Iron Man

On the bus, Lin Feng watched the city under the evening sky, fiery red sunset clouds shining between crystal-like buildings and reflecting brilliant light.

Only after he had delivered Old Huo to his family did he leave with peace of mind.

Lin Feng believed that even a drop of kindness should be repaid with a spring's worth of gratitude. Naturally, he did not want anything to happen to Old Huo.

Marvel World was full of danger. For all anyone knew, someone could mix a few chemical elements into a potion and create a Superman.

Old Huo's family lived very far from the antique shop. By the time Lin Feng took the bus back, the sky had gradually turned dark.

It would have been rather late if he continued on to Master Wan's martial arts school.

So he called Master Wan in advance and changed course back to the antique shop.

On the bus, Lin Feng watched the passing vehicles.

As they passed Stark Industries' compound, he wondered whether Stark and Obadiah's conflict had progressed to the point of open warfare.

Then he caught sight of the distant night sky, in the direction where the sun had set.

A red-and-gold metal figure streaked toward the compound with a long trail of flame behind him. Soon afterward, a burst of clanging combat noises came from inside.

There was also the rapid rattle of gunfire. The fighting was intense.

It had finally begun. Lin Feng's pupils contracted, and a hint of suppressed excitement flashed in his eyes.

He hurriedly got off the bus and ran toward the Stark Industries compound.

Getting to watch Iron Man firsthand was not something ordinary people could experience.

Having come to this Marvel World, Lin Feng certainly would not miss the movie that had opened the glorious Marvel universe.

But just as he reached the roadside beside the Stark Industries compound, a familiar woman stopped him with several agents in black suits.

"Sir, we're with the FBI. We suspect that you may be connected to a murder case. Please cooperate with our investigation, all right?"

Natasha displayed her FBI identification. Then several agents behind her stepped forward and slowly surrounded Lin Feng.

Lin Feng could not help being stunned by the beauty of the woman men all over the world clamored to drink bathwater from.

She was even taller than the actress who played her. Her figure was slender and curvaceous without an ounce of excess, practically a walking aphrodisiac.

No wonder she was worshipped by so many men.

"Natasha Romanoff."

Lin Feng felt as though he were riding a roller coaster, utterly exhilarated.

He was about to meet two important figures from the Marvel universe in one day. He had truly struck it lucky.

But Natasha was not nearly as excited. She understood the Chinese Lin Feng had spoken.

Yet hearing Lin Feng call her by name sent an odd shiver through her.

"You know me?"

Natasha asked in Chinese.

How could this young man, who looked barely twenty, know her name? She rarely used her real name when carrying out missions.

"Uh... how should I put it? There isn't a young person who doesn't know it."

In his excitement, Lin Feng had forgotten that Natasha was merely a movie character. She knew nothing about the world Lin Feng came from.

But Lin Feng's words made Natasha overthink things:

Has my identity been exposed? Who leaked it? Is there a mole in the agency?

One question after another arose. The more Natasha thought about it, the stranger it felt, until she even sensed a trace of fear.

If there really was a mole in the agency, then so many secrets—and so many unknown weapons—

What an enormous crisis that would be.

This Chinese man definitely knew many secrets. She had to bring him back.

Seeing that her subordinates were still standing there dumbfounded, Natasha did not hesitate in the slightest. Her hand shot out toward Lin Feng's shoulder.

Lin Feng's expression changed instantly. He had been excited a moment ago, but now he nimbly shifted his body to the side and evaded the grab.

Even without relying on his superhuman reflexes, he could handle this kind of sneak attack now.

Perhaps he was simply gifted, but Lin Feng learned Master Wan's martial arts exceptionally quickly.

Coupled with Master Wan's two days of wholehearted instruction, his improvement in technique had been astonishing.

"Get him!!"

When Natasha saw that her strike had failed, she knew that this young man was no ordinary person.

She shouted, and all the agents around her rushed forward with electric batons raised.

Lin Feng immediately realized that he had said the wrong thing.

Given S.H.I.E.L.D.'s usual style, they would never let him go under these circumstances.

And the fighting inside the compound was growing more intense. It would probably spill onto this road within minutes. He had to deal with these people quickly to avoid further complications.

Lin Feng fully displayed everything he had learned over the past two days, drawing a graceful circle through the air with both hands.

His palms quietly gathered force as heavy as a thousand pounds.

"Tai Chi?"

Natasha's eyes froze when she saw Lin Feng's stance.

She knew Tai Chi as well. Not only Tai Chi, but she had also studied many Chinese martial arts, such as Wing Chun, Hung Gar, and Five Element Fist.

As an agent, Natasha studied the martial arts of every country.

She therefore knew the weaknesses of every style very well.

But with Tai Chi, the weak practitioners needed no weaknesses to be found, while the strong ones had no weaknesses to find.

The strength of this art depended entirely on the practitioner.

Lin Feng had studied it for only two days, but he had his superhuman reflexes to rely on.

When the agents rushed forward, his palms moved like fish swimming through water, weaving back and forth among them.

He deftly redirected the crackling electric batons, followed by a series of dull thuds.

Then came a chorus of screams.

In the blink of an eye, at least seven or eight agents had charged him, only to be knocked down by Lin Feng in an instant. He moved so quickly that even Natasha, with years of combat experience, could not tell what had happened.

Finally, Lin Feng stood in place in the White Crane Spreads Its Wings stance, looking at Natasha with a hint of provocation in his eyes.

These agents were no match for him. He did not even need to use the martial arts he had learned.

But Natasha had been an agent for many years and possessed extensive combat skills.

Lin Feng could learn a great deal just by exchanging a few moves with her.

With a little time still left, he did not want to let such a good opportunity slip away.

But Natasha did not indulge him. She suddenly drew one hand from her waist.

A delicate little black pistol was aimed at Lin Feng.

Seeing this, Lin Feng's carefully assumed White Crane Spreads Its Wings stance suddenly seemed like a joke.

Faced with the pitch-black muzzle, he did not dare lower his hands, yet keeping them raised did not seem right either.

"Hands up!! Don't move!!!"

Natasha looked at Lin Feng with a cold smile, her eyes carrying a trace of mockery.

Knowing he could not beat a gun, Lin Feng did as Natasha said.

But he had barely raised his hands when Natasha yelled at him not to move.

He was instantly confused. She wanted him to raise his hands, yet would not let him move. How was he supposed to do that?

Just as the two were at a standoff, a violent explosion suddenly erupted from the wall of the Stark Industries compound beside them.

Two humanoid machines gleaming with metallic luster flew out from inside and crashed directly into a bus.