Three Days Later, Atop the White House, We Shall Decide the Victor and the Vanquished!

A bald man in a red hooded robe stepped off a train docked in New York. He hailed from Atlanta, located beyond the Appalachian Mountains.

This man wore a gourd at his waist, filled with white wine. His left hand was constantly clenched as if unaccustomed to something missing.

The bald man had a pale face without a beard. His once-strong muscles had gradually "atrophied," but he felt concentrated essence, shedding past superficiality, and now felt more powerful all over.

Due to his tall stature and broad frame, he couldn't cultivate a trace of femininity, but it suited the temperament of a fair-faced young scholar.

If not for the tattoo on his head and a ferocious scar across his brow, he likely would have been pursued by many wealthy women.

However, he was now completely indifferent to women.

In his heart, there was only one person: the powerful, mysterious, and beautiful Invincible East!

"I need to get a good sword first."

The bald man glanced at Adam Smith, who was enjoying the spotlight on a screen in the station hall, and a bloodthirsty smile appeared on his face.

"Although you appeared earlier, I am the most loyal follower of Lord Dongfang!"

After a glance, the bald man strode out of the station, heading straight for Chinatown.

This bald man was named Johnny Tyson. He was once an underground boxer in Atlanta, earning meager commissions by risking his life.

Don't think that underground boxing matches can lead to riches just because they generate millions in revenue nightly. Most of the cut is taken by the organizers, and the clubs providing the boxers then take another large chunk, leaving only a tiny fraction for the fighters.

Of course, if you can build a reputation and attract your own following, the organizers will offer higher commissions and even be willing to share a portion of the profits.

But all of this comes at the cost of a shortened lifespan.

Few underground boxers die of old age. They either perish in the ring or on a hospital bed. Even if they manage to retire, they suffer from old injuries in their later years, and most of the money they earned is spent on medical treatment.

Johnny Tyson was a miserable little boxer. Every time he fought to the death, the money he received was less than what he'd get from "shoplifting." After a serious injury, the club abandoned him, and he could only rely on his last savings for medical treatment and daily life.

That night, he was penniless. He planned to end his suffering by jumping off a building, but a black videotape appeared on his apartment floor.

Ah Qiang met Ah Zhen on a starry night.

From then on, his life, which had been devoid of color, gained a vibrant splash of red. Johnny Tyson's life gained meaning.

However, Ah Qiang could not tolerate Ah Zhen's past.

Johnny Tyson discovered, after his operation, that another man in New York was imitating the Invincible East.

Jealousy kept Ah Qiang awake at night; he wanted to possess Ah Zhen completely!

The great Lord Dongfang needed no second follower. Johnny resolved to eliminate all men who had received gifts from the Invincible East.

That's why he came to New York from Atlanta.

He trained diligently for over three months and, through actual combat, killed the club owner, boxers he had conflicts with, and the entire gang that organized the underground matches.

Johnny Tyson was confident that his skills were no weaker than Adam Smith's. Coupled with the combat experience honed through years of underground boxing, he was definitely much stronger than a miserable office worker or a pathetic cuckold!

Johnny Tyson, a ruthless man of few words, found a good sword in Chinatown and immediately issued a challenge to Adam Smith.

Under the cover of night, he carved a message on the wall outside the Wall Street Stock Exchange building with his sword.

"Three days from now, atop the White House, we shall settle this matter of skill and decide life and death!"

The signature read "Sunrise in the East, Only I Am Invincible," written in Chinese.

Clearly, Ah Qiang's feelings for Ah Zhen were intense; he had taught himself Chinese for three months for her.

By morning, Wall Street was enraged, New York was abuzz, and America was in an uproar.

Lin Hao, the instigator, was momentarily taken aback by the choice of battleground, then revealed a knowing smile. "Interesting. Now the Invincible East will be famous throughout America. The Eunuch Chamber can officially open for business."

After a moment of thought, he recalled Sadako and tossed her a sword – a sword forged from Vibranium.

"Take this and give it to Baldy Qiang."

He had noticed the sword in Adam Smith's hand in the news these past few days and guessed it was likely Adamantium. The sword Johnny Tyson obtained on the market wouldn't withstand a few clashes.

