The exclusive elevator went directly from the top floor to the ground floor, and with the ding of the system prompt, the elevator doors quickly opened to the sides.
Eddie walked out naturally, as usual, but as soon as he stepped out of the elevator, the previously somewhat noisy and spacious lobby immediately fell silent. Media reporters and outsiders who had come to inquire about messages all focused their strange gazes on him.
“What are you all looking at? We’re all colleagues here,” Eddie frowned in confusion, pointing to the press pass hanging from the journalist’s lanyard around his neck.
Venom reminded Eddie softly, and he realized that everyone’s attention was not on him, but rather on Caesar, who was sleeping in his arms.
Oops, almost forgot about that!
Eddie’s heart skipped a beat, and his free right hand reacted quickly, pulling a corner of his coat to cover Caesar’s tiny head completely.
After completing all this, Eddie remained calm, hummed a tune casually, and was about to leave the Emperor Building with Caesar, passing through the crowd in the lobby.
“Wait! Mr. Eddie, you just used the top-floor access elevator. Did you happen to meet the current proxies of the Supernatural Incident Bureau and Stark Industries?” A blonde female journalist called out, swaying her waist flirtatiously as she approached with her shamelessly ample chest, stepping forward quickly in fashionable high heels.
“Next time, we’ll chat when we have the chance,” Eddie swallowed hard, forcing himself to look away from her lethal weapons. Normally, he wouldn’t mind flirting a bit, but now, with such a precious little Master in tow, he didn’t have time to entertain these temptations.
Before he could take two steps, another middle-aged male journalist approached. His hair and beard were in disarray, his eyes bloodshot as he stared at the bundle of clothes in Eddie’s arms weakly, hoarsely asking, “Brother, I’m a special correspondent for the New York Daily. I’ve been squatting here for half a year for an exclusive interview about the Symbol of Peace. I saw you coming out of the elevator just now, and you were holding a baby about a year old. Does that mean…”
“You’re really dedicated. I am a rookie journalist and I will learn a lot from you in the future.” Eddie hastily interrupted him, quickening his pace towards the main entrance of the building.
A third, brightly dressed young female reporter followed behind him, calling out, “Mr. Eddie, I used to work for your former news company. Can I interview…”
“Former company? I’ve only been on the job for less than three days, and I was forced to resign!” Eddie rolled his eyes, mentally criticizing a few words, and busy responding, “We can arrange another time,” before rushing out of the main entrance.
Under the sunlight, Eddie thought he could finally breathe a sigh of relief, but when he looked outside and saw the scene, he was left speechless and his scalp began to tingle.
Whether it was a leak or the usual keen sense of journalists, looking around, there were reporters and media personnel squatting on both sides of the building’s entrance, which was even more intimidating than the scene inside the lobby.
Holding various media equipment, they swarmed towards Eddie like a group of sharks smelling blood, eagerly offering microphones with various logos.
Normally, with the domineering and aloof personality of the Cardinals, few media reporters dared to pry for information from them. However, as a temporary worker for the Supernatural Incident Bureau and an official journalist, Eddie was undoubtedly a sought-after figure in the eyes of New York journalists.
As a former journalist himself, Eddie was also happy to receive attention and pursuit from the outside world, and he often interacted with some media reporters in his daily life.
But now, he had a huge secret on him, and if it were exposed, the days ahead would be troublesome.
“No comment!”
Without waiting for them to ask questions, Eddie, carrying Caesar, struggled to break through the crowd of reporters and make his way out, finally reaching the location where his motorcycle was parked and starting it up to shake off the pursuing reporters.
At the entrance of the Emperor Building.
Two Cardinals silently watched the scene, and after exchanging glances, one of them took out a delicate communicator and reported, “Overwatch, this is Red Ten. Eddie has safely left the premises.”
“Good.” On the other end of the communicator, Raina’s cold voice sounded.
Red Ten muttered indignantly, “I don’t understand why we entrusted the Master to that temporary worker for protection and even left the safety zone of the branch headquarters building. I admit that with the assistance of the Symbiote, Eddie does indeed have very strong combat power and can excel in some extremely difficult combat and reconnaissance quests, but he’s a bit too careless to take on the role of a bodyguard. Especially for a protected target like the Master—”
It couldn’t be denied that Red Ten was envious and jealous. Not only he, but almost all the veteran cardinals of the Carl Family were insanely jealous. For them, being able to shelter the descendant of the family head was the greatest honor imaginable.
In response to this, Raina calmly replied, “Alright, enough chatter. This is the Master’s own choice.”
“The Master?” The cardinal was stunned for a moment before shaking his head with a sigh. “Indeed, he is the Master.”
Inside the top-floor office.
Raina sat back in her office chair and shut off the communication device. A faint smile played on her lips as she muttered to herself, “As you said. In this situation, it won’t be long before the whole world knows about your whereabouts.”
For Caesar to act as bait, it was necessary to avoid any suspicion from the vast manpower resources of the Carl Family. Otherwise, with scores of cardinals standing guard, no one would dare to harbor any ill intentions.
So, if Caesar wanted to move freely in the outside world, the best intermediary option was the temporary worker, Eddie. Despite Eddie’s strength, he was still just one person, and he didn’t live in the Emperor Building. In the eyes of others, he had many vulnerabilities.
After some thought, Raina addressed the empty air in front of her desk. “Let’s put aside the matters of the family for now. Monitor the communication messages within the New York area casually. I’m curious to know who still dares to make a move against our family in New York.”
The computer screen blinked momentarily, and a cold, mechanical system voice responded, “Understood.”
Meanwhile, elsewhere.
After shaking off the reporters, Eddie wandered aimlessly with Caesar, eventually deciding to return to his own apartment in the residential complex.
Despite being tossed around by the Supernatural Incident Bureau for the past six months, Eddie still received an additional basic salary— a hundred thousand dollars a month. While this basic salary was considered meager in the eyes of the cardinals, it was a huge sum for ordinary people.
Within the third ring of the city center, Eddie bought a seventh-floor suite in a luxury residential complex with retired military security and a large parking lot, which was considered the first step in his journey to turn his life around.
Upon returning home, Eddie gently placed the still-sleeping Caesar on the sofa. Despite Venom’s constant urging in his mind, Eddie walked reluctantly to the kitchen sink.
In the sink, various types of tropical fish swam in groups, creating colorful ripples under the illumination.
“We’ll have tropical fish for this meal. It’s been a while since we’ve tasted something fresh,” Venom buzzed excitedly in Eddie’s mind at the sight of the live fish.
“You glutton, you’re making me worry. Can’t you be quiet for a moment?” Eddie said, but still approached the sink, with the black symbiote subtly covering his arm.
In a lightning-fast movement, Eddie plunged his hand into the water, causing a splash, and accurately grabbed several seawater fish in his black palm. Opening his mouth wide with ferocious fangs, he tossed the wriggling fish into his mouth.
With a few chews, Eddie swallowed them down, letting out a belch filled with the taste of fishiness.
After more than half a year of being merged with Venom, Eddie had grown accustomed to eating raw fish, and biting off a human head wasn’t just talk.
(End of Chapter)
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