Overlord of Krypton in the Marvel Universe

Yan Shao picked out some clothes from the closet and looked in the mirror. Yan Shao said in a somewhat sultry manner: "Sure enough, I am the most handsome!"

Yan Shao in the mirror has a face as sharp as a knife, a straight nose, a pair of sharp eyebrows, and a figure that is so swollen that his clothes are stretched into tights. He is definitely the most eye-catching presence when walking on the street.

When he walked out of the room, he happened to meet two disciples who were cleaning up the martial arts hall. They saw Yan Shao's figure and asked: "Master, are you going out?"

"That's right, today is the time to teach Tony Stark again. You guys should take good care of the martial arts gym. If anyone comes to challenge me, ask them to wait until I come back."

"OK."

The two of them replied, looking diligent with their hands.

But after Yan Shao left, the two of them looked at each other, and the speed of cleaning up obviously slowed down, and they were chatting incessantly.

Obviously, the diligent look just now was all pretended in front of Yan Shao. Now that the real owner is gone, there is no need to pretend.

Little did they know that their every move at this moment was in Yan Shao's sight, but he didn't intend to argue with his disciples.

People pay money to learn boxing, not to clean. It doesn’t matter how fast or slow it is, as long as it’s clean in the end.

After walking out of the parking lot, Yan Shao drove his recently purchased Chevrolet toward Tony Stark's residence.

Now that Tony has been busy with his big projects, plus Obadiah and Pepper Pepper are in the office, he rarely goes to the Stark Group's building, and even the daily training place has been changed to

Tony's residence.

While driving, Yan Shao occasionally admired the surrounding street scenes. Unfortunately, as the most prosperous metropolis in the United States, New York has its own shortcomings. Those affluent neighborhoods are bright and beautiful, while the less affluent neighborhoods look a bit dilapidated.

Especially in some of the worst neighborhoods, not only do you often see zombie-like pedestrians on the streets, you can even feel a faint stench in the air.

"With such a huge and complex city, it's no wonder that it has become the center of the Marvel world." Just as I was thinking to myself, I heard two gunshots in the distance, and then I saw several masked people.

The masked man rushed over with a gun and something, and another person fell in a pool of blood.

There were pedestrians screaming and running away, and there were also people squatting in the corner to call the police, but no one went to check whether that person was alive or dead.

Yan Shao sighed softly and moved his neck.

Then...

Keep driving your own car...

He doesn't plan to be a superhero. There are more than a dozen shootings in New York every day, not to mention other vicious violent incidents. Unless he plans to transform into Superhero and do nothing but eradicate evil and evil every day, otherwise he won't be able to control it at all.

, too lazy to care.

Just humming the song softly, we quickly passed half the distance.

What he didn't expect was that when he was passing by a nice-looking neighborhood, two scantily clad blondes suddenly stopped his car, holding two signs in their hands.

It clearly says [Car Wash] on it

One of them, a blonde with beautiful blue eyes and a hot figure, came to the car window, gave him a wink, and said in a slightly magnetic voice: "Handsome, do you want to wash the car?"

As he spoke, he bent down and showed off his two proud volcanoes and the deep canyon between them.

Looking at the smooth paint on the hood and the deep canyon, Yan Shao tilted his head and thought for a while, then said righteously: "Don't say it yet, I think it does need to be washed, but you car washers

Is it legal?"

"Of course it's legal." He winked at Yan Shao, and the other blonde smiled.

"It's formal..." Yan Shao curled his lips with some regret, but still stuffed a five-dollar bill into the canyon. "Remember to give me a good wax."

Following the guidance of the two men, Yan Shao turned the car over.

As soon as I stopped at the roadside, I saw several strong men walking out of the alley. The leader's bald head had tattoos all the way from his arms to his neck. A few veins could be seen on the top of his bald head. His expression was very calm.

With his dignity, he can even be called kind.

Glancing at Yan Shao's car, the bald man said, "It's a good car. I bought it new. Now get out of the car and remember to hand over your wallet and mobile phone."

While he was talking, several other people had already formed a circle around the station, two of them still holding firearms in their hands and looking at Yan Shao with ferocious expressions.

Yan Shao looked at the two scantily clad car wash girls. At this time, the two of them were leaning against the wall and looking at the show. One of them saw Yan Shao looking over and blew him a kiss.

Touching his chin, he felt as if he had encountered a black shop.

In the eyes of a few people, it was time for Yan Shao to hold his head in fear and beg for his life.

Unexpectedly, Yan Shao not only ignored them, but also blinked at the two girls.

"Hell, get out of here!" Yan Shao's arrogance made several people angry. One of the strong men tried to pull Yan Shao out of the car with one hand toward the car door.

"Be careful, you won't be able to afford the compensation if my car is damaged." Yan Shao slapped the strong man's hand away and opened the car door.

A normal person would push the car door open, but Yan Shao's attack was like a hammer hitting the strong man's body, sending him flying out.

The tattooed man was also shocked by this turn of events, but he quickly said angrily: "Damn it, kill him!"

On the other side of the car, his accomplice had already raised his gun and aimed it at Yan Shao. Unexpectedly, Yan Shao jumped up, put his hands on the roof of the car, rolled over the car like a ghost, and kicked the man's wrist with his foot.

This kick directly broke the man's wrist, and the bullet he shot deflected, hitting his accomplice on the side.

There were two left, the tattooed man took out a gun from his arms, and the other rushed up with a fist. Yan Shao caught the strong man's fist with one hand, then pulled him towards him, and then moved his right elbow towards the opponent.

He pushed it into his arms, and the reaction force coupled with Yan Shao's own strength, the blow almost easily shattered half of the opponent's ribs.

When the tattooed man took out his gun, he was the only one left standing among the few people.

"Hell!" The tattooed man cursed, and without any nonsense, he shot directly at Yan Shao.

Normally speaking, a gun is fast from seven steps away, and a gun is fast and accurate within seven steps, but this principle lost its effect in Yan Shao's case.

With just a slight sway, Yan Shao dodged the bullet fired at him, and with another swipe, he had already grasped the tattooed man's gun-holding wrist.

Severe pain came from his wrist, and before he could beg for mercy, there was a creepy crunching sound. By the time he reacted, his wrist had been crushed to pieces.

A shrill scream was heard, and the tattooed man knelt on the ground holding his wrists, screaming loudly.

Yan Shao pushed the other person to the ground and found a wad of cash from the other person's body.

The tattooed man endured the severe pain in his wrist and said, "That's my money."

Yan Shao pointed to the dented car door just now: "You have made the car like this, don't I have to spend money to repair it?!"

The strong man who was knocked out by the car door is still unconscious. A person like this, let alone a car door that is not strong.

The tattooed brawny man wanted to say that the car door was hit like this by you yourself, but after looking at the miserable state of his other companions, he wisely kept his mouth shut.

Ignoring the five people lying on the ground, Yan Shao walked up to the two blondes.

The two of them had hugged each other and were looking at Yan Shao tremblingly, with only fear and begging for mercy on their faces, for fear that Yan Shao would vent his anger on the two of them.

After tilting his head and looking at them, Yan Shao reached out and pulled out five dollars from the canyon, and said regretfully: "It seems that you can't make this money."

When leaving, he took a special look into the alley.