Chapter 59: Thor Captured?
"Bastard!!!!"
Captain George Stacy's roar made the glass wall lamps in the second-floor hallway buzz.
Clutching the note filled with mockery, his eyes bloodshot, he lay on the floor, staring intensely at the empty space under the bed.
No breathing, no footsteps. That pervert wearing the chicken mask was like a puff of air, having evaporated into thin air.
Gwen wrapped herself tightly in the quilt, huddled in the corner of the bed, and guiltily averted her gaze.
Of course she knew what happened. Through her spider-sense, she could perceive that the moment Captain George Stacy fell, that bastard Lin Zhen had disappeared without a trace in a faint blue light.
"Blockade the block! Pull all surveillance footage!" Captain George Stacy jumped up from the floor, forgetting that his shoelaces were still tied in a dead knot.
"Bang!"
This New York Police Department captain fell to the ground again in extreme embarrassment, his chin slamming heavily onto the hardwood floor.
At the same time, in Manhattan, New York, at the S.H.I.E.L.D. Triskelion building.
The Director's office door was tightly shut.
Nick Fury sat behind his newly replaced fourth solid wood desk, his single eye bloodshot.
On the virtual screen in front of him were dense reports of the battle damage at Times Square, emails of accountability from the Mayor of New York, and a list of compensation for three damaged police helicopters.
"I can't live like this." Nick Fury picked up a freshly brewed cup of black coffee from the table, preparing to take a sip to stay alive.
Swish!
A blue light flashed above the ceiling without warning.
A figure wearing a floral shirt and a center-parted chicken mask fell out of thin air, landing with a "thud" precisely onto the leather guest sofa opposite Nick Fury.
Lin Zhen patted the dust off his butt, reached out naturally to take the coffee cup Nick Fury had just brought to his lips, and tilted his head back to take a big gulp.
"Pfft! Motherf***er, old man, are you drinking traditional Chinese medicine? It's so bitter!" Lin Zhen stuck out his tongue and casually stuffed the custom ceramic mug with the S.H.I.E.L.D. logo into his crotch. "The cup is confiscated as compensation for the damage to my sense of taste."
Nick Fury maintained the posture of holding the cup, the veins on his forehead throbbing violently twice.
"Lin Zhen!" Nick Fury slammed his hand on the table. "Do you know what you did in Times Square today! Illegal fundraising, assaulting police, hijacking helicopters! The Mayor of New York just scolded me on the phone for a full half hour, and Captain George Stacy is threatening to mobilize the guard to dig you out!"
"You can eat anything, but you can't say just anything." Lin Zhen crossed his legs and pulled out a handful of melon seeds to crack. "That was a legitimate raffle, tax-paying and all. As for assaulting the police, I really didn't do it. They were just shooting at me, and I was already giving them face. The helicopter thing is even more ridiculous; I just went up to help them perform a free annual vehicle inspection, and incidentally removed a few unnecessary parts to reduce the load."
Nick Fury took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the urge to draw his gun. He knew that talking about the law with this lunatic was a complete waste of time.
"The matter regarding the list has been temporarily suppressed, and Pierce hasn't made any unusual moves." Nick Fury pulled open a drawer, took out a document, and threw it on the table. "But you've caused new trouble. That blond strongman you used as a human shield, also known as Thor of Asgard, is now being detained by the New York Police Department."
Lin Zhen paused his melon-seed cracking and asked: "My lackey got caught? Isn't he invulnerable? Why didn't he fight back?"
"He refuses to harm mortal police, and he broke three pairs of steel handcuffs with his bare hands." Nick Fury rubbed his temples. "Captain George Stacy is taking all his frustration from not being able to catch you out on him. He treats Thor as your Mutant accomplice and is using extrajudicial punishment in the interrogation room of the 5th Precinct. If a god from Asgard gets beaten up by policeon Earth and causes divine wrath, we're all doomed!"
"This father-in-law has quite a temper." Lin Zhen muttered, reached out, and tapped the table. "So, what does this have to do with me? I'm not his babysitter."
"You go get him out!" Nick Fury stared fixedly at Lin Zhen. "Immediately, right now! Take S.H.I.E.L.D.'s special immunity order and get that so-called god safely out of the police station!"
[NPC Nick Fury has issued a new quest to you]
[Quest: Successfully take Thor out of the police station]
[Reward: EXP +1000, ruyi jingu bang fragment * 2]
Lin Zhen's eyes lit up. He rubbed his right thumb and index finger together and smiled: "Bailing someone out is no problem, but this is an extra task. Inter-departmental negotiation, enduring a father-in-law's wrath, and saving Earth's peace? This has to be epic difficulty at the very least, right? The mercenary fee is $50,000, no bargaining."
"You f***ing screwed over hundreds of his police officers just now, and now you want me to pay you to clean up your mess?!" Nick Fury roared.
"Are you paying or not? If not, I'm logging off to sleep now, and you can just wait for Odin to drive the Bifrost over and tear down New York." Lin Zhen shrugged, making a move to leave.
Nick Fury gritted his teeth, pulled a checkbook from the drawer, scribbled a string of numbers, and slammed it onto the table along with a black S.H.I.E.L.D. identification card.
"Take the money and get out!"
Lin Zhen very skillfully stuffed the check and the ID into his crotch, and casually grabbed the pure titanium stress ball used to weigh down documents on the desk.
"Boss is generous. Remember to call me next time there's such a lucrative job."
Before the words faded, a flash of blue light, and Lin Zhendisappeared from the office.
Nick Fury looked at the empty desk, so angry that he kicked over his chair.
New York Police Department 5th Precinct, underground interrogation room.
The blinding high-power incandescent light shone directly onto Thor's face.
He was handcuffed to an iron chair welded to the concrete floor, his limbs wrapped in extremely thick riot chains.
Captain George Stacy stood across from the table, a conspicuous bandage on his chin, his hands bracing the table, his eyes almost eating people alive.
"I'll ask one last time: where is that bastard wearing the chicken mask hiding!" Captain George Stacy slammed the table. "What kind of terrorist organization are you? What's up with your power? Is it genetic modification or Mutantserum?"
"Mortal, watch your tone. With my abilities, you really can't stop me if I want to leave!" Thor narrowed his eyes. Although bound by chains, he still maintained the arrogance of a god. "I said, I am Thor. That chicken head is a shameless thief; he stole my Mjolnir. I am not his accomplice; I am a victim!"
"Thor?" Captain George Stacy sneered and pulled a baton from his waist. "The New York Police Department doesn't believe in gods, only evidence. If you won't talk, I have plenty of ways to make you talk."
