Basement.
Looking at the human-shaped lump of charcoal before him, Old Wang took out his phone, picked a good angle, and leisurely snapped a photo.
The angle was great. The pose was great.
Then, with a wave of his hand, he stored the human-shaped charcoal in the Heart of Azeroth and turned to run.
Skye had blacked out the surveillance footage in the area, and his powerful senses ensured there was no one nearby. Old Wang wasn't worried about being discovered. He quickly blended into the crowd outside, ran into Robbie on the way, and the two took a taxi to the Azeroth Specialties Shop.
"Close up."
Old Wang had Skye shut the door, then waved his hand again. The human-shaped charcoal appeared.
"This is Madame Gao?"
Skye had just finished her call with Natasha. When she saw the human-shaped charcoal, she froze, her expression turning strange. "Wang, you're not just interested in corpses—you're interested in human-shaped charcoal too? Your tastes are way too broad, aren't they?"
Old Wang: "..."
Skye, are you a horse or something? Your imagination really runs wild!
The child of an Inhuman and a lunatic—was her thought process really that different from normal people's?
Too lazy to complain, Old Wang reclined in his chair and waved a hand. "She's not dead yet. Not completely."
Not completely dead?
Skye moved closer for a careful look, then poked it with her finger. Bits of charred flesh crumbled off.
"She can still survive this?"
Skye was genuinely stunned. "Wang, didn't you say Jade Lightning was one of your eighteen favorite skills, and that anyone hit by it would definitely die? She's 'charred on the outside, tender on the inside' now—Chinese. I can even smell the meat!"
Old Wang shot Skye a sidelong glare.
Girl, could you stop making