"This... this is..."
Wanda froze instantly at the sight from not far away.
"Urgh!"
Unlike Wanda's stunned silence, Vision, whose neck Fang Mo had seized, was filled with despair. He struggled continuously. "Tha... Thanos, you..."
"Sorry, you've got the wrong person."
Fang Mo slowly shook his head and spoke calmly. "I am Darth Vader, your fath—cough, cough—the supreme ruler of the dark side of the Force."
"What?"
The other man seemed to be stunned for a moment upon hearing that.
"Your stone is pretty nice. It'll do perfectly for making me a new lightsaber."
Before Vision could figure anything out, Fang Mo suddenly raised his hand, copied Thanos's old move, gripped the Mind Stone, and began pressing downward.
"Urgh... aargh!!!"
Vision immediately let out a scream.
"Wait! Wait!"
Wanda clearly panicked at the sight and hurriedly rushed toward Fang Mo. "No! Please don't do this!!!"
"Don't you know it's common sense to kneel and sing when you apologize?"
Fang Mo's hand did not stop at all. With a crack, he forcibly pressed a dent into Vision's forehead, followed by a crisp shattering sound.
"I'll sing! I'll do anything! Stop pressing!!!"
Wanda finally knew fear. She dropped to her knees with a thud. "...What do you want me to sing?!"
"Sing this: Please don't pick at things everywhere~~"
Fang Mo casually hummed a line.
"...What?"
Wanda suddenly froze, seemingly unable to process it.
Yet at that exact moment, a crisp crack rang out. Fang Mo's fingers directly crushed Vision's forehead and forcibly ripped the Mind Stone, along with countless wires, out from inside.
A small burst of sparks flickered.
Vision's body lost all color, becoming a cold, ash-gray machine.
"No!!!"
Wanda cried out. Then, as if every bit of strength had been drained from her, she collapsed onto the ground with