Nemo didn’t make a point of asking Matthew about the Greens. For one thing, attending Matthew’s gym sessions was already hellish enough. Additionally, Nemo, who saw himself as part of Lone Star City, wasn’t quite saintly enough to get involved in New York City’s mess. As for his fellow informants, Nemo had already obtained a green card and a job when he had transported, so he wasn’t in a position to criticize others' choices.

No matter what Matthew was privately up to, Nemo felt that dealing with the Greens was not part of Matthew's obligations, unless a superhero took the initiative and Matthew was willing to help with the cleanup. That’s how it stood.

Managing large numbers of patients was a task that any fool could see superheroes would never be as professional at as the government. In the end, the responsibility had to be returned to the hands of civil servants.

Since they're already doing it now, maybe it's a bit lacking in human rights, but how long has the national emergency lasted? Nemo just wanted to avoid being dragged into some pretentious jerk's mess.

As Tolya had said, Lone Star City wasn’t far from New Orleans, and with convenient transportation, it was easy to get to.

If Nemo wanted to uncover the secrets of the monsters, he’d have to investigate on his own. Taking such risks required special abilities and thorough preparation, just like superheroes who had the ability to protect themselves and save others. Nemo admitted that he lacked the interest and awareness to deal with the Greens. He just wanted to figure out his own superpower problems and avoid things like accidentally tossing a beer can and killing his roommate.

Nearly stabbing a pen into Matthew Grimm's head and being a global criminal really messed with Nemo's mind. The rich tycoon might be mentally twisted and think it's fine, but that doesn’t mean Nemo wasn’t impacted. He believed in giving back, although this did not imply that he would alter his stance toward Matthew.

Owing Matthew so many favors made Nemo feel uneasy, especially since the man was the world’s richest and seemed solely intent on treating him well. It just got even harder for Nemo to deal with this tangled mess.

Up until now, Matthew’s requests have matched what Nemo needed. What else could he do except just cooperate as best as he can?

When Matthew wasn’t extremely busy, he would spend about one to two hours a day working out. Nemo had witnessed his ability to multitask, so he wasn’t too surprised. However, Matthew’s workout time wasn’t limited to the gym downstairs in the president office; his exercise routines at other locations also counted (some of which, involving group activities, often made the news).

Discovering that Matthew had allocated an entire floor for use as a gym was indeed unexpected. It could only be concluded that his impressive alpha appearance and physique were well-deserved.

Nemo was personally guided by Matthew on how to use various gym equipment. Matthew could easily serve as a top-tier fitness coach. After completing the sets Matthew had planned, Nemo was basically ready to collapse on the floor. That was when Matthew would tempt him with virtual reality battle sessions.

The virtual reality room also took up a large part of a floor. It was a round, flat room that was typically all white, empty, yet capable of projecting a variety of immersive environments. The room could generate lifelike temperature and weather changes, and the dome, walls, and floor could rotate and vibrate at different speeds, disorienting the user.

"Wait, did you just bring all this stuff straight from the lab? When did you have the time to build this kind of tech while you were busy fixing up the headquarters?" Nemo asked, catching his breath.

Not to mention that Matthew had even bought a former landmark in Lone Star City. It was certain that he had now turned many secret inventions into modular kits, making them easier to move, assemble, or destroy.

Matthew just smiled and didn’t say anything.

Nemo asked again, "I’m just a beginner. Why not just give me a virtual helmet and sensor gear? Setting up this kind of 3D projection room must be costly."

"You think this room is for training combat techniques? No, it’s actually for training resistance to illusions. There are currently no magical superheroes in this world, but I believe sensory manipulation will be a common weakness for heroes. If you just wear a helmet and keep your eyes closed, relying on past instincts to fight, it’s like blindfolded training. You won’t get the more realistic stimulation, and instead, your attention will focus too much on your vision, increasing the risk in real combat," Matthew explained.

"So, this room might level the playing field between superpowered individuals and ordinary people. If the simulation focuses on a superpowered person's weaknesses and an ordinary murderer’s strengths, it could even simulate things like the smell of blood, toxic gas, or rotting corpses," Nemo speculated. This type of training is certainly not more lenient toward superheroes.

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" Nemo, you’re always reading my mind at record speed!"

"You should reconsider your twisted sense of humor to avoid getting stabbed in the back by your allies. It might not kill you, but they’ll still want to stab you," Nemo retorted.

Matthew also occasionally brought in an AI-Biological Robot to play hide-and-seek with Nemo, and sometimes he’d initiate a full-on chase in the gym.

Nemo could sense a certain trend, albeit vaguely. Despite Matthew Grimm presenting himself as a benefactor, superheroes always exercised caution when entering his headquarters. From broad strategies to intricate details, the Grimm Group subtly suggested that superpowers were not humanity’s most formidable weapon, and that Matthew possessed far more.

"The environmental equipment is still fragile. Don’t use excessive violence," Matthew emphasized seriously. The weapons provided for sparring were all made of sponge material, and victory was determined by sensor scores or touching key objects, making it feel like a video game.

"Matthew, can you design a training program for me? No matter when my powers become stable, I want to practice a killing move now. At the very least, I want to reach a level of proficiency comparable to an ordinary person," Nemo requested.

"What kind of training program do you want?"

"Scenario: Lone Star City. Situation: Biohazard crisis. Also, let me borrow some bio-robots. I want models of men, women, and children, all set to low-speed response, with a gradually increasing number. Add sensors to their heads. If I can strike the target area and depth at the correct angle and force, it counts as a point," Nemo said.

