Wa Long walked onto the stage in a few steps, snatched the microphone from the host, and with a smile on his face, soothed the frightened audience.,And right now, Wulong was standing by the huge floor-to-ceiling window, gazing at the distant New York cityscape. He held a glass of red wine in his hand, looking relaxed and content as he savored it slowly.,"It was me!" Before Peter could say anything, Harry Osborn stepped forward from behind him. "I brought him in. I can vouch for him, he really has no money."。