Captain George Stacy raised the baton, preparing to give this stubborn strongman a taste of his own medicine.
"Bang!"
The heavy iron door of the interrogation room was kicked open, the lock flying off directly.
Lin Zhen was wearing a very cool black trench coat, still wearing that iconic chicken mask on his head, and swaggered in.
Chapter 60: I'm Pawning This Kid Off to You to Wash Dishes
"Motherfucker, the decor in your NPC interrogation room is way too gloomy. This lightbulb's wattage must be over the limit; it's stinging my eyes."
Lin Zhen casually pulled out a frying pan and threw it with extreme precision, smashing the high-power incandescent bulb overhead into pieces.
Glass shards fell all over the floor.
The interrogation room instantly went dark, leaving only the faint light filtering in from the corridor.
Captain George Stacy abruptly drew his pistol, aiming the muzzle directly at the center of Lin Zhen's forehead.
"You perverted bastard, how dare you deliver yourself to my doorstep!" George gritted his teeth. He had just rushed back to the police station from home in a fit of rage, his mind filled with thoughts of tearing this masked guy into pieces.
Lin Zhen was completely unruffled. He reached out to catch the rebounding frying pan, and with his other hand, pulled the black S.H.I.E.L.D. Special Exemption Order from his crotch, slapping it onto the iron table with a "snap."
"Father-in-law, you can eat whatever you want, but you can't wave a gun around like that. Take a good look. This is the highest-level federal special exemption order. A small precinct Director like you doesn't have the authority to arrest me." Lin Zhen leaned on the table, his body tilting forward, his tone extremely arrogant.
George glanced at the S.H.I.E.L.D. emblem on the document and sneered, "Forging federal documents is an additional crime. Even if you pulled out a pardon from the President today, I'd still skin you alive!"
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, why doesn't this NPC play by the rules? Does he have a scripted kill?" Lin Zhen muttered, then reached back into his crotch and pulled out two more items, tossing them casually in front of George.
A leather wallet and a set of brass keys.
George's gaze fell on the tabletop, and his pupils instantly constricted. These were the personal items that had mysteriously disappeared at Times Square today.
"Father-in-law, you're too careless when you go out. You didn't even know you dropped your things with me." Lin Zhen pulled up a chair and sat down, crossing his legs. "By the way, let me report something to you. The water pipe in your second-floor bathroom is leaking a bit. I went over personally just now to help you fix it. I have to say, Gwenwas very satisfied with my plumbing skills; she kept praising me for doing a good job."
George's mind instantly flashed back to the scene when he rushed into the house earlier, seeing Gwen huddled in the corner of the bed wrapped in a quilt, her face flushed.
"I'll kill you!" George roared and pulled the trigger without hesitation.
"Bang!"
The gunshot was deafening in the small interrogation room.
Lin Zhen raised his right hand with extreme nonchalance, blocking his face with the black frying pan.
"Clang!"
The bullet struck the bottom of the pan, and the golden bullet casing ricocheted back at an even faster speed. It whistled past George's scalp and embedded itself deep into the wall behind him.
George felt a chill on the top of his head as a few strands of hair drifted down. He froze in place, cold sweat instantly soaking his back.
"Father-in-law, assaulting a police officer and attempted murder of a high-level federal Agent—that's enough of a charge to keep you in prison for the rest of your life." Lin Zhen stood up, snatched the gun from George's hand, dismantled it into a pile of parts in a few quick movements, and threw them on the floor. "For Gwen's sake, I won't hold this against you today. If you get this irritable again, I'll have to act in self-defense."
Thor, who was handcuffed to the iron chair, finally lost his patience. He struggled violently, causing the thick riot-control chains to rattle loudly.
"Lin Zhen, you shameless liar, return the Mjolnir to me immediately, or I will roast you into charcoal with lightning!" Thor glared, his eyes wide with rage.
"What are you yelling about? Isn't your big brother here to bail you out?" Lin Zhen walked over to the iron chair, raised the frying pan, and smashed it repeatedly against the high-strength steel riot chains.
With a few crisp clangs, the chains snapped into pieces.
Thor stood up abruptly, grabbed Lin Zhen by the collar, and lifted him up entirely.
"Where is the hammer!" Thor roared.
"Let go, let go. Why are you, an NPC, repaying kindness with ingratitude?" Lin Zhen slapped Thor's hand away and straightened his collar with righteous indignation. "I took the hammer to Stark Industries for a major maintenance service. You're an undocumented immigrant now. If I hadn't used the exemption order to protect you, you'd be stuck on Earth operating a sewing machine for the rest of your life. Do you want custody of the hammer back? If you do, behave yourself and be my underling."
Although Thor was a god, his brain clearly couldn't keep up with a player like Lin Zhen, who talked nonsense. He was left dazed by this rogue logic and could only stand to the side, gritting his teeth.
As Lin Zhen spoke, his gaze began to scan the interrogation room.
"Since I'm already here, I can't leave empty-handed." Lin Zhen walked to the corner, his eyes lighting up as he looked at the high-definition surveillance camera with infrared night vision.
He pulled out a screwdriver and, with extreme proficiency, ripped the surveillance camera, along with the cables in the wall, out and stuffed them into his crotch.
When passing by George, Lin Zhen also casually took the gold-trimmed Montblanc fountain pen from the table.
"Father-in-law, this pen looks quite fancy; consider it my appearance fee. See you around, and give my regards to Gwen." Lin Zhen waved his hand and swaggered out of the interrogation room with Thor.
George collapsed into his chair, staring at the empty tabletop. He was so angry that a mouthful of blood surged up his throat, and his vision went black in waves.
At the same time, the system popped up a notification.
[Ding! Mission complete: Successfully escorted Thor out of the police station.]
[Reward obtained: EXP +1000, ruyi jingu bang fragment* 2]
Listening to the extremely pleasant chime in his mind, Lin Zhen nodded with satisfaction and opened the system panel to take a look.
[ruyi jingu bang fragment (3/99)]
"The drop rate is so touching; the dog game designer is really not human."
...
Walking on the streets of New York, the night breeze was cool.
Thor's stomach emitted an extremely loud rumble.
"Hey, I'm hungry," Thor said.
"Fine, fine, fine. Since you helped me block a bullet today, big brother will take you to eat something good." Lin Zhenwaved his hand generously. "There's an authentic Sha County Delicacies up ahead, my treat."
Thor stopped in his tracks and held out his right hand. "Before we eat, you have to let me touch the hammer."