"Although I guessed it when you went fishing with Angie a few days ago, I didn’t expect you to decide on training a killing move this quickly, and in this way," Matthew sighed.

"Physical strength and combat experience cannot be acquired in a short time. Disasters won’t just wait for me to catch up. While this is not the killing move I most desire to master, it is likely the most straightforward and practical to learn. It may also lead to committing a serious federal offense, but then again, this is not my first experience with such matters," Nemo observed, recalling that Matthew had disclosed his past as a vigilante with blood on his hands. Considering that, he saw no reason to feign reluctance.

"How real do you want it to be? Maybe some faces you recognize will appear," Matthew gently asked.

"You decide. I can’t set a precondition. Reality is like this, so training should be the same. I’ll admit defeat if I really can’t do it," Nemo responded.

"That works. Just don’t make me too worried," Matthew said, lightly tapping the floor, causing the damp, gloomy snake-infested jungle to transform into a bright, glowing summer hill.

In the more monotonous training sessions, like on the treadmill, Matthew would handle business on the screen while Nemo browsed Meteor Shower Watchers to pass the time. What annoyed him the most was that Matthew often leaned over to peek at Nemo's screen.

" I’m using your computer equipment to log into your forum; can't you check my browsing history yourself? This is seriously ruining my reading experience!" Nemo protested. He had already given up on maintaining online privacy anyway—it was useless—but having a sweaty man constantly leaning over to snoop was really irritating.

"But it enhances my reading experience! Besides, I have other things to do at different times, but now, we can look at it together and discuss it if you're interested," Matthew argued confidently.

"Just sync my screen! Stop bothering me!"

" That wouldn’t be as much fun," Matthew replied, his daily routine of teasing Nemo had become a major source of his mental energy.

Given the luxurious services provided by his benefactor, Nemo endured it.

"By the way, you've been checking out the Greens topic a lot these past few days, and some specific keywords related to informants. Are you that concerned?" Matthew asked.

"Well, the person who went missing is from Taiwan, so it's natural to want to know if there's any new development. Also, I tend to follow any rumors related to infectious diseases closely," Nemo responded.

Even though Matthew had gently probed, Nemo showed no inclination to seek help.

The billionaire sighed inwardly. It was likely that the curly-haired youth thought such intelligence requests weren't part of their "deal." Even though Matthew would welcome him crossing the line, Nemo would just retreat further.

"I know about the Greens situation. The Louisiana state government will release a public statement in a few days. The place you've been checking will have a new sign for the 'Carnation Nursing Community' in about half a month. They'll hold a community revitalization and renaming ceremony, and those electrified barbed wire fences will be taken down once the reconstruction is completed. The state government even invited me along with a bunch of wealthy elites to tour the place—it's clearly a setup to talk about a BOT project and fundraising," Matthew said, noticing Nemo's slightly stunned expression. "This is just a public event for me."

"How was I supposed to know your public itinerary would be so coincidentally timed?" Nemo replied.

"How could it be a coincidence? The Greens was shoved into some cheap property in New Orleans, clearly preparing to benefit from the Grimm Group. I heard the initial shelter locations also considered Detroit, but it's too close to New York. You can imagine how much those decision-makers are terrified of danger," Matthew remarked.

Nemo increased the treadmill speed, and Matthew, breathing evenly, matched the pace and flexed his muscles with a smug grin.

"I'll be giving a speech at the Carnation Community renaming ceremony. The topic will be how the Grimm Group applied its corporate expertise during the giant mosquito disaster and shared our valuable experiences in collaborating with government agencies to treat victims attacked by monsters," Matthew continued.

Public speaking was an almost routine part of his life, with at least ten speeches a month, and Matthew didn't even bother preparing a speech anymore.

Once again, Nemo figured out that being a billionaire wasn’t exactly a job for regular people.

"Don't you think these invitations are getting tiresome?" Nemo asked.

"My dear, influence and connections are built through these events, piece by piece. It's just like you clocking into your job. I usually zone out during speeches because most people don't really want to hear serious content. A little cheerleading always works wonders, and everyone feels touched," Matthew said with a shrug. Though Matthew could lecture better than most university professors, people still overwhelmingly idolized his playboy persona, something he didn't mind at all as he enjoyed the thrill and entertainment.

"How did an old neighborhood with regular people suddenly become completely owned by the state government?" Nemo asked.

"The developers who benefited from the reconstruction plans around New York City were more than happy to offer some depreciated and low-value chips to the mayor of New York in exchange for a deal with Louisiana. They moved the original residents of the Carnation Community to safer and more convenient states. None of the chips were as good as the 'swamp houses,' by the way—hint: some even included second-hand California real estate," Matthew talked about the details of political deals as though he were chatting over a meal. Perhaps this information was just a common topic of conversation within the elite circles.

"As I understand it, not a single original resident opposed the relocation plan. After all, those who agreed first got to choose their new homes. If you don't move, you'll still have to live with the Greens," Matthew revealed with a casual, not-so-gossipy tidbit.

Nemo understood—if it were him, he'd move first too. This was no longer just a matter of money. Besides, the mayor of New York had learned the Grimm Group's secret techniques, offering plenty to make the process extremely efficient.

"Nemo, come be my intern bodyguard! I'll take you around the Carnation Community. By the way, you always seem to find interesting things," Matthew suggested.

"Alright, thanks." Nemo decided to focus on his training before heading to the Carnation Community with Matthew!

He still remembered the painful lesson from the last time Matthew attended a charity gala, attracting a whole swarm of giant mosquitoes.