The lit cigarette butt had not even reached the crowd before a familiar voice carried over.
"Motherfucker!"
Deep underground, everyone could vaguely make out a dark silhouette approaching. It eventually stopped in front of Fang Mo.
"Long time no see, Nick."
Unlike the others, Fang Mo recognized Nick Fury at a glance. He smiled as if greeting an old friend. "How's the alien cotton growing on Svartalfheim lately?"
"Whiter than the product those fucking Brooklyn gangsters sell."
Nick Fury replied irritably before suddenly asking, "But neither those Brooklyn assholes nor the cotton from Svartalfheim are important right now. I have something far more important to ask you... did you make this sinkhole?"
"This..." Fang Mo's gaze visibly wandered. "P-Probably?"
"I need a more certain answer."
Nick Fury took a hard drag from his cigarette, then tossed it to the ground and crushed it beneath his shoe. "If you did it, just admit it boldly. It's not like anyone can do anything to you anyway, right?"
"That's right, I fucking did it!"
Fang Mo immediately puffed out his chest with pride. "That axe strike of mine shook heaven and earth and made ghosts weep. If Chen Xiang had seen it, he'd have shouted, 'Sixth Uncle is fucking awesome!' If Loki hadn't accidentally called the Bifrost... Hela would've been chopped alive into Sea-la on the spot!"
"Motherfucker! So it really was you!!!"
Nick Fury's face, concealed in the darkness, seemed to grow even blacker. "Look at the mess you made!"
"So what?"
Fang Mo spread his hands. "Wasn't that what you said? It's not like anyone can do anything to me anyway..."
"I knew you'd say that."
Nick Fury sighed, though there was also a trace of relief in his voice. "But thank God, it's a good thing you were the one