"What the fuck! I—"
When Shang-Chi woke up, he instinctively blurted out a curse, only to fall silent the next instant.
Not only because he realized he was no longer in that holding cell, but inside a lavishly outfitted limousine.
But also because the moment he sat up, opened his eyes, and turned his head, he saw a nightmare-like figure who was both incomparably familiar and someone he desperately wanted to forget.
"Father..."
The emotional upheaval of that moment was so great that Shang-Chi did not even notice Xia Ling lying nearby, deliberately playing videos aloud on her phone with her bare feet raised.
He stared blankly at Wenwu, who smiled and nodded at him.
There was not the slightest trace of malice in that smile, as if the cold-blooded underworld emperor who had once held his hand, led him into an enemy stronghold, and personally slaughtered dozens of enemies and their subordinates had never existed.
"Shang-Chi, you've grown up," Wenwu said with a smile.
Xia Ling mercilessly cut in, "And gotten uglier."
"Uh..."
Xia Ling's heartfelt jab instantly scattered more than half the fear and shame toward Wenwu that Shang-Chi had been holding in his chest.
It also made it impossible for the atmosphere in the car to remain grim and heavy.
With a miserable expression, Shang-Chi turned toward Xia Ling, who had her feet propped up at him while still looking at her phone, and asked gloomily, "How am I ugly? I've obviously gotten more handsome, okay? You, on the other hand, seem to have aged a lot—Pff!!!"
Before Shang-Chi could finish, Xia Ling kicked him over. He was forced into a forward flip and hurtled toward Wenwu, who sat opposite him with one leg crossed over the other.
Without even turning his head, Wenwu casually raised a