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After handing over the events in Maple Town to the Black Director, Chen Fan boarded a S.H.I.E.L.D. aircraft and returned to the headquarters.
It had been a restless night. Even though the Godslayer's physique did not tire, Chen Fan still felt mentally drained. No matter how he looked at it, his body was only ten years old, far from being able to compare with adults in terms of staying up late.
Had he forgotten something?
Before going to sleep, Chen Fan felt as if he had overlooked something important. Shaking his head, he closed his eyes and lay down on the bed, quickly drifting off to sleep.
…
In the Himalayas, as the sun rose, its rays illuminated the entire mountain range. However, in the frigid temperatures below zero, there were hardly any lively figures around—except for atop a certain peak.
“It’s so cold… Old Wang, don’t think you’re safe just because you closed the door. Get out here! You caused this mess; you should deal with it yourself instead of dragging us poor souls into it! What kind of ability is that?”
“Senior Brother, let’s forget about loyalty for now. Let’s just blow the door open and drag Blackface Wang to S.H.I.E.L.D.!”
“Exactly! That’s how it should be done! Otherwise, how are we supposed to survive in this place without internet, electricity, water, or heating?”
The Senior Brother's face darkened as he scanned the room. Everyone had ideas but no one was willing to take action; were they trying to force him to do something?
His gaze fell on a short and stout junior brother nearby who had been making a ruckus since the beginning.
“You! Yes, you! I’ve noticed you’re the loudest one here. Why don’t you go up and do something? If you have the guts to kick down that door, I’ll personally drag Old Wang this fool to S.H.I.E.L.D.!”
The crowd exchanged glances.
"Senior Brother... this is yours! Are you going to keep your word?" Facing the gazes of everyone around, the Fat Junior Disciple rubbed his somewhat frozen hands. After receiving a nod from his senior brother, he dashed toward the front door without hesitation.
"Old Wang... delivery... ah, cough... Old Wang! The Ancient One wants to see you!"
The library's entrance was protected by a silent barrier. Unless special communication methods were used, even if firecrackers were set off outside, nothing could be heard inside.
After all, the library was meant to be a quiet place for learning.
The buildings of the Holy Land were quite close together; otherwise, if a soundproof barrier wasn't set up in critical areas, even a faint noise could be heard from one end to the other.
—Cultivators had very sensitive ears!
After the Fat Junior Disciple shouted loudly, his fellow disciples behind him began to cough awkwardly. This peculiar way of knocking on the door was truly...
—Well done!
The senior brother's eyelids twitched violently. Something was about to go wrong! At this rate, they were pushing themselves toward a dead end!
Moments later, the door swung open.
Old Wang stepped out with a stern expression. He scanned the group and his face darkened slightly as he frowned. "What are you all doing gathered here? Didn't the Master instruct you to continue your cultivation individually?"
"Are you ignoring the Master's words too?"
Under Lao Wang's shout, everyone's gaze turned to the senior brother, and the meaning in their eyes was clear: the person has come out, senior brother... it's time to take action!
"Lao Wang... I have something I want to ask you!" The senior brother cursed inwardly and walked over with a smile. Facing Lao Wang's puzzled look, he chuckled, "This thunderstorm... and the current power outage, water cut-off, internet disconnection, and heating failure... all happened because you offended that Thunder Lord from S.H.I.E.L.D., right?"
"So what if I did!" Lao Wang's eyes flickered with annoyance, but his expression remained serious. He showed no regret for offending Chen Fan. A person who doesn't even know how to respect a master—if it weren't for his lack of strength, he would have liked to teach that disrespectful Brat a lesson.
"Well! Then there's no problem!" The senior brother's expression turned cold as he recalled the enormous red envelope worth tens of thousands. His heart bled; what a mistake!
"Is there anything else? If not, I need to find the master!" Lao Wang said indifferently. However, he noticed many people shaking their shoulders, seemingly suppressing some laughter.
What are they laughing about?
"Lao Wang, wait! Did you hear a strange sound? Like something whispering in your ear?" The senior brother asked seriously. Even the younger disciples nearby quieted down and perked up their ears to listen.
"Huh? No? I didn't hear anything?" Lao Wang's gaze wavered, panic flashing in his eyes. Could it be that the seal was loosening? Is that demon trying to tempt the disciples of the Holy Land again?
No, I must report to the master as soon as possible!
"Listen carefully! Close your eyes! Focus!" The senior brother spoke in a very serious tone. However, at the moment Lao Wang closed his eyes, a fist accompanied by a tearing sound slammed hard into his forehead.
Ultimate Move: Friendship Breaking Fist
"This is what you get for offending Thunder Lord that Brat! You thought just because you had a barrier protecting you, you wouldn't get struck by lightning? Hmph! Today, I'll let you taste what it's like to be hit by a fist as big as a sand pot!"
"Give me back my red envelope!"
"You're such a brute!"
The sudden turn of events left the younger disciples in a state of confusion. They had thought their senior brother was speaking the truth, that there was indeed something strange going on. Little did they know it was all a setup, just a trick…
"Senior brother, stop! If you keep this up, you'll kill Old Wang!" One of the disciples, realizing what was happening, rushed forward to restrain the frenzied senior brother. Yet, he didn't hold back and kicked Old Wang hard.
"Stop it… Senior brother, please!" Another disciple shouted while simultaneously putting his own foot down with force.
"Everyone stop! If you keep this up, you'll really kill him!" A robust disciple stepped in front of the others. After scaring everyone into submission, he unceremoniously threw a punch: "I was having a nice chat with my wife. Now because of you, she'll definitely think I hung up on her intentionally. Are you going to kneel on the washboard for me?"
And where was the senior brother?
He had been pushed to the outskirts of the commotion. At that moment, he looked gloomily at his younger disciples who were shouting "Senior brother, stop!" while simultaneously being quite merciless themselves. The corner of his mouth twitched:
"Come on… I only threw two punches; the rest were all you guys kicking him, alright?"
The ruckus had drawn quite a bit of attention, but here they enjoyed the benefits of a soundproof barrier.
Unbeknownst to Dormammu, her loyal follower Old Wang had just experienced one of the most brutal beatings imaginable.
After venting their frustrations, the younger disciples looked at their gloomy senior brother with renewed clarity: "Senior brother… what should we do now?"
Due to the interference of thunder, everyone was unable to use magic, and naturally, there was no way to leave this place.
The senior brother rolled his eyes. "How the hell would I know?"
**********
America welcomed another morning. As for the secrets that occurred last night, they had not spread at all. Under the machinery of the so-called nation, no force or organization could compare.
Inside the cafeteria of S.H.I.E.L.D.
Chen Fan yawned as he arrived. A quick glance revealed a cold and empty space, with hardly a soul in sight.
"Good morning, sir!" A figure appeared—ah, it was Chef Cage.
"Why is it so empty? Isn't it breakfast time?" Chen Fan asked in confusion.
Kitch snorted, his displeasure evident on his face. "Those guys went to see Captain America. I really don't understand what’s so fascinating about an old man who's nearly two hundred years old. They wouldn't even look at the new dishes I've developed!"
"Oh... I'll go take a look too!" Chen Fan rubbed his face. The Captain was here, and with him, the Cosmic Cube had returned to Black Uncle's hands. Given the timing, Thor and his brother Loki would be making their appearance soon!
Wow! The troublemaking Vibrant Goods were multiplying again!
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