Still the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D.?!

Looking at the blue energy sphere crazily expanding in Peter's palm, then at the desk lamp and pen holder trembling faintly from the terrifying energy fluctuations.

Black Braised Egg's mouth went dry.

He had seen many things.

Alien spacecraft, superpowered individuals, and a Flerken that looked like an orange cat but could easily devour anything.

But this thing before him...

He had never fucking seen anything like it!

This energy sphere seemed to have no upper limit at all!

Even more terrifyingly, the kid still looked completely unflustered, without so much as a flushed face or heavy breath.

Fuck! With that much energy being drained, didn't he feel like his body had been hollowed out?

If one sentence had to describe Black Braised Egg's state of mind, it would be:

Regret. Deep regret!

He had thought that, with the world's most powerful intelligence agency in his hands and Captain Marvel—who could punch through an alien fleet—at his back, he could handle any threat on Earth.

But now, he realized he had been wrong.

Distant water could not put out an immediate fire!

Even if he pressed that pager right now and Carol flew back from the depths of space, his ashes would have already been scattered eight hundred times over!

At that moment, he even began to wonder whether Peter was some kind of Inhuman!

But that did not make sense either!

Richard Parker and Mary Parker... that couple had both been outstanding agents on S.H.I.E.L.D.'s records. There was no record of either of them having superpowers!

Countless thoughts raced wildly through Black Braised Egg's mind, but they eventually converged into one crystal-clear realization.

He had kicked an iron plate—and a fucking Vibranium iron plate at that!

"Kid... calm down. We can talk this out... I never said I wouldn't agree to your demands, did I?"

The instinct to survive overwhelmed the director's dignity. Nick Fury ultimately chose to follow his heart.

But Peter merely raised an eyebrow.

"Kid?"

Black Braised Egg wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and cautiously asked:

"Little bro?"

"Sir?"

At last, Black Braised Egg closed his eyes and helplessly shouted:

"Lord Arbiter!"

Hum~

At last, the Big Ball Rasengan in Peter's hand dissipated, so quickly that Black Braised Egg and Coulson almost suspected everything they had just seen was merely an illusion.

Natasha could not help looking at Peter with an extremely complicated expression. He did not seem like a high school student who had only just come of age at all.

The instant their eyes met, Peter gestured with his lips toward the space in front of him. Natasha rolled her beautiful eyes at him, but obediently brought him a cup of coffee anyway.

Peter took small sips of the coffee, sweetened with sugar and milk, and looked at the pale-faced Nick Fury with a faintly mocking smile.

"Today, I learned an old saying from China: 'Arrogant at first, then respectful afterward—the thought of it makes one laugh.' I don't know what it means..."

Black Braised Egg's deathly pale black face flushed liver-red again, and fury faintly burned in his single eye.

That damned brat!

Nick Fury had run S.H.I.E.L.D. for so many years. When had he ever suffered such humiliation?

Yet he could not lash out.

The shadow of death cast by that blue energy sphere still hung over his heart.

He could only force down his rage and rack his brain, trying to seize back even a little initiative.

"Ahem..."

Black Braised Egg deliberately cleared his throat and forcibly changed the subject.

"Pet... Lord Arbiter, I think it is necessary for me to explain the existence of S.H.I.E.L.D. to you... blah blah blah... