Knock, knock!
At one in the afternoon, Li Si had gone to the rare trouble of making himself a sumptuous lunch—instant noodles. He was only halfway through when he heard a knock at the door.
"Coming!"
He mumbled a reply, calmly slurped the noodles in his mouth, then carried the bowl over and opened the door.
Just as he'd expected, Nick Fury was standing outside, bald as an egg and with only one eye.
It was a good thing Nick Fury was Black. Otherwise, that bald head, slick as if it had been waxed, would have been blinding—especially in the bright sunlight with the sun behind him.
"Li, your lunch looks pretty simple!"
Nick Fury walked in without so much as a by-your-leave and glanced at the instant-noodle bowl in Li Si's hands.
"I told you, I can barely make ends meet. I'm so broke I can only afford instant noodles."
Li Si didn't mind people watching him eat. He finished off the noodles in a few bites and tossed the bowl aside before saying, "Come on. I'll show you the suit."
With that, he led Nick Fury straight into the garage. Without bothering with any small talk, he pointed at the suit worn by one of the mannequins.
"This is it? You said this was an upgraded version? And it costs ten thousand dollars?"
Nick Fury's face darkened even further, veins rising on his forehead.
The suit Li Si was pointing at was almost identical to the sample he'd received earlier. Both were a mishmash of rags and wires. The only real difference was that this one looked a little neater: the fabric was brand-new, and the wires had been tidied up.
"Of course. Is there a problem?" Li Si said with a smile.
Nick Fury took a deep