Guan Heng's Codename: Exorcist

You've really figured out my weakness, knowing I absolutely wouldn't refuse this mask. Guan Heng held the mask, his expression a little unnatural.

Fury handed Guan Heng a mask modeled after the red face of Guan Gong from Peking Opera, with the mouth and nose areas exposed.

Fury smiled smugly and shrugged. "As long as I found out you both have the surname Guan, picking this mask wouldn't be difficult. Listen, from today onwards, your codename is Exorcist. Understood, Agent Guan Heng?"

"Yes, Officer," Guan Heng replied with a wry, helpless expression. Of course, he couldn't refuse his own ancestor. Moreover, according to ancient tradition, Second Master Guan was a War God of loyalty and righteousness, awe-inspiring and just, who could ward off evil and bring good fortune, revered by all Huaxia exorcists and cultivators.

Fine, wearing Second Brother Guan's mask isn't too bad. With so many deities to worship, one is bound to receive their blessings. Second Brother, please watch over me more in the future. Guan Heng thought this, carefully putting away the mask. He suddenly turned to Fury and said, "So, boss, can I have another Adamantium mask? What if someone tries to hit my face?"

"I don't need to wait for someone else. I want to hit your face right now!" Fury was so enraged he was spitting fire and picked up a cup, ready to throw it.

"Haha, I'll be going then. See you!" Guan Heng teased Fury one last time before hastily slamming the door and leaving.

"Exorcist, that hero codename sounds pretty impressive," Peter Parker said, engrossed in writing something.

At this time, Peter was already receiving a salary from S.H.I.E.L.D. However, to keep it a secret from Uncle Ben and Aunt Mei, he had also found a part-time job at a newspaper, taking photos and writing news.

"And Spider-Man and Exorcist, what a powerful hero duo for New York City," Peter said wistfully. "Fighting crime together, protecting citizens. That's awesome, man!"

"Mhm," Guan Heng casually picked up a newspaper and started reading. "The hot topic in the city right now is definitely you, Spider-Man. I'm just an unknown hero at best. I only just got the codename Exorcist."

"And look at the photos in this newspaper," Guan Heng said with some displeasure. "Spider-Man's photos are all close-ups, but all the photos of me, the unknown hero, are just blurry backs. You didn't play favorites when you took them, did you? Now all the girls know Spider-Man, but who knows old Guan? It's frustrating just thinking about it."

"Hahaha, this is the consequence of you going solo to clear dungeons last time!" Peter burst out laughing.

"You're still holding a grudge because I faced the big guy alone?" Guan Heng sighed. "Alright, next time we clear a dungeon, I'll definitely call you."

Stark Enterprises Building, top floor, Tony Stark's laboratory.

"Hmm, the finer details of the Arc Reactor need to be improved like this," Tony typed on his computer and sketched on blueprints.

"Hey, Tony." Guan Heng suddenly appeared in the chair opposite him, startling Tony.

"My god! Guan Heng, where did you pop out from this time?" Tony almost had a heart attack, clutching his chest.

"Sigh, have you seen my supervisor, Aunt Kou? I haven't seen her in a long time. Aunt Kou is always disappearing lately, I'm so lonely," Guan Heng spread his hands.

"I asked first! How did you get in here? Can you really phase through walls? Teach me where you learned that," Tony continued, full of curiosity.

I'm not telling you the truth, Guan Heng thought. Should I tell him I summoned Er Ni and had her carry me through the wall? He probably wouldn't believe me anyway. Besides, Er Ni's abilities consume too much of her stamina, and she's listless right now. But the feeling of almost scaring Iron Man half to death is really great.

"You were just too focused on work and didn't notice me coming in through the main door," Guan Heng shrugged. "Also, you didn't even hear me knock. Are you trying to fool a ghost?"

"Is that so? Maybe I really was too focused on my work," Tony rubbed his tired, aching forehead. He then perked up and excitedly said to Guan Heng, "But all this hard work day and night has finally paid off. Come with me, I'll show you something good!"

Saying this, Tony got up from his desk and led Guan Heng to the other end of the room, in front of a cylindrical glass case. He pressed a button, and with a whirring sound, a brand-new red and gold armor rose within the glass case. "I worked day and night, exhausted myself, and finally developed the Third Generation!"

Tony introduced, "Look, the entire suit is made of military-grade titanium alloy. It has shotguns on the shoulders and anti-tank missiles on the arms. All super awesome designs! The red and gold color scheme was inspired by my favorite sports car. Pretty cool, right?"

Guan Heng curled his lip, inwardly dismissive. I've seen too many in movies. This Third Generation is still too crude in design, not perfect enough.

Listen to me, Tony," Guan Heng said, stroking his chin. "Everyone knows how heavy your armor is. You can't have people carrying it for you all day, running behind you. It's not realistic. I suggest you design a portable set of armor. The armor layers don't need to be too thick, and it doesn't need to fly. A standard weapon would suffice. Hmm, and it can be stored in a box, carried casually. In case of an emergency, you can change quickly."

"My goodness, that's a brilliant idea!" Tony rushed to the table, grabbing a pen and paper. Without looking up, he praised, "Guan Heng, you're simply a more talented armor designer than I am. Such imaginative ideas are truly breathtaking."

"Where, where? I only occasionally come up with a good idea," Guan Heng said humbly, thinking to himself, I'm just telling you about your own M5 design ahead of time.

"Right, I have something to tell you," Guan Heng said to Tony. "Brother already has a new codename: Exorcist. Use that when we contact each other from now on."

Saying this, Guan Heng wiped his arm across his face. A red Guan Yu mask covered his features.

Tony looked up. "Uh, this... to tell the truth, it seems you look better with a mask. This mask looks much more serious than you do."

With a wave of his arm, the mask disappeared from his face. Guan Heng said, "You're right. This serious mask represents Guan Yu, the War God and brave general from the Three Kingdoms period in Huaxia. He's worshipped as a deity by later generations in Huaxia. When I'm not wearing the mask, I can be flippant and cynical, but once I put it on, I become the embodiment of War God Guan Yu, with only the duty to expel evil and uphold justice. At this time, I must be solemn and dignified, without a smile."

Guan Heng sighed. "Wearing this mask makes me feel a great weight, but it also fills me with pride as a Huaxian."

"I see," Tony said. "It seems I must also show you respect when you wear the mask. Every tradition is a deposit of past history, worthy of our respect and preservation."

Then, Guan Heng resumed his smiling demeanor. "Alright, now that the mask is off, let's talk about something happy. You've been cooped up in the office for too long. Aren't you afraid of rusting? Why don't we all go out and have some fun together?"