"No, it wasn't."
The underling replied.
"It's fine. Tell him to get lost."
Hearing that it was not the person from his memories who had brought him pain and humiliation, Ulysses Klaue relaxed. He waved dismissively and gave the order with a cold sneer.
As a globally renowned underground arms dealer, he was bold and crazed by nature. During the events of Avengers 2, when the robot Ultron came looking for him with Quicksilver and Wanda—three people who were clearly far from ordinary—he had still stubbornly refused to budge on the price of Vibranium.
"My private doctor advised me to drink more black tea. It's good for heart health."
"I pulled another all-nighter. It's already past three. Time to go home and have some tea."
"Yes, boss."
The man was just about to turn and tell the people ahead to toss the person in front of the car aside.
Then, from beside him inside the car, a cold voice slowly sounded.
"Having too violent a temper isn't good for your heart either. Didn't your private doctor tell you that?"
"Who?"
Klaw abruptly turned to look.
The black-haired, black-eyed handsome youth removed the helmet from his head.
"But it's all right. With my help, you won't have to worry about that problem much longer."
He sat inside the car, gazing leisurely at the night outside as though he were in his own vehicle, as though he were the master of this convoy.
"Who are you? How did you get in here?!"
Klaw's pupils shrank in shock. He nearly jumped up, his body recoiling to one side as he prepared to throw open the door and flee.
He had seen much in his life and knew that this world was not as simple as people imagined. For instance, who would have thought