"Not bad luck. Translucent came right to me, saving me some time."
Andrew smiled. Under normal circumstances, in a couple of days, Translucent would be captured by The Boys, who would plant a bomb in his ass and blow him to pieces.
Andrew had originally planned to force Translucent into signing a contract then, but since he had delivered himself to Andrew's door, Andrew naturally would not stand on ceremony and would settle this matter early.
"Looks like I need to beat you up before you start talking. Hey, I really like this part."
Translucent snorted and silently approached Andrew from behind, preparing to give him a thorough beating. In New York, no one was allowed to be this damn arrogant.
Just then, Andrew used Dragon Tail Sweep, spinning around and driving a heavy kick into Translucent's chest. With a bang, Translucent crashed into the wall, leaving a deep dent in it.
Andrew turned around and said with a look of disgust, "A naked man shouldn't get so close to me. I'm not that famous gay guy named Tony, you know?"
"You can see me?"
Translucent got up in great surprise. Andrew scoffed. "Isn't that obvious? You can only turn invisible. You can't control your sound, smell, or soul. How could I possibly not see you?"
"You're asking for death."
Translucent flew into a rage and charged at Andrew again. Humming background music, Andrew rapidly swung his umbrella, smashing it into Translucent like a Stormy Attack—bang, bang, bang.
The Kung Fu Master had returned to the martial world.
At first, Translucent could barely block a few blows, but he soon became nothing more than a punching bag. Two minutes later, Andrew had beaten him flat on the ground, unable to move, and he had reverted to visibility.
Translucent stared up