grace. "I'll go greet the guests!"
Her current role was Zhou Yi's private assistant, though, being a Vampire, she mostly handled affairs at night. Zhou Yi had intentionally structured her schedule to accommodate her biology while giving her purpose. After all, he believed idleness led to decay, which he would not permit.
Reaching the Villa's entrance, Serana checked the surveillance camera. A woman in a dark suit and black-rimmed glasses stood at the gate.
This was a woman who radiated competence and toughness, more so than most men. Her beauty—soft lines, bright eyes, a straight nose, thin lips—was secondary to her icy demeanor. Even with naturally captivating features, her coldness was overwhelming.
The moment Serana saw her, a strange feeling arose. Serana, being gentle, often held an inexplicable fondness for strong, natural women, perhaps envying the strength she lacked.
But as Zhou Yi's assistant, she knew her job. Using the intercom, she spoke: "Hello, this is Mr. Zhou Yi's residence. Do you have an appointment?"
As a Major Shareholder in a super multinational enterprise, Zhou Yi oversaw numerous organizations. Though he rarely managed them directly, he still required quarterly reports. Serana was used to receiving executives and knew that an appointment was paramount. Not everyone was qualified to visit.
Billionaires like Zhou Yi were constantly besieged by self-recommended individuals seeking sponsorship or investment. The more professional individuals sought introductions at galas, presented their concepts, and only after rigorous evaluation by professionals was investment considered.
Don't underestimate this. Investing in pure research is a bottomless pit; tens or hundreds of millions of US dollars can vanish without a trace, and even hopeful projects demand years of patience. Corporations like Stark or Osborn dared not launch too many high-risk projects, lest they destabilize their own finances.
Then there were the rule-breakers—those who constantly tried to recommend themselves, cornering him anywhere, anytime, desperately pitching their projects. While a few possessed genuine talent, the majority were simply arrogant dreamers.
To ward off these tiresome individuals, Zhou Yi had long enforced a strict no-appointment, no-entry rule, which his young assistant understood perfectly.
The woman at the gate replied calmly: "I apologize, I do not have an appointment. But please inform Mr. Zhou Yi that we are civil servants from the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division. I believe Mr. Zhou Yi will be happy to meet us."
Serana then noticed a gentleman in the passenger seat beside the woman. He had a receding hairline and a gentle face with a constant, kind smile, exuding approachability.
Despite her good impression of them, Serana still offered a polite refusal. "I'm sorry, you do not have an appointment. I cannot let you in. Perhaps you could try scheduling one in advance."
Serana's suggestion was practically a polite dismissal. Zhou Yi was notorious; outside of his closest friends or the most critical laboratories, securing an appointment was next to impossible. He simply disliked being bothered.
The woman's expression remained unchanged. She spoke again: "Young Miss, may I trouble you just this once? I believe if you convey our message to Mr. Zhou Yi, he will not mind making an exception for us."
Serana hesitated, but her natural goodwill won out. "Alright, please wait a moment."
Watching the girl disappear from the camera feed, the perpetually smiling gentleman teased the woman beside him. "I think it's a bit improper to take advantage of a girl's kindness, don't you agree, Commander Hill?"
"It's not taking advantage," Maria Hill replied coldly, crossing her arms. "Compared to the techniques used by our Agents, my method is merely normal social interaction. You're overthinking things, Agent Coulson."
"Is that so?" Phil Coulson's cunning eyes twinkled. "Applying an Agent's psychological analysis techniques to a Vampire Young Miss is 'normal social method,' is it? Hill, when was your last date? Was it high school?"
"I started academy training at fourteen, so your question is meaningless!" Hill's gaze fixed on Coulson's receding hairline like a laser—a sure sign to those who knew her that she was genuinely irritated.
"Alright, very good." Coulson wisely raised his hands in surrender. Antagonizing Commander Hill was never beneficial, especially over a momentary joke. "I admit that was nonsense. So, let's talk business. Do you genuinely want the Dawn Knight to join us?"
This was Coulson's unique technique for dealing with Hill: immediately bringing the conversation back to business. Hill's meticulous focus on official matters always guaranteed she would temporarily set aside personal grievances. After all, as the right and left hands of S.H.I.E.L.D. Director Nick Fury, they knew each other far too well.