"Why are you so stubborn?" Lin Zhen rolled his eyes. With a flip of his right hand, Mjolnir appeared out of thin air.
Thor's eyes burned with fanaticism, and he immediately reached out to grab the hammer handle.
That familiar power of thunder instantly surged into his body, and Thor was so comfortable he almost groaned aloud.
Before he could even tighten his grip, Lin Zhen had already yanked the hammer back with extreme rudeness and stuffed it into his backpack.
"You touched it, now let's go." Lin Zhen clapped his hands.
"You!" Thor clenched his fists in anger. "I only touched it for less than a second!"
"A second is still touching it. A man can't be too greedy, you know? Some people can become a father in just one second." Lin Zhen spouted nonsense.
New York, Brooklyn.
The night was deep. Inside a Sha County Delicacies with a greasy sign and dim lighting. (Ahem, didn't I say Sha County is an international restaurant?)
Lin Zhen, wearing the chicken mask, watched the man in front of him with a twitching mouth.
Opposite him, fifteen empty bamboo steamer baskets for xiaolongbao were already stacked in front of Thor.
This Asgardian Thor was gnawing frantically on a braised duck leg, his mouth covered in grease.
"Eat slower. No one is fighting you for it. It looks like I'm abusing you."
Half an hour later, Thor grabbed the last steamed dumpling and stuffed it into his mouth. After chewing twice and swallowing, he grabbed a napkin from the table and wiped his mouth messily.
"This Earth food actually has a more intense flavor than the roasted meat in Asgard, but the portions are too small. It's not even enough to get between my teeth."
Lin Zhen leaned against the greasy red plastic chair back, watching the thirty-something bamboo steamer baskets stacked high on the table and the pile of braised duck leg bones next to them, his eyelid twitching uncontrollably.
"Motherfucker, you call this 'not enough to get between your teeth'? You ate the weight of an entire pig by yourself! I seriously suspect you're not the Thunder God, but the God of Gluttony."
Thor let out a loud, satisfying burp and patted his solid belly. He turned to look toward the kitchen and raised his right hand, shouting.
"Boss, bring ten more of those things called mixed noodles, extra peanut sauce."
Lin Zhen pressed down on Thor's arm, stood up, and walked to the checkout counter, tapping on the glass.
The fat boss walked over holding a greasy calculator, his fingers tapping quickly on the keys. Finally, he pressed the equal sign and pushed the screen toward Lin Zhen.
"Total is 980 USD. Cash or card?"
Lin Zhen reached into his crotch, unzipped, and dumped all the paper money and coins he had scavenged from Georgeonto the counter.
He rummaged through the pile of change, counted it twice, and there was only 423 dollars.
"Boss, give me a discount, round it down." Lin Zhen said, looking at the fat boss.
The fat boss's face darkened. He picked up the cleaver from the counter and slammed it heavily onto the cutting board.
"You're trying to dine and dash at my Sha County Delicacies? You should go to Chinatown and ask about the reputation of Brother Fatty. If you're a penny short today, neither of you is leaving this door."
Lin Zhen put away his wallet, turned, and pointed to Thor, who was sitting at the table picking his teeth.
"Boss, you've misunderstood. Look at that big guy, full of muscles, he's got strength. I'll pawn this kid to you. He can stay here and wash dishes for a month to pay off the debt. You don't even have to feed him."
The fat boss looked Thor over twice and nodded.
"This physique looks alright. He'll be useful for moving flour in the back kitchen. You guys are sensible."
Thor sat in his chair, listening to their conversation, his face instantly flushing red. He stood up abruptly and strode to the checkout counter.
"Lin Zhen, you actually want me, the dignified Thunder God of Asgard, to wash dishes? This is blasphemy against the gods."
"Cut the crap. Eating someone's food without paying is the real blasphemy. Big brother has a mission to save the world to attend to. You just work hard here and reform. I'll come pick you up when I'm done."
After Lin Zhen finished speaking, he waved his right hand, and a bright blue teleportation light enveloped his entire body.
"Bastard, leave the Mjolnir!"
Thor reached out to grab Lin Zhen's shoulder but only grabbed a handful of air; Lin Zhen had already disappeared from the spot.
The fat boss walked out from behind the checkout counter with the cleaver, pointing toward the back kitchen.
"Stop staring, hurry up and wash the dishes. If you don't finish, there's no food for you today."
Thor clenched his fists and took a deep breath. He, the dignified Thunder God, had actually ended up washing dishes on Earth. He swore that when he got the hammer, he would definitely strike this bastard wearing the chicken mask with the thickest lightning bolt.
Chapter 61: Ten Million U.S. Dollars, Not a Cent Less!
Malibu coast, Stark Villa.
In the underground laboratory, Tony Stark was wearing a black tank top stained with oil, holding a high-power welding torch, and was performing the final circuit welding on the leg armor of the Mark VI.
Blue light flickered in mid-air as Lin Zhen swaggered onto the workbench, kicking over a parts box filled with precision screws.
Tony was startled, the sparks from his welding torch veered off course, nearly setting his pant leg on fire.
"What the hell, Jarvis, didn't I tell you to set the Villa's security defense level to the maximum? Why can this pervert wearing a chicken mask still just walk right in?"
Tony threw down the welding torch and reached for the repulsor component on the table.
"Sir, the intruder used unknown spatial teleportation technology, completely bypassing the physical and electronic defense networks. I am unable to intercept him," Jarvis's electronic voice echoed in the laboratory.
Lin Zhen jumped off the workbench, pulled over an ergonomic chair, sat down, and propped his legs up on the table.
"Boss, don't get excited. I'm here to bring you some warmth. Are you taking on side jobs? Top-tier purple-grade materials, honest prices for everyone."
Lin Zhen reached into his crotch, fumbled around for a moment, and pulled out a thick mechanical arm with a cold, silvery luster and a red star printed on it, slamming it heavily onto the metal workbench.
This was the Winter Soldier arm he had dismantled from the Iron Monger.
This Iron Monger was not useful at all; it would be better to sell it to Tony as scrap metal.
Tony frowned, stepped forward to examine the mechanical arm closely, and reached out to tap the casing.
"The workmanship is too rough. The gear meshing at the joints completely defies aerodynamics. This must be some scrap metal from the Soviet Union in the 1990s, right? You're bringing this junk here to sell me scrap?"
Lin Zhen sneered, pulled out a frying pan, and smashed it hard against the mechanical arm.
