Guan Heng Is Not Stumped (Fifth update today)

Guan Heng casually caught the punch and said with a sneer, "Kid, your punch can't even kill a fly. This is what a real punch looks like."

He then threw a Russian Hook. BOOM! The opponent spun four and a half times in mid-air before crashing into the wall again. He crumpled in the corner, his life or death unknown.

"Damn it, I used about forty percent of my strength on that punch. I didn't kill him, did I?" Guan Heng muttered to himself. He had intended to capture the guy alive to hand over and interrogate him about the whereabouts of his four accomplices. "Hey, you better not die!"

The opponent struggled to his feet, swaying unsteadily. He spotted Guan Heng, crouched low and lunged with a sweeping kick. Guan Heng flipped forward in mid-air, landing right behind him. He casually took out a large syringe and plunged it into the opponent's neck. POKE!

Guan Heng chuckled, "Relax. Once I've drawn your blood, you're free to go."

At this, the skinny man whose robust body had shrunk heard him, utterly bewildered. A wave of fear suddenly washed over him. POP! The syringe was filled with blood and pulled out. Guan Heng then delivered a swift chop to the back of his neck. The man's eyes rolled back, and he promptly fainted.

"Guan Heng, put away the syringe and turn to shout outside the alley, 'Simon, get over here if you're not scared to death!'"

Simon Alekseev peeked his head out from behind the wall. "Is the danger over? Is it safe?"

Guan Heng looked disdainful. "With your attitude, you call yourself a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent? I really don't know how you got selected. Compared to your guts, a mung bean is three times bigger."

Simon defended himself, "I was escorting that frightened lady and her child to the car just now. She was quite scared. Then he continued, "Didn't I tell you before? I used to be an investigator for the Food Safety and Health Administration. I carried a gun, but I didn't have much field experience."

He walked closer timidly, Simon stammered fearfully, "What do you want me to do? It's not going to be..."

Guan Heng rolled his eyes. "Nonsense. Why else would I bring you here? If I just wanted to watch the show, I might as well have brought Hill. It would fit the saying 'a pair of men and women, work is not tiring'."

Simon trembled, "You can't force me like this. I have human rights!"

Before he could finish, Guan Heng had already dragged him to the unconscious skinny man. "Stop the nonsense and get to work. Otherwise, when we get back, I'll make a big meal for you. Pork, beef, lamb, dog, rabbit – I'll let you taste every kind, and you'll relive the slaughterhouse feast in your mind every day."

Simon was so wronged he was about to cry. "If I had known this would happen, I wouldn't have told you I was a Food Spirit User. I really regret it."

Guan Heng chuckled lightly. "It's too late to regret it now. Just consider it a small favor. For the next half month, all your canned beetroot will be on me. Hurry up and finish the job so we can pack up and go to sleep."

Simon had no choice. He grabbed the skinny man's arm and was about to take a gentle bite when Guan Heng said coldly, "If you bite too shallow and still can't recall their hiding place in your mind, then eat the whole arm."

His face changed drastically. Simon cursed under his breath, opened his mouth wide, and bit down hard on the skinny man's arm. Many images flooded his mind instantly. A moment later, Simon rubbed his throbbing head and said, "Pier Number Six, Warehouse Number 652. That's their hiding place."

Guan Heng smiled, his face beaming with joy. "Excellent! Simon, you truly are the best Food Spirit User. Thanks, buddy."

Ever since he discovered Simon's ability as a Food Spirit User, Guan Heng had been using him for tasks every few days, employing all sorts of cajoling, threats, and inducements. Simon liked collecting all sorts of ship and aircraft models, as well as beautiful model photos lighters. Guan Heng did his best to find them for him, regardless of the cost.

Now, the secret of Simon being a Food Spirit User was kept strictly between the two of them. Guan Heng wasn't foolish enough to let others share his convenience. Simon dared not speak of it either. If one Guan Heng was enough to torment him to death, what would happen if others found out?

A hurried mobile phone ring sounded. Guan Heng answered, "Hello, Hill? It's so good to hear your voice. Interested in having dinner with me to catch up?"

"Shut up! Have you finished the mission? It's been less than three hours. I'm waiting for the results here," Hill said irritably on the phone.

Having been with S.H.I.E.L.D. for half a month, Guan Heng had already completed three missions, all independently. It was unprecedented for a rookie to be unsupervised and unescorted. Firstly, his primary supervisor, Nick Fury, completely ignored Guan Heng. He was the director and wouldn't be running around with him. Secondly, his secondary supervisor, Phil Coulson, was currently preoccupied with Iron Man and didn't have time to look after a rookie like Guan Heng. He was completely left to his own devices.

Moreover, Fury intended to make things difficult for Guan Heng, hoping he would embarrass himself and then come begging for help. Who knew that Guan Heng had a perverted Food Spirit User by his side? With just a bite from him, cases were almost solved. Even heaven favored Guan Heng, sending Simon to help him. Who could have predicted that?

Yes, yes, reporting for duty, Officer Hill. Five fugitives, captured one. I'll have Simon send him back. Guan Heng said, pretending to be serious. I'm heading to their hideout now. Wait for my good news. Are you really not considering the dinner date? Guan Heng hadn't finished teasing before the other party abruptly hung up.

Guan Heng chuckled. This female superior was too cold. He couldn't help but want to tease her, just to see signs of the Iceberg melting.

He nudged Simon, who was rinsing his mouth. "Hey, Hill wants you to send the prisoner back. Be careful on the way, and tie him up tighter."

"Naturally. If he knew I bit him, he'd tear me apart! Simon said with a mournful face. It's all your fault, always making enemies for me everywhere."

"If we're good buddies, don't be so petty. I'll give you two photo albums of Ali. Beyoncé later. She's the hottest young model." Guan Heng didn't forget to offer a bribe. Simon was a good helper. Whips and candy, neither could be missing.

The two parted ways and went about their business.

Half an hour later, Guan Heng kicked open Warehouse 652 at Pier Number Six. He quickly beat down four Gene Mutants and their burly subordinates, drawing their blood in the process. With five syringes in hand, he called Hill to send someone to collect the criminals and hummed a tune as he headed home.

Back at the villa, he glanced at the clock on the hall wall. It was already midnight. It seemed Simon wouldn't be back tonight. It was time for his solo special training again. Guan Heng rubbed his hands together. Fighting those criminals tonight didn't seem to provide much of a workout. Dabao was more suitable as a sparring partner.

With that thought, Guan Heng went to the kitchen to make some supper to reward himself. To train his body, he needed to maintain nutrition. He wasn't like Simon, eating beets with a long face every day. Guan Heng loved meat. Biting into a ham sandwich and sipping a drink, he began to enjoy his brief rest on the hall sofa.