Chance Encounter at the Bar

# Chapter 5: Bar Encounter

Having kicked a black man flying, watching him clutch his stomach and continuously vomit blood, the masked Li Wei couldn't help but laugh loudly: "Hello, go pick cotton back home!"

The Blue Hawk beside him couldn't help but twitch at the corner of his mouth. He felt that today's Angel seemed unusually excited. Earlier he'd said to hold back on the strength, but now he was hitting even harder than himself!

Even if this black man was healed, the rest of his life would be inseparable from coughing, asthma, and a series of other ailments.

And he wasn't even the worst off. Several of the ones ahead would probably have to squat to pee for the rest of their lives.

But they deserved it. What proper black man carries a knife in his pocket when going out?

He added another kick to the guy's head, completely knocking him unconscious, casually wiped the blood off on the wall, and Li Wei felt an unprecedented sense of relief. Violence really was the best way to vent—well, at least one of them.

"I've had my fun. Anything else going on today?"

Blue Hawk had actually been planning to go home. They were in New York now, and it would take some time to get back to New Jersey.

But since Angel was this happy, they might as well continue into the second half. With their physiques, going a few days without sleep was no problem anyway.

"Yeah, I know a guy called Oswalt Danica. He specializes in some fun little toys for us. Word is even The Seven have patronized him. What do you think?"

Saying this, Blue Hawk winked: "You know what I mean. Spiked."

Li Wei immediately understood what he was getting at. With a superhuman's physique, things like coke had about as much side effect and impact on them as smoking or drinking.

So to seek pleasure, truly powerful supers generally used some special goods.

And this "special" didn't just refer to their effects, but also their raw materials.

Based on what Li Wei knew from his past life, one of those raw materials was fetuses.

Mm, from humans.

Whether it was the one who thought this up, those who participated in manufacturing, or those who consumed them—without exception, they were all living beasts.

And this kind of thing wasn't even considered the most bottom-of-the-barrel among supers. That alone showed how twisted their daily lives were.

If you killed all the supers under Vought, you'd definitely kill some innocents. There were still some who genuinely wanted to do good.

But if you killed every other one, there would inevitably be some who slipped through the net.

The superpowers brought by Compound V didn't change people's thinking. They didn't turn people into saints or superheroes. They only infinitely amplified people's desires, courage, and execution—just like a gun.

Although going to a place like that might let him network with some supers, Li Wei still refused without hesitation.

"No, you go have your fun. I'm not interested in that. That's my bottom line."

Blue Hawk knew immediately that Li Wei was serious. He quickly laughed it off: "Then let's just hit a bar. I know several places that are gathering spots for fanatical worshippers of us supers. When you get there, just flash a little light, and tonight your bedmates will fill an entire room!"

As he spoke, Blue Hawk's face showed undisguised envy.

No matter how you looked at it, as a mixed-race person, Li Wei had an exceptionally handsome appearance.

Even if he didn't have the identity of Angel, or wasn't even a super at all, just his face alone would be enough to guarantee him a life without worries.

Of course, without this power, he might often find himself in situations beyond his control.

It wasn't just rich women who liked handsome men. A lot of men did too.

Li Wei felt a stir of interest. In both lives combined, he'd never had proper Western food.

"Alright, today's on me!"

"Oh, by the way, I heard a song on the foreign web yesterday called 'Sunshine Rainbow Little White Horse.' I think you'll definitely like it. I'll share it with you when I get a chance. Practice it a bit. Next time we go out to mess with The Boys, you can use it as background music."

Seeing Li Wei smile so sinisterly, occasionally glancing at the black men on the ground who'd all been beaten unconscious, Blue Hawk knew exactly what was up. It probably had something to do with them.

This made him smile even wider, and he agreed readily.

After all, wasn't the reason the two of them had gone from enemies to friends in the first place because of this shared hobby?

Finding a place to change into clean clothes, Li Wei followed Blue Hawk to a bar.

The moment he entered, Li Wei understood why Blue Hawk had been acting so mysterious at the door.

Besides the reason Blue Hawk had mentioned earlier, this place was also a themed bar for cosplaying supers!

The waitresses walking back and forth were all wearing flashy super suits, their expressions perfectly serious, but their outfits were extremely erotic—either showing off big asses or exposing both hemispheres.

He had to admit, their outfits were quite tempting. Li Wei was a little excited too!