With a loud "clang," the frying pan bounced off, leaving not even a scratch on the surface of the mechanical arm.
"Boss, have your smart butler scan it before you talk. Don't be ignorant of good goods."
Tony looked at Lin Zhen suspiciously and snapped his fingers at the air.
"Jarvis, perform a deep material scan."
A blue fan-shaped light curtain descended from the ceiling, sweeping back and forth over the mechanical arm on the table.
"Sir, the scan results show that the primary material of the mechanical arm is a high-density alloy with extremely high resistance to impact. However, its core value does not lie in the metal itself, but in the internal bionic neural connection circuits. This technology is even several years ahead of what we currently possess," Jarvis reported objectively.
"Jarvis, are you sure your scanning module isn't malfunctioning? This piece of junk, and you're telling me its neural connection technology is several years ahead of mine?" Tony gritted his teeth, his face full of disbelief.
Lin Zhen sat in the ergonomic chair, arrogantly propping his legs on Tony's workbench, his toes twitching.
"Heard that, Boss? This is called 'don't judge a book by its cover.' You NPCs are just too prone to judging people by appearances."
Lin Zhen crossed his arms over his chest; one could feel his smugness even through his chicken mask.
"This is a top-tier purple-grade material I got from soloing an elite BOSS. If it weren't for our deep friendship, I would have already sold it to Oscorp or Hammer Industries. One price: ten million U.S. dollars, not a cent less!"
Chapter 62: Modifying the Green Hat Hero Suit
Tony stood in front of the metal workbench, arms crossed over his chest, his eyes scanning the mechanical arm stamped with a red star with an extremely critical gaze.
"Ten million. Do you really think this iron rod, which is useless apart from its high-density alloy material, is worth that price?" Tony spoke at a rapid pace, trying to take the upper hand in the negotiation.
Lin Zhen sat in the ergonomic chair, his legs crossed and propped up on the table.
He completely ignored Tony's comment, reached his right hand into his crotch, and fished out the satellite phone he had swiped.
Lin Zhen pressed a few buttons, held the phone to his ear, and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Hey, is this my brother Justin from Hammer Industries? I've got a neural-link mechanical arm here that's ten years more advanced than Stark's. You want to buy it for nine million? Yes, yes, yes, it's right here in that grandson Stark's basement in Malibu. You better bring the money over quickly."
Tony's face turned black instantly.
He snatched the satellite phone from Lin Zhen's hand, hit the hang-up button, and turned to shout at the air: "Jarvis, write him a check. Take it from my personal account, and get him to get out of my lab with his money immediately."
Lin Zhen reached out, snatched the satellite phone back, and shoved it back into his crotch with extreme proficiency.
A check for ten million US dollars spat out from the printer nearby.
Lin Zhen ripped off the check, flicked the paper, and after confirming the amount was correct, tucked it into his inner pocket.
He stood up, and as he passed the workbench, his right hand swept across it with extreme naturalness, swiping a limited-edition miniature Arc Reactor ornament glowing with blue light into his hand.
"Sir, Mr. Lin has taken your desktop reactor model. That was a souvenir you just finished making last week." Jarvis's electronic voice echoed in the lab without a ripple.
Tony turned his head sharply, staring fixedly at Lin Zhen's bulging crotch.
"Motherfucker, I'm just helping you test the sensitivity of your security system. Your crappy butler talks too much; he doesn't understand social etiquette at all." Lin Zhen spoke shamelessly through his Chicken Brother mask, with absolutely no intention of taking the item out.
"You've got the money. The door is right there. Don't let the door hit you on the way out." Tony pointed at the laboratory door that Lin Zhen had smashed through.
Not only did Lin Zhen not leave, but he took two steps back instead.
He rummaged violently inside his crotch with both hands.
Clang.
A deep-green, bizarrely shaped personal flight glider slammed heavily onto the metal floor.
Immediately after, a set of exoskeleton armor, in the same forgiving color, was tossed onto the workbench by Lin Zhen.
"Don't be in such a rush, Boss. I've got one more big job. Help me modify this set of gear—paint it, add some special effects. This piece of junk has decent stats, but it deducts fifty points from my Charisma." Lin Zhen patted the chest plate of the green goblin suit.
Tony saw what was on the table, his brows furrowed tightly, and a flash of extreme disgust crossed his eyes.
"An Oscorp personal flight device? The design of this thing is a disaster in industrial history. The aerodynamics are a total mess. Where did you get this pile of trash? Don't tell me you're that Green Hat Hero on TV who gets chased and beaten up by everyone." Tony mocked him mercilessly.
"Cut the crap. Modify it so it has running LED lights, the speakers need to be loud and capable of playing heavy metal music—preferably with two subwoofers. The tail of the glider needs to spray colorful smoke, and saw off the horns on the helmet and replace them with two cockscombs. The color needs to be that blindingly bright gold." Lin Zhen rattled off his requirements in one breath.
Tony's facial muscles twitched wildly as he listened.
He, the dignified helmsman of Stark Industries and a top-tier tech genius, was being asked to do something like this.
"You are insulting my professional integrity. Don't even think about making me touch it." Tony sternly refused.
Lin Zhen pulled out a pitch-black frying pan and banged it against the workbench, making a deafening sound.
"Five million for labor costs. Are you doing it or not? If not, I'm releasing the video of your last suit's internal circulation malfunction to all the media in New York." Lin Zhenthreatened.
Tony took a deep breath and closed his eyes.
"Jarvis, create a new engineering folder, name it 'Hillbilly Modification Project,' and immediately activate the mechanical arms to start painting and rewiring." Tony gave the order through gritted teeth.
Lin Zhen sat down in the chair with satisfaction, pulled out a handful of melon seeds, and started cracking them.
Tony put on his goggles and began scanning the internal structure of the Green Goblin glider.
He discovered that the design of the micro-engine inside actually had some unique aspects. His eyes gradually grew fervent, his hands moved faster and faster, and sparks flew everywhere in the lab from various high-precision welding torches and cutters.
Lin Zhen spit out melon seed shells while barking orders from the side: "Install that subwoofer right on the front of the glider. Yes, yes, yes, right there. I want the whole of New York to be able to hear my entrance music."
Tony fought the urge to shove the welding torch into Lin Zhen's mouth and accelerated the modification progress.
Wearing his goggles, Tony held a micro-welding torch, performing a brutal dismantling of the circuitry on that forgiving-colored Green Goblin glider.
Lin Zhen sat in the ergonomic chair with his legs propped high up on the workbench, grabbing a handful of caramel melon seeds from who knows where, cracking them and spitting the shells onto the floor.
