Super God: One Punch and You're Dead

A striking figure appeared, with a slender figure and an undeniably beautiful body beneath her clean, sharp uniform. Golden wavy curls draped over her alluring shoulders, and her sapphire-blue eyes were full of seduction.

The woman radiated feminine charm from head to toe.

Most irresistible of all were those bewitching eyes, like those of a little fox, making it impossible to look away.

"Stark, I never thought I'd run into you here.

"It's truly a fine bar. Such taste could only belong to..."

With a smile on her pretty face, Natasha sat down gracefully.

"Please make me a drink you like, sir."

Natasha's red lips parted slightly as she kept radiating sensual charm, her gaze fixed on Lin Yan.

"Exactly.

"Mr. Lin Yan's taste is absolutely impeccable."

Stark smiled faintly. He merely wanted to show off.

He, Stark, had gotten there first and had already become acquainted with Lin Yan.

Yet such obvious flattery did not stir the slightest reaction.

With practiced movements, Lin Yan mixed Natasha a Red Flame cocktail.

Natasha's beautiful eyes swept across the bar. When she had received Lin Yan's information, she had never expected him to be the owner of a bar.

It was somewhat unexpected.

All night long, Lin Yan's heroic battle stance kept surfacing in Natasha's mind.

Those handsome, dashing movements.

And that invincible strength.

Perhaps this self-proclaimed "national superhero," Iron Man Stark, was merely a little brother who could not fight.

They were not on the same level at all.

No.

They were not even in the same dimension.

Natasha's intentions this time could not have been clearer: she wanted to recruit Lin Yan and bring in such outstanding talent.

The bald director Nick Fury's exact words had been, "This man can determine the overall situation. Whoever gains him gains the world."