Zheng Xian sat in the car, chatting idly with Mike who was devouring food, enduring Mike's exclamations of "Ah-ha," "Ooh-hoo," "Oh-ho," and other praises indicating how good the food was—if they were in a hotel with poorer soundproofing, they would definitely attract the vice squad.
Mike's behavior was actually impolite.
But he couldn't care less.
How many times in the future would he get to eat such authentic flavors?
He couldn't just fly over whenever he craved it... well, actually, that might not be impossible.
Who knows what the future holds? Maybe one day he'll gain the ability of spatial movement or high-speed flight. Thinking about it that way, within the Earth's scope, it's not that far.
Zheng Xian's mood was quite complex.
Not long ago, Mike was an unknown.
His reputation was limited to Hell's Kitchen.
Do you know how the first file about Mike described him? — [Tang Zhong's son].
Mike's father, Tang Zhong, a former Double Flower Red Pole of the Golden Tiger Gang, was once a person of interest to S.H.I.E.L.D., but later he retired and went to the U.S., becoming a chef.
However, after that night in Central Park, the name Mike Tang was destined to be no longer ordinary.
Those assassins were members of the High Table, not its subordinates. Most of them were top combatants from certain large organizations.
And then they died, killed by Mike alone.
Finally, there was Magneto and his subordinates.
This was truly shocking.
Magneto is no ordinary person; he is a World-class criminal, and his Mutant abilities are widely known to be powerful.
Plus Sabretooth, Mystique, and Toad.
Many people couldn't even imagine how Mike pulled it off.
Could it be that the Brotherhood had a team-building event and ate stale seafood, then collectively got diarrhea before the battle?
Don't ask Zheng Xian how he knew this information.
S.H.I.E.L.D. mobilized almost all of its field Agents in New York and its surrounding areas, preparing various contingency plans for major disasters.
Didn't they need to apply to and report to the International Security Council?
Well, because... so... although... but... afterward, it's not surprising that S.H.I.E.L.D. obtained the intelligence.
Besides, an operation of this scale couldn't be kept secret from many people. Don't tell me you thought S.H.I.E.L.D. wasn't infiltrated by other organizations besides HYDRA, no way, no way.
Some organizations might be slow, but in the end, everyone who needed to know would know. Many secrets for the common populace are actually open 'secrets' among the higher echelons.
Next, the second prince of a small oil-rich country died, and the king of that country didn't utter a single sound, while the first prince opened a bottle of good wine he had always been reluctant to drink.
Core members of the Gambino family died, and the family's new representative on the High Table proposed to fully accept Mike's demands.
It was very clear why Mike came to Hong Kong.
The Triad's seat on the High Table was controlled by the Golden Tiger Gang.
That's right, it was Mike's father's Golden Tiger Gang.
It's impossible for a Double Flower Red Pole like Tang Zhong to retire from the gang peacefully. He either had to flee directly and live anonymously, or undergo three cuts and six holes, or execute a near-death mission.
Tang Zhong chose to execute a near-death mission and miraculously survived.
It truly was a miracle.
So Mike had no good feelings for the Golden Tiger Gang.
Zheng Xian didn't care about the Golden Tiger Gang's fate; he cared about the civilians who might be affected.
Therefore, either Mike or the Golden Tiger Gang had to back down.
As for whether Mike backs down or the Golden Tiger Gang backs down... doesn't the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. personally receiving him make it clear?
As for the Golden Tiger Gang... Zheng Xian sent Shi Wenyan to inform them.
Yes, just inform.
It's only because S.H.I.E.L.D.'s authority doesn't involve organized crime; otherwise, uprooting the Golden Tiger Gang wouldn't be difficult.
Mike flopped onto the bed.
"Weather Witch" Li Hongying.
"The Monkey King" Sun Yisheng.
Real names, or temporary names?
As for Shi Wenyan, he's a New Police Officer at S.H.I.E.L.D., a martial artist from Penglai.
Knock! Knock knock!
Someone was knocking at the door.
Open the door.
Outside the door was Shi Wenyan.
Shi Wenyan's eyes narrowed: "You're not surprised at all, you knew I would come?"
Mike: "..."
Another one who thinks too much.
It's just that after his mental power mutated, his perception became sharp, and he knew who it was without looking.
No explanation.
Think whatever you want.
"That's right, I'm here for Nine-Headed Dragon Shi Jing."
He knew Nine-Tattooed Dragon Shi Jin, but not Shi Jing. Speaking of dragons... could Shi Wenyan be referring to that Dragon Tattooed Asian assassin?
Mike asked: "Uh, are you talking about that spiritual young man with the Blue Dragon tattoo that turns red?"
"That's right! He's my Master Brother."
"Oh, revenge, right?"
"No." Shi Wenyan paused, "Shi Jing is a traitor from Penglai, betraying his martial arts beliefs for money. Capturing him was a test from Iron Crutch Khan for me, and you killed him..."
Mike scratched his head, so he had 'stolen' a kill.
What to do?
It wasn't his fault; he just ran over to his death.
"So what?"
"You are my test now." Shi Wenyan took a deep breath and said loudly: "Fight me!"
A head poked out from the room across the hall, looked at Mike and Shi Wenyan, and had a strange expression.
They probably misheard it as "Let's screw around."
This is a hotel.
Just asking, what would people imagine when they hear something like that!
Mike helplessly: "Alright, you find a place. Oh, by the way, does your Director know?"
"Ah!" Shi Wenyan's eyes immediately became evasive, revealing his New Police Officer nature.
It seemed he was acting on his own.
However... Shi Wenyan's little tricks couldn't escape Zheng Xian's eyes, right? To put it bluntly, Shi Wenyan was unknowingly being used as a tool.
A tool to personally gauge Mike.
Whether he was truly that powerful or not, Mike had to show his hand to be worthy of such courtesy.
Mike agreed too readily.
Instead, it made Shi Wenyan, who was 'looking for trouble,' feel embarrassed. He said: "Is the Hong Kong Coliseum okay?"
Mike's eyes lit up: "You mean the 'Red Hall' where celebrities often hold concerts?"
"Yes."
"No problem!" Mike became enthusiastic.
About twenty minutes later.
Shi Wenyan and Mike were on the performance stage.
The audience seats were empty.
Shi Wenyan was warming up: "Don't you need to warm up?"
Warm up?
Should he... do a set of the Eighth Set of Broadcast Gymnastics to show respect?
Below the stage.
Zheng Xian, Weather Witch, The Monkey King.
Strongly observing.
Sun Yisheng took out a red bill: "One hundred, I bet Xiao Yan won't last thirty seconds."
Weather Witch: "I think so too."
There was nothing to bet on then, so the two looked at Zheng Xian.
Zheng Xian smiled: "Xiao Yan and Nine-Headed Dragon are Master Brothers, but he's good at defense. I'll take the bet! I'll be the bookie, betting that Xiao Yan can last more than thirty seconds."
Having finished warming up, Shi Wenyan struck the Tai Chi pose "Lazy Man's Coat," followed by "Single Whip with Lower Stance."
An invisible aura spread with Shi Wenyan's movements.
"In the Tai Chi domain, your every move cannot escape my perception." Shi Wenyan's every move was ethereal and graceful, his words soft, yet with a confident strength.
Mike found this aura very familiar.
Suddenly, he realized.
This aura was too similar to Chakra!!!
"So you're not a Mutant or a cause of mutation?" Mike couldn't help but ask.
"Of course not." Shi Wenyan said with immense pride: "This is an immortal art from Penglai, combining martial arts with the potential unleashed from the human body!"