"Boss, don't connect the cables for those colorful running lights wrong. I want the gradient kind, you know, the kind that flashes crazily between red, yellow, blue, and green. It'd be best if it could blind the eyes of anyone looking at it." Lin Zhen spit out a seed shell and shouted, pointing at the exhaust port at the tail of the glider.
Tony's wrist jerked, the welding torch sprayed a burst of sparks, and he nearly set his heat-resistant gloves on fire.
He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the urge to shove the welding torch into that Chicken Brother mask.
"The aerodynamics of this glider were already a joke, and now you're making me add meaningless LED light strips and heavy metal subwoofers. This will severely damage its balance system. If you encounter strong air currents at high altitude, you'll be thrown off directly and smashed into a pulp." Tony gritted his teeth and explained rapidly.
"If I fall to my death, that's on me. Just add it. If you don't add it, how can I be a 'Ghost Fire Youth'? You don't understand the romance of us 90s'Shamate' culture." Lin Zhen waved his hand indifferently. "Oh, right, don't forget to gold-plate those two cockscombs. Use pure gold; don't try to fool me with brass. This is a purple-tier item, after all."
Tony closed his eyes; he felt his reputation was being rubbed into the dirt by this pile of junk.
He turned around and reached for the hydraulic wrench on the right side of the workbench, preparing to dismantle the stabilizer at the bottom of the glider.
His hand grabbed nothing.
Tony frowned and looked down, scanning the tabletop.
It wasn't there.
"Jarvis, where is my high-precision hydraulic wrench? I just put it here three minutes ago." Tony asked.
"Sir, according to the surveillance footage, one minute and forty-two seconds ago, Mr. Lin stuffed the wrench into his pants while you turned to grab the welding wire." Jarvis's emotionless electronic voice echoed in the lab.
Tony turned his head sharply, staring fixedly at Lin Zhen's somewhat exaggeratedly bulging crotch.
"You motherfucker, you even stole my wrench?!"
Chapter 63: Would I Only Steal One Wrench From You?
Lin Zhen widened his eyes; even through the chicken mask, one could sense his look of disbelief.
"Motherf*cker, as a dignified Senior Inspector of the Federal Chicken Head Administration, would I steal a lousy wrench from you?" Lin Zhen covered his bulging crotch with both hands and argued righteously.
Tony's mouth twitched violently. He took a deep breath and pointed at Lin Zhen's lower body.
"Jarvis, scan his crotch."
A blue, fan-shaped light curtain descended from the ceiling, scanning below Lin Zhen's waist with extreme precision.
"Sir, I have confirmed your hydraulic wrench, three Phillips screwdrivers, half a roll of electrical tape, as well as three water cups belonging to the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D., a blood-stained surveillance probe, the New York Police Department Director's wallet, half a piece of moldy pancake..."
Tony closed his eyes and rubbed his wildly throbbing temples.
"I swear, this is the most disgusting list of items I have ever heard in my life." Tony looked at Lin Zhen through gritted teeth. "Take out my wrench, immediately."
"Not happening. Whatever enters my bag is mine. The system didn't prompt that this was a quest item, so it's lootable, ownerless property." Lin Zhen crossed his legs, his toe twitching in mid-air. "Besides, this laboratory is my spawn point. What's wrong with me taking some respawning items? Hurry up and get to work; I'm in a rush to go tear up the streets at Times Square."
Tony stared intently at that punchable chicken mask for a full ten seconds.
He eventually gave up on the idea of reasoning with this psychopath, turned around, walked to another tool cabinet, and took another hydraulic wrench.
He knew that if he didn't fix this pile of green junk today, this pervert wearing a chicken head would definitely loiter in his basement forever, and might even tear down his load-bearing walls to sell for money.
"This air intake design is like stuffing a pig into a toilet bowl. Was Norman Osborn's brain caught in a door?" Tonyput on his goggles, sparks flying from the cutter in his hand onto the Green Goblin glider. "Even if I closed my eyes and typed with my toes, the aerodynamic algorithms I'd write would be ten thousand times better than this sh*t."
As a top-tier tech fanatic, even when facing a pile of trash, his damn OCD wouldn't allow him to deliver an imperfect work.
He ripped out the crude wiring inside the glider, threw it into the trash can quite violently, and turned to pull several superconducting fiber cables, custom-made by Stark Industries, from his parts cabinet.
Lin Zhen sat in the chair, his gaze beginning to dart around the basement.
He stood up, swaggered over to Jarvis's server host, took out the Phillips screwdriver he had just pilfered from his crotch, and gestured at the screws on the host panel.
"Boss, your case cooling isn't great. How about I help you take off the cover to let it breathe? Also, let me borrow two sticks of RAM; my crappy computer has been lagging even when playing Minesweeper lately." As Lin Zhen said this, he prepared to poke it into the screw hole.
"If you dare touch that server, I guarantee the Mark VI's palm repulsor will be shoved directly up your ass." Tonydidn't even look up, his high-precision welding torch as steady as a mountain. "That is a core array for a quantum computer, not that piece-of-junk gaming computer you have at home!"
"So stingy. Such a big boss and you can't even spare a few sticks of RAM." Lin Zhen pouted, put away the screwdriver, and wandered over to the other side of the workbench.
His gaze landed on a glass vessel emitting a faint blue glow, containing a small, irregularly shaped metal crystal that had just been synthesized.
Lin Zhen's eyes lit up, and he reached out to pry at the glass cover.
"Warning, Mr. Lin. This item is an extremely dangerous high-energy reactant. Forcible contact may cause all matter within a two-kilometer radius to be completely vaporized." Jarvis's voice sounded immediately.
Tony spun around, snatched the glass vessel from Lin Zhen's hand, and carefully locked it into an explosion-proof safe.
"What kind of locust are you? You want to steal everything!" Tony was furious. "Get back to your chair and sit there obediently!"
"Tch, fine, don't take it then. Acting like it's something rare." Lin Zhen shrugged and walked back to the chair to sit down. "By the way, Boss, why hasn't Pepper come by lately? Is it because you've been staying up late hammering metal and your body can't handle it?"
"Shut up!" Tony took a deep breath. "Jarvis, turn the lab's music up to the maximum. Play heavy metal rock; I don't want to hear this chicken make any sounds."
Deafening drumbeats exploded in the basement instantly, shaking the screws on the table until they danced.
