"Wake up, it's daylight!" Zhan Liu rolled his eyes at Nick Fury. "What kind of beautiful dream are you having?"
"You want the Sorcerer Supreme to step in over something this trivial?"
"That'd be like one of your sheep dying, then going to the president to pay his respects. Ridiculous!"
Nick shouted excitedly, "This isn't a small matter! More than a hundred thousand people died this time!"
"Come on, stop putting on an act in front of me! You make it sound like you actually care that much about human lives." Zhan Liu leisurely ate his steak and drank his wine.
"The ones who drowned in the flood were probably just poor people, right? Important figures all live in luxury apartments."
Nick stared at him for a while. Seeing that he remained perfectly calm, eating and drinking as usual, he knew he could not bluff him. So he stopped acting and changed his approach.
He reached out and took the bottle of wine, pouring himself a glass as well.
"Romanee-Conti. You really have taste." He looked at the label on the bottle.
"Why not make yourself comfortable when you're spending some rich bastard's money?" Zhan Liu raised his glass toward him.
Nick clinked his glass lightly against Zhan Liu's, took a sip, and said with a smile, "Not all important figures like living in luxury apartments. Many prefer villas, and some even have their own estates in the countryside."
"Which unlucky bastard died?"
"An important figure from Washington. His death was an accident, and none of the people involved were prepared for it at all. You could say that if they could bring him back to life, those people would be willing to pay any price." Nick spoke with pointed meaning.
"Is that so?" Zhan Liu said indifferently. "Then if