Thor did not use up the seven minutes Zhang Heng had given him. After entering the convenience store, he dragged Set straight from the floor into the employee changing room in the back.
When he emerged five minutes later, however, both his right palm and Mjolnir were smeared with blood.
Thor took a pack of wet wipes from the shelf, tore it open, and wiped his hands as he walked back to Zhang Heng and An. He first glanced up at An, then said to Zhang Heng, "He's yours."
Although An had already guessed the outcome, his expression still changed slightly upon hearing this. He said to Zhang Heng, "No matter what Set has done, you have no right to execute a god."
"You're right, but it's not like this is the first time I've done something like this." Zhang Heng gripped the Hidden Sheath at his waist again.
Seeing that he could not persuade Zhang Heng, An could only turn to Thor. "Since you've gotten what you wanted, you should hand Set back to the Organizing Committee."
"I may not like that kid, but one thing he said was right—Thor is still a name worth something in terms of credibility." The God of Thunder and Strength sounded unconcerned. After a pause, he said to Zhang Heng, "I'll keep an eye on this old man for you. If you want to kill Set, go ahead. Just a reminder: to kill Set for good, you need to split his body into at least seven pieces. Otherwise, he'll still find a way to come back to life."
After thanking him, Zhang Heng also entered the changing room. As the door closed again, An's face turned livid. He questioned Thor, "So you really intend to go through with this no matter what?"
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