Lin Zhen not only didn't find it noisy, but started shaking his head to the rhythm in an extremely arrogant manner. He reached out and swiped a roll of high-temperature electrical tape and half a box of pure titanium alloy nuts from the workbench, stuffing them into his crotch quite naturally.
Three hours later. The music stopped abruptly.
Tony threw away the goggles in his hand and let out a long, turbid breath.
He pointed at the brand-new object on the workbench, his eyes carrying a hint of a genius's pride, but also mixed with extreme disdain for the aesthetics of this work.
"Finished." Tony walked to the sink and scrubbed the grease off his hands vigorously. "I rewrote the balance algorithm, tore out that incredibly stupid micro-engine of Osborn's, and replaced it with a Stark Industries micro-arc thruster. The top speed can reach Mach 2."
Lin Zhen jumped up from the chair, his eyes glowing as he lunged toward the workbench.
The originally green Green Goblin glider was now coated in an extremely glaring bright gold lacquer, shimmering with the radiance of a nouveau riche under the lab lights.
At the front of the glider, two fist-sized directional subwoofers were perfectly embedded inside the armor.
As for the Green Goblin exoskeleton suit, it had also been changed to bright gold. The two devil-like horns on the helmet had been ruthlessly sawed off and replaced with two extremely ostentatious, giant chicken combs made of pure gold.
"Motherf*cker, this is so cool!" Lin Zhen held the helmet, unable to put it down. "Boss, I told you that you had a future. This craftsmanship, this paint finish—this is the kind of status a purple-tier item should have."
"Don't get happy too soon." Tony dried his hands and looked at him coldly. "As for your stupid marquee lights, I've replaced them with holographic projection technology. It can project a seven-colored matrix light effect at the tail based on your flight speed and airflow, so as not to drag down my overall taste."
"And for the pure gold chicken combs you requested, I used high-strength titanium alloy for the lining and built in a high-frequency sonic oscillator. Even if you use your chicken head to ram a main battle tank now, you'll be able to ram right through it."
Lin Zhen couldn't wait to put on the golden exoskeleton suit and wore the extremely flashy chicken head helmet.
He stepped onto the bright gold flight glider. Vroom!
The micro-thrusters at the bottom of the glider started instantly, emitting a pale blue light.
Lin Zhen hovered steadily in mid-air, and the tail of the glider immediately projected a dazzling, seven-colored holographic light strip, just like disco lights at a nightclub.
"Jarvis, connect the Bluetooth for me and play the most explosive 'The Most Dazzling Folk Style'!" Lin Zhenshouted in mid-air.
"Very well, Mr. Lin."
Boom!
The two subwoofers at the front of the glider instantly erupted with terrifying sound waves. The deafening tacky DJ music echoed crazily in the lab, and the sound waves even formed visible ripples in the air.
Tony covered his ears in pain, feeling like his eardrums were about to shatter.
"Get out! Take this pile of junk and get out of my house immediately!" Tony roared at the top of his lungs.
"You're generous, Boss! I'll come to you next time I have a job!" Lin Zhen gave an extremely arrogant middle finger in mid-air and tapped his toe sharply downward.
The holographic lights at the tail of the glider flashed instantly, and the thrusters emitted a piercing roar. Bang!
Lin Zhen, along with the glider, turned into a golden streak of light, crashing directly through the thick, bulletproof glass ceiling of the basement, soaring into the sky and disappearing into the night sky of Malibu.
The deafening tacky music faded away as he left. Only the giant hole in the ceiling remained in the lab, with the whistling sea breeze pouring in.
Tony stood in the messy lab, looking at the glass shards all over the floor and the overturned parts boxes, and let out a long sigh of relief.
This plague god had finally left.
He turned around, preparing to continue finishing the final welding of the Mark VI's leg armor.
However, when his gaze landed on the workbench, he froze instantly.
The new element armor plate, which he had spent an entire week refining and intended to use for the Mark VI's core defense, originally placed next to the welding machine, was gone.
Tony's pupils contracted violently. He flipped through the blueprints beside him in disbelief and then pulled open the drawer to take a look.
It was empty.
"Jarvis..." Tony's voice trembled, his hands clenched tightly into fists.
"Sir, system records show that in the seven seconds you turned to wash your hands at the sink, Mr. Lin used an extremely practiced technique to stuff that new element armor plate into his crotch." Jarvis reported dutifully. "By the way, he also took the last half-box of titanium alloy nuts off your table."
The basement fell into a deathly silence.
Two seconds later.
"Lin Zhen, f*ck you!!!!"
Tony Stark's heart-wrenching roar rushed out of the Villathrough the hole in the ceiling, echoing for a long time along the Malibu coastline.
Chapter 64: Harry's Commission
Queens, New York.
Lin Zhen pushed his iconic, center-parted chicken mask to the top of his head, revealing a mouth that was busy chewing.
He held that dark frying pan in his hands, the bottom lined with two sheets of greaseproof paper, on which five freshly baked, extra-large hot dogs were neatly arranged.
"Motherfucker, that stingy boss Tony didn't even provide a midnight snack, forcing me to fly across half of New York City on an empty stomach." Lin Zhen took a big bite of a hot dog and mumbled incoherently.
He had just returned from Malibu Beach, and now all he wanted was to find a Red-light district to sleep in.
Just as he picked up the third hot dog, ready to stuff it into his mouth, two young figures walked around the street corner.
The one on the left wore a somewhat faded red and blue plaid shirt, carried a slightly worn backpack, and was looking down, kicking a pebble on the side of the road.
The one on the right wore a perfectly tailored high-end casual suit, his hair meticulously combed, but his eyes were dark, and his expression showed an undisguised exhaustion and anxiety.
Lin Zhen chewed the sausage casually, his gaze sweeping over the two of them very casually.
"Huh, is that Spider-Man?"
Lin Zhen didn't expect to run into an acquaintance here. When his gaze fell on the young man in the high-end suit, a data panel instantly popped up in the top right corner of his vision.
[Target Locked: Harry Osborn.]
[Identity: Sole heir of Oscorp / Son of Green Goblin / Potential Red-named BOSS.]
[Status: Extremely grief-stricken / Mental breakdown imminent.]
[Estimated Loot: Massive amount of U.S. cash.]
Lin Zhen's chewing stopped abruptly, and he almost choked on a hot dog sausage.
Good grief, is this the biological son of his old acquaintance, Green Goblin?
Lin Zhen swallowed the food in his mouth calmly, scanning back and forth between Peter and Harry, unable to stop himself from frantically roasting them in his heart.
