I think an employment relationship is quite good, and I charge cheaply and provide thoughtful service. Do we really have to wear matching bodysuits? When doing things, you can't be too rigid about formalities, right? So it's happily decided." Mike patted Fury's shoulder. "Your body is your capital for having fun. Get some good rest. I'm leaving."
The latter part was said to Stark.
Stark asked, "Where are you going?"
Mike: "To learn new knowledge about nanotechnology."
Stark picked his ear. "Did he say it wrong, or did I hear it wrong?"
Fury prompted, "Zhao Hailun."
"Oh." Stark suddenly understood. "He says he's learning new knowledge, but he's just lusting after her body, isn't he? Has he not succeeded yet?"
Fury: "Heh heh, Zhao Hailun likes the rugged type. Mike's pretty boy looks are useless."
Fury was right about one thing: in the future, Zhao Hailun would be a big fan of Thor and Hulk, which proves his point.
But—can someone who likes rugged types not also like delicate ones?
Mike likes spicy food, but it's not like he won't eat anything that isn't spicy. He likes big breasts, but can't he occasionally land his plane at the airport?
Fury was also wrong about one thing: Mike succeeded.
At first, he was indeed given the cold shoulder.
Zhao Hailun was very indifferent.
She preferred sophisticated instruments and writing papers over wasting time with male creatures.
Most people would probably have slunk away.
However, "bold, meticulous, and thick-skinned," this summary, revered as a treasure, is merely an introductory course in the Scumbag Cultivation Manual.
Of course, being bold doesn't mean getting physical. Being meticulous doesn't mean checking if her buttons are fastened. Being thick-skinned isn't about making the other person feel you're shameless, but rather making them helpless, so helpless that they reluctantly say, "Alright, I can have a meal with you, but it's just a casual meal between ordinary friends." Once that's said, things pretty much fall into place.
However, Zhao Hailun finally became helpless and said, "Mike, falling in love is a very difficult thing for me right now. I can't be a normal girlfriend who accompanies her boyfriend shopping, watching movies, or having dinner together, and I'm not interested in these things either. So, we'd inevitably break up amidst complaints and then have to lick our wounds in sadness. Such a low cost-performance ratio, it's best not to start, don't you think?"
Cost-performance ratio… Describing love like that is truly novel.
She's not playing by the rules.
However, don't panic.
No matter how many dating methods, dating tutorials, or scumbag cultivation manuals you've read, the Scumbag Cultivation Manual must remind you: always be flexible.
Mike was stunned: "I didn't intend to fall in love."
"Ah!"
Then the two skipped dinner, movies, and shopping, and went straight to the main event.
Alas, it was another journey of body over heart. This feeling… well, it's pretty good.
Mike returned to the room.
"You're awake…"
"Mm."
Zhao Hailun was tying her hair into a bun in the bathroom. She was only wearing simple undergarments, but beneath them was quite a figure.
She walked out of the bathroom without any awkwardness.
"Where did you go?" Zhao Hailun asked casually.
"Seeing that you weren't awake yet, I went to visit Stark and brought you breakfast." Mike pointed to the sandwich and milk on the table. "I didn't know what you liked to eat, so I just grabbed a random one."
"Thanks, I don't care. As long as it's not terribly unpalatable and can fill my stomach, it's fine." Zhao Hailun picked up her outer garment and put it on.
Her outer garment was a light blue full-length dress. At first, Mike thought it was S.H.I.E.L.D. research staff uniform, and then he realized this was Zhao Hailun's unique "fashion"—it felt like a girl group from the Great Universe Country of the last century.
"By the way, how is Stark?" Zhao Hailun took two bites of the sandwich and asked.
"Very good, much better than expected." Mike added in his heart, "He'll be able to go out and have fun again soon."
"Your contribution is great." Zhao Hailun said regretfully, "My nanobots were almost not put to use. Your superpower is very interesting."
After finishing the sandwich, Zhao Hailun said, "It's almost time to work. Last night was pleasant, thank you."
"Thank you" what the heck?
Mike's mouth twitched: "You're welcome."
Well, although Zhao Hailun was born in Seoul, the Great Universe Country, she moved to the U.S. at a young age, and her attitude towards sex was like some U.S. women: no husband, no boyfriend, mutual consent, it's only natural. Women also have needs, this is human nature, no need to suppress it.
After sending Zhao Hailun off, Mike sat blankly for a while, then couldn't help but laugh.
It truly was a sight to behold.
Once he calmed down, Mike focused his mind on his consciousness space, where there was still a Fruit of Destiny.
"Activate the Fruit of Destiny." Mike silently chanted in his mind.
The Fruit of Destiny split open in the middle, emitting dazzling light.
The light dissipated.
A sword floated in the consciousness space, its length between a normal katana and a short katana, with a blade length of about sixty centimeters and an indigo blue scabble.
Mike focused his consciousness on the sword, and the system displayed text information:
[Weapon: Que Bee]
[Type: Zanpakuto (Permanent Item)]
[Note: A weapon forged from one's own soul as a prototype. Each one has its own soul, thoughts, and personality, so it is not just a weapon.]
"I have Senbonzakura, and I can still have other Zanpakuto? Am I actually suffering from multiple personality disorder, with a colorful soul?" Mike muttered, "Forget it, as long as I can use it, thinking too much will make me lose hair…"
System prompt: "To use Que Bee, you need to pay one million U.S. dollars in a single payment. Do you wish to pay?"
"Pay."
Mike remembered that Senbonzakura cost eight hundred thousand U.S. dollars, but Que Bee was one million U.S. dollars…
Is Que Bee stronger than Senbonzakura?
No way, no way!
This is unscientific.
Mike recalled Que Bee's special abilities.
First is Shikai: [Two-Hit Kill]—After Shikai, Que Bee is a golden, sharp finger blade worn on the middle finger. The part struck by Que Bee shows a black butterfly pattern, which is the "Hornet Mark." As long as Que Bee strikes the same part again, the Hornet Mark becomes an octagonal Hornet Mark with overlapping crosses. At this point, regardless of whether the strike hits a vital spot, the struck person will die, hence it is called Two-Hit Kill.
Then there's Bankai: [One-Hit Kill]—Que Bee's Bankai is called Que Bee Thunder Whip, and its shape is a golden missile about two and a half meters long. According to Mike's memory, the power of Que Bee Thunder Whip is similar to that of a Rattlesnake missile.
Mike's question is, can Shikai achieve a Two-Hit Kill by ignoring all rules? If it can, setting aside the problem of being able to hit the same part, this ability indeed has its awesome points.
In his memory, Mike didn't remember Soi Fon using Two-Hit Kill on anyone. Firstly, for opponents of the same level, it's not easy to hit the same part. Secondly, if one can easily hit the same part, then it's better to directly attack a vital spot, why be constrained by a One-Hit Kill.
As for Que Bee Thunder Whip's One-Hit Kill… there will always be a chance to try it out.
The image of a missile hitting a face, just thinking about it is exciting.
"So the system charges based on how much money is in the account—less money, less charge; more money, more charge, extorting as much as possible, right? Damn it!" Mike came to a conclusion that made him shiver with anger.
One million or eight hundred thousand, it's not a question of which sword is stronger at all, it's purely the system being a scam. As for why the system doesn't just charge ten million, one hundred million, or even one billion, hehe, no… Believe it or not, Mike would directly refuse to pay!
Do laborers have no temper?!