Something's wrong. Seriously wrong... It looked like they were trying to mooch off me!!!

"If you ask me, Asgard is just good for a laugh..."

Fang Mo shook his head, then pointed at the Hammer lying on the ground. "This little Hammer is your permanent home."

"What?"

Hela seemed not to understand, but she clearly sensed something was wrong. "Are you trying to avenge Thor because I crushed his Hammer? But that stupid thing used to be my wea—"

"It's not really about revenge."

Fang Mo interrupted her, then pulled out a Tinkers' Construct version of Stormbreaker from behind his back. "After all, the grudges between you and Odin are just family issues in my eyes. The main reason I'm targeting you is Asgard..."

"You're not even Asgardian! Why would you go this far for Asgard?!"

Hela desperately tried to struggle, but Fang Mo, pressing down on her, was like a towering mountain. No matter how hard she tried, it was futile.

"What does liking Asgard have to do with whether I'm Asgardian?"

Fang Mo spread his hands and asked, "I failed the entrance exam for the Vienna Academy of Fine Arts and was so poor I couldn't even afford bread, but what does that have to do with becoming the world's greatest painter? Oh, and by the way, my favorite kind of painting is Jewish painting..."

"I have no idea what you're talking about!"

Hela roared and slammed both hands against the ground.

The earth quickly began to tremble. Then, with a thunderous boom, black-green spikes burst from beneath the ground and stabbed straight at Fang Mo.

"Quit it!"

Yet Fang Mo lightning-fast raised a hand and snapped the spike in half. He then reversed it and viciously drove the broken half into Hela's left buttock.

"Ah!!!"

Hela trembled with rage, her face twisted and her eyes bloodshot. "I'm going to kill you..."