These two eunuchs were both talented individuals from the Eunuch Chamber and could serve as sensational advertisements. They couldn't be harmed for now.

If only Adam Smith had appeared, most factions would assume it was an isolated incident, not replicable. When they saw Johnny Tyson next, they would start to react and investigate the reasons behind it.

At that point, whether to undergo the procedure or not would become a dilemma for many American men.

In the future, facing an increasingly dangerous survival environment, the number of people willing to undergo the procedure would undoubtedly grow.

Early in the morning, in the Director's office of S.H.I.E.L.D.

"Black Nick Fury" Nick Fury sat behind his desk, with Phil Coulson standing respectfully beside him, reporting new findings.

"This Japanese man, Kurosaki Ichigo, has acquired over a third of Stark Industries' stock. He held a shareholder meeting with Tony Stark yesterday. The content of the meeting is currently unclear..."

Nick Fury quickly reviewed Kurosaki Ichigo's profile and found him to be a very normal Japanese businessman with established industries and involvement in the financial sector, trading stocks with both profits and losses.

This time, he took advantage of the fluctuations in Stark Industries' stock price to buy at a low price, thus becoming a major shareholder.

"Something's not right."

Nick Fury found the problem after only a brief look. "If this last buy was because he blindly trusted Tony Stark, then his short-selling operation three months ago... was too decisive."

"Five million US dollars with a ten-times leverage is indeed a bit risky, but he has made similar moves in the past, even losing several times," Coulson's attitude was not as certain as his boss's.

"Don't worry about what he did in the past, because past experiences could be a perfect setup."

Nick Fury always maintained a special agent's mindset, suspicious of everything.

"You have to look at what he's doing now and what he wants to achieve."

"Alright, I'll keep an eye on him." Coulson immediately added Kurosaki Ichigo to his priority surveillance targets on his tablet, then reported, "Adam Smith, that Red Swordsman, has been particularly active lately."

The screen began to display surveillance footage and news reports from various television stations.

"Boss, this guy isn't simple. I've checked the background information and recent financial records of those reporters, and I can't find anything suspicious at all."

The fact that Coulson couldn't find anything suspicious was suspicious in itself.

"No need to investigate further, he works for Pierce." Nick Fury revealed the answer directly: "Pierce is trying to build a team of superheroes."

"This..." Coulson carefully considered, then stated his position: "He's no longer the director, and he doesn't seem to have the authority to do that."

"He doesn't have S.H.I.E.L.D.'s authority, but he has the authority granted by wealth."

Nick Fury took a pragmatic view of these matters. He himself was using funds allocated by the Security Council to secretly support the survival of the Skrulls in exchange for their help in intelligence work.

Moreover, Alexander Pierce was currently an executive of the Security Council. If he persuaded the council to establish a special operations team independent of S.H.I.E.L.D., many people would likely agree.

Since taking power, Nick Fury had maintained strict control over S.H.I.E.L.D., and many had already been dissatisfied with him. Although he didn't realize he was controlling nothing, S.H.I.E.L.D. had long since become a snake's nest.

After completing his morning briefing, Coulson left the director's office.

The tablet was still playing footage of Adam Smith beheading an armed robber with his sword.

"As expected of Pierce, it's quite similar to my plan..." Nick Fury muttered to himself.

In less than a moment, the office door was violently pushed open.

Phil Coulson's face was filled with alarm: "Director, something big has happened!"

Seeing the two lines of text in the scene footage, Nick Fury's face turned as black as... well, it was impossible to tell.

"Bastard, he's provoking America!"

I originally wanted to have the final battle on top of the Statue of Liberty, but the great author said the White House would also work, just don't expose Comrade Obama. So, everyone, please be careful not to mention him when commenting!!!

PS: So far, I haven't deleted any comments. For those friends who found their comments disappeared, it wasn't me deleting them; it was the great author protecting this book. I sincerely ask everyone to be more tactful in the future and use pseudonyms more often.

I sincerely thank the great author Penglai for giving me this opportunity and for his great kindness. In the future, I will strive to improve my driving skills and bother the great author less for revisions.