Super God: One Punch and You're Dead Chapter 700

Stark's face turned green. He had already brought out everything he had—what trump card or ultimate move could he possibly have left?

If he did, would he still hide it away while Natasha and the others fought bloodily?

Inside the elegant bar, music flowed quietly.

Comfortable.

Quiet.

Angel Yan still sat in her usual spot by the window, wearing a dress Lin Yan had given her

from Lin Yan.

It was a romantic Bohemian-style gown, blazing red and dazzlingly eye-catching. Its layered skirt was patterned with hollowed-out designs, and exquisite, vibrant tassels drifted around her ankles.

Her skin was whiter than snow, her eyes like a clear pool of water. Whenever she glanced around, she carried an air of graceful elegance that captivated others, making them feel inferior and afraid to profane her.

Yet within that cold pride and lively charm was a soul-stealing allure that made it impossible not to be utterly enchanted by her.

Her face was crystalline as jade, like the glow around a new moon, like snow piled upon flowering trees. Her figure was exquisite, her bearing serene and relaxed; her tenderness and charm were beyond words. In every soft and graceful movement, her beauty was incomparable.

As long as Angel Yan sat there, she was a sight to behold.

"Coffee."

Qi Lin handed Lin Yan a cup of coffee. She had ground it herself.

Recently, Qi Lin's cooking had improved greatly, and she had also begun studying coffee.

It was said to be Geisha coffee from Panama's Emerald Estate.

Worth nearly a thousand dollars per kilogram, these coffee beans were scarce and had become an extremely sought-after commodity, a must-try for coffee lovers.

Of course, Stark had sent all these coffee beans.

"Not bad."

Coffee brewed from these beans carried the scent of fresh grass,