But just sniffing lightly, he couldn't help frowning.

Actually, besides the abilities he'd mentioned earlier, almost all superheroes had additional enhancements in vision, hearing, and smell.

For example, some ultrasonic waves that normal people couldn't hear might be very piercing to supers. Godolkin University had some ultrasonic speakers specifically for emergencies.

And Li Wei's vision and smell were even superior to over ninety percent of supers.

This meant that when he focused all his attention, he could clearly see that the seemingly busty waitress ahead was actually filled with rubber—hard and stiff, not even jiggling.

Or take the blonde, blue-eyed American sweetheart on the right side. Her body contained the scent of at least five different men, meaning she'd had deep exchanges with them within the past week.

There were even several with foul smells wafting from them—rancid, fishy odors that nearly made him vomit.

Clearly, they either had body odor or gynecological issues.

And so on and so forth. This instantly killed Li Wei's interest.

Even if he was just out to have some fun, he wanted it to be clean—but this place didn't seem to have anything like that.

Still, since Blue Hawk had racked his brains to find this spot, he couldn't make his displeasure too obvious, if only to save face for the guy.

So Blue Hawk didn't notice his hidden irritation. After a brief introduction, he waved to the bartender and made a beeline for a big-ass chick.

Li Wei knew that girl was in for a rough night tonight.

As a third-tier superhero, aside from some talent in archery, he was still leagues apart from Homelander and the others in strength and the like. Even messing around with ordinary people didn't carry much risk of killing anyone, which only made him more reckless.

After muttering a few complaints to himself, Li Wei ordered some drinks, found a corner, and started drinking alone.

Since he was already here, he'd temporarily rein in his abilities and just feast his eyes.

But despite keeping a low profile, his face was like the Star of Africa on the British scepter, constantly drawing in men and women alike.

This made Li Wei sigh with emotion—truly, free America, damn open-minded. Lucky he was a superhero too, or he might not have kept his virtue intact!

For the guys, he generally doled out a few slaps, flashed the golden Desert Eagle at his waist, and politely told them to fuck off.

Though for a superhero, a handgun was just decoration, it was still pretty useful against ordinary people.

Especially the Desert Eagle, with its insane recoil and excessive weight, was rarely used by anyone under normal circumstances. Those who did wield it were either idiots or experts.

More importantly, all that gold represented serious wealth and powerful backing—not just anyone could hold onto it.

So even after getting beaten, most of these guys didn't dare make a peep.

Still, Li Wei figured there'd be trouble waiting for him after he left the bar. Even knowing he was strong, some people would still risk it all for such a fortune.

Well, he'd leave that to Blue Hawk. The few guys with shifty eyes just now weren't all black—there were a few white pigs too.

If he, as a Chinese-American, beat them up, and then his identity as Angel came out later, it'd be a bit of a hassle, big or small.

At the very least, Ashley, the head of superhero PR, would definitely find an excuse to lecture him.

He hadn't thought much of it before, but looking back now, he had reason to believe she knew he was a man she could never have, and was trying to get his attention this way.

Come to think of it, Ashley later got superpowers through drugs too. What were they exactly? He couldn't quite remember.

But if it was a fight between white people, even if one side was a superhero, the problem would be much smaller.

That was also one reason Li Wei got along with Blue Hawk. Sure, he was dumb, weak, and lecherous, with obvious flaws, but at least he could serve as toilet paper.

As for the women, Li Wei first checked their looks and figures—he liked them curvy.

If they met his standards, he'd activate part of his sense of smell to see if they were too slutty. Too slutty, and he'd pass.

Unfortunately, looking for a woman who wasn't slutty in a bar like this was like looking for a virgin in a Japanese high school—not impossible, but the odds were damn near zero.

So Li Wei could only keep drinking while shooing away wave after wave of people hitting on him.

And when they asked to add his Facebook, Instagram, YouTube, and Twitter, he flat-out refused.

He only had one big account now, with millions of followers.

It was maintained by a dedicated team, posting his so-called "heroic deeds," upcoming movies and TV shows, and occasionally some product promos. He couldn't give them that identity right now.

Just then, a sudden commotion and cheers erupted at the bar entrance, followed by a magnetic female voice.

"Hey, folks, looks like you're having a blast. Don't forget to support my new movie next week—Firecracker: Lord Savior!"