"Is this Spider-Man some kind of villain detector? The people he hangs around with every day are either mutant Hulk or mutant goblins. If he didn't go to the Male Frequency at Qidian to be a protagonist with this cursed lone star fate, it would be a waste of talent."
Just as Lin Zhen was slandering them inwardly, Peter Parker, who had been walking with his head down, happened to look up. His gaze passed through the crowd and landed with extreme precision on the dark, shiny frying pan in Lin Zhen's hand, then his gaze moved slowly upward to see the chicken mask pushed to the top of his head.
Peter's eyes lit up instantly. He grabbed Harry, who was still sighing beside him, and hurried over.
"Uncle, why are you eating hot dogs here? I thought that as a high-ranking Sir of S.H.I.E.L.D., you would be eating French fine dining in the Triskelion building." Peter greeted him, his face full of excitement.
Lin Zhen naturally hid the frying pan behind his back, pulled the mask down to cover the upper half of his face, and coughed twice to put on a mysterious and unfathomable appearance.
"Peter, I am on a secret inspection, observing the living standards of the grassroots people in New York, and by the way, investigating whether there have been any abnormal energy fluctuations in Queens recently." Lin Zhen was spouting nonsense, gilding his own lily without blushing or skipping a beat.
Harry Osborn, standing beside Peter, frowned. He looked up and down at this man wearing a floral shirt, a ridiculous chicken mask, and exuding an unreliable aura.
"Peter, who is this gentleman? Is he the elder you mentioned before who saved people at the United Bank?" Harry's tone carried a hint of suspicion; he obviously didn't believe that this guy eating hot dogs with a frying pan on the side of the road could be any big shot.
Before Lin Zhen could speak, Peter had already impatiently stepped into the role of a straight man to his funny man.
"Harry, don't look at his special outfit. He is a senior inspector of the Federal Chicken Head Administration. Even General Ross of the the military has to take a detour when he sees him. Last time at school, he was the one who smashed that big green monster away with a hammer." Peter lowered his voice, his tone full of blind worship.
When Harry heard the words "big green monster," his originally lifeless eyes shrank violently. His breathing became rapid, and his hands gripped the hem of his suit tightly.
Lin Zhen keenly captured the change in Harry's emotions. He knew the main event was coming, so he immediately put on a kind, elder-like face.
"This little brother looks unfamiliar. Your forehead is dark, your forehead is dark... has there been some trouble at home recently? If you have any difficulties, just tell your brother. In this part of New York, there is nothing that your brother here can't handle." Lin Zhen patted his skinny chest and promised grandly.
Harry seemed to have grabbed onto the last straw. He took a deep breath, his eyes instantly turned red, and his voice carried uncontrollable anger and trembling.
"Sir Lin, my name is Harry Osborn. My father is the chairman of Oscorp, Norman Osborn. Just a few days ago, our family suffered an extremely terrible disaster." Harrygritted his teeth, as if every word was squeezed out from between his teeth.
Lin Zhen was overjoyed in his heart, but on the surface, he feigned shock.
"Oh? Oscorp is a major taxpayer in New York. Who dares to touch the tiger's whiskers? Tell me carefully. I hate these illegal and criminal activities the most." Lin Zhen clenched his fists in righteous indignation.
Harry wiped the corner of his eye, his voice becoming hoarse with excitement.
"My father is missing, and on the night he disappeared, the top-secret laboratory on the third basement level of Oscorp Tower was ransacked by an extremely cunning thief."
Lin Zhen gasped in cooperation.
"This thief is too arrogant, simply lawless! Is there no justice left!" Lin Zhen condemned himself loudly, his acting skills deserving of an Oscar.
Harry slammed his fist into the nearby lamppost, his knuckles instantly breaking the skin, and blood seeped out.
"If it were just stealing things, that would be fine. That pervert is simply a psychologically twisted lunatic. He not only took away the serum, but actually left three tubes of yellow, extremely disgusting, goat-smelling urine in the constant-temperature test tubes that originally held the serum!" Harry was trembling with anger, his eyes almost spitting fire. "My father has been proud his whole life; this is simply the most vicious insult to the Osborn family!"
"Pfft!"
Lin Zhen couldn't hold it back and almost sprayed the hot dog he had just swallowed onto Harry's face.
He quickly turned around and coughed violently, his shoulders hunching, struggling extremely hard to hold back his laughter.
"Uncle, are you okay? Is the hot dog too spicy?" Peterquickly stepped forward and patted Lin Zhen on the back.
"I'm fine, I'm fine. I'm just too angry. This thief really lacks professional ethics. How can he urinate everywhere? If such a person falls into my hands, I will definitely beat the sh*t out of him with my frying pan!"
Lin Zhen turned around and cursed himself through gritted teeth, while frantically roasting in his heart.
"Motherfucker, I was clearly drinking iced happy water that night, where did that goat smell come from? Is the lab department of the Osborn family suffering from taste dysfunction?"
Harry didn't notice Lin Zhen's anomaly; he was immersed in his own grief and indignation.
"Sir Lin, you are a senior Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. and are well-informed. Do you know what the police's final investigation result was?" Harry looked up, his eyes filled with a complex hatred.
Lin Zhen pricked up his ears; he was also curious about how the police had characterized this case.
"The police finally locked onto the suspect through the traces of destruction left at the scene and the extremely faint green afterimage captured by surveillance footage." Harry gritted his teeth and said word by word, "It's that damn green mutant monster who committed a terrorist attack on the Queensboro Bridge a few days ago, not only hijacking a bus full of elementary school students but also trying to murder Mary Jane. The media calls him Green Goblin!"
"Don't let me know who Green Goblin is, or I will definitely make him pay the price in blood!!!"
Lin Zhen:???
Through the mask, he stared with those clear, big eyes, unable to react for a full three seconds.
Good grief, Norman Osborn became a mutant monster after injecting discarded serum because his secret room was ransacked by Lin Zhen and he was forced by shareholders.
As a result, the police investigation report, combined with the self-brainstorming of his own son Harry, directly pinned the blame for ransacking the secret room perfectly on the mutated Norman himself.
Your father stole your father's secret room, and then your father left a puddle of urine in your father's safe?
What kind of hellish logical loop is this!
But listening to it, it actually seems quite reasonable.
As a player with extremely high professional quality, Lin Zhen's facial management was on point. He slapped his thigh, making a crisp sound.
"So it was that green-skinned monster who did it!" Lin Zhen deliberately raised his volume, his tone full of sudden realization and extreme anger. "Harry, don't worry. Since I, your brother, have encountered this matter, I absolutely cannot sit idly by. I hate these perverted monsters who steal and urinate everywhere the most. I swear, as long as that Green Goblin dares to show his face again, I will personally twist off his head and use it as a chamber pot for you!"
Harry was deeply moved by Lin Zhen's extremely impassioned statement.
This rich second-generation usually dealt with those cunning old foxes in the shopping mall; where had he ever seen a "warm-hearted elder" like Lin Zhen who spouted nonsense and patted his chest with a thumping sound?
"Sir Lin, thank you so much. Peter really didn't lie to me. You are truly a hero full of justice." Harry shook Lin Zhen's hand gratefully and shook it vigorously twice.
Peter stood by and watched, also puffing out his chest with extreme pride, as if Lin Zhen's glorious image also illuminated him.
Harry let go of his hand, looked left and right, and after confirming that there were no suspicious people around, he reached into the inner pocket of his suit and solemnly took out a magnetic card that was pitch black all over, with pure gold lines inlaid on the edges.
Lin Zhen's gaze was instantly sucked by that card, and the system panel popped up a prompt in cooperation.
[Item: Oscorp Highest Authority Black Gold Card.]
[Quality: Purple (Epic).]
[Function: Can ignore any security system and directly open all secret facilities of Oscorp.]
Lin Zhen swallowed his saliva, resisting the urge to reach out and snatch it directly.
"Sir Lin, although my father is missing, Oscorp cannot fall." Harry handed the black gold card to Lin Zhen, his tone extremely serious. "This is the highest authority access card for the Manhattan Underground Warehouse No. 2. It stores a batch of the military-grade Vibranium weapon prototypes secretly developed by my father, worth over one billion."
Harry took a deep breath, and a look of extreme determination flashed in his eyes.
"I suspect that the damn Green Goblin's next target is Warehouse No. 2. I cannot let him destroy the last efforts of the Osborn family again. I want to formally hire you as our special security consultant in my capacity as the current CEO of Oscorp. Please, you must help me guard that warehouse. If you encounter that monster, please kill him for me!"
[Ding! Hidden quest detected: The Victim's Revenge.]
[Quest Objective: Go to Oscorp Warehouse No. 2, take over the security line, and defend against any possible intrusion.]
[Quest Reward: Experience +2000, Harry Favorability +50, ruyi jingu bang fragment *1.]
Listening to the extremely pleasant system prompt in his mind, and looking at Harry's face full of trust and expectation, the corners of Lin Zhen's mouth curled up wildly under the mask, almost reaching his ears.
This isn't a defense mission at all; this is the system personally stuffing the key to the granary into the rat's hand.
What is this called?
This is called an extremely legal, extremely legitimate zero-dollar purchase!
Lin Zhen grabbed the black gold card, stuffed it solemnly into his bulging crotch... oh no... pocket, and reached out his big hand to pat Harry's shoulder heavily.
"Harry, you are being too polite. What kind of hiring? Talking about money hurts our friendship. Don't worry, as long as I am here, if even a single screw is missing from that warehouse, you can come to me to settle the account!"
Chapter 65: I'll Put It In After Twelve O'Clock
Harry grasped Lin Zhen's hand, moved to the point of tears.
He felt that coming out with Peter this time was a huge bargain.
If not for Peter's introduction, how could he have met Lin Zhen? Although he still only had a superficial understanding of S.H.I.E.L.D., he knew it was a very upright department, dedicated to resolving certain natural events and global crises.
Being able to have someone from S.H.I.E.L.D. help guard the corporation, he could truly set his mind at ease.
He swore that if there was an opportunity, he would definitely thank Peter properly.
However, he still had some urgent business; he had a date with Mary Jane to see a play today, and the hotel was already booked.
"Well, Inspector Lin, Peter, I have something to attend to, so I'll be leaving first. I still need to keep my date with Mary Jane."
Harry waved at the two, Lin Zhen and Peter.
Peter:???
"What! Mary Jane asked you out?!"
Peter exclaimed. Mary Jane had always been the person he liked, and he had vaguely felt that Jane was interested in him too.
Hearing such news now, he suddenly felt like he was being cuckolded, and his heart felt stifled.
"What's wrong?" Harry turned back and asked, puzzled.
"N-nothing, have fun." Peter's tone was a bit dejected, but he still forced a smile.
"Oh right, help me ask for leave at school tomorrow. I reckon I'll be... playing until very late, so I might not be able to wake up."
Peter:???
No, you guys are going to have fun, and you want me to help you ask for leave?
I am Spider-Man, not the clown!
"Is... Jane already your girlfriend?" Peter couldn't help but ask.
Harry nodded and said, "What's wrong? She pursued me, and I reluctantly agreed."
Peter:???
"Didn't she say last time that she enjoyed being single?" Peter said.
"Did she say that? Wait, Peter, you don't like Jane, do you?" Harry looked at Peter suspiciously.
"Uh... how... how could that be!" Peter stammered, "I guess, a little bit..."
Harry patted Peter on the shoulder and said, "A woman like Jane isn't suitable for you. She is promiscuous; only a man like me can handle her."
"What kind of man are you?"
"A rich man."
"Uh... that actually seems to make sense."
"Peter, look at you, you're talented and handsome, and you even know people from S.H.I.E.L.D., why waste your time on Jane? I know you're very unhappy. Listen to me," Harrysaid earnestly, "Tonight, go have a little drink, jerk off, and tomorrow will be a brand new day."
"Then... then you promise me you'll treat Jane well." Petersaid with his head hung low.
"Alright, don't delay our hotel stay tonight, I really have to go." Harry patted Peter.
"You're still going to get a hotel room? I still like her a lot, how about you guys wait until tomorrow..."
"Fine, fine, fine, I promise you, I'll put it in after twelve o'clock."
"Thank you, Harry." Peter said, moved, but soon he seemed to sense something was wrong, "What do you mean by 'put it in after twelve o'clock'...?"
He wanted to say something more, but Harry had already walked far away, walking very hurriedly, seemingly impatient.
Lin Zhen stood on the side and couldn't help but chuckle.
"Brother, what are you laughing at? Harry is really loyal, isn't he? He knows I like Jane, and he specifically delayed the time until after twelve o'clock to..."
"Right, right, right, he really is your brother from another mother. You can't find a good buddy like this even with a lantern," Lin Zhen suppressed his laughter and patted Peter on the shoulder, "Alright, there are plenty of fish in the sea. Hurry home, wash up, sleep, and jerk off. If that really doesn't work, brother will take you to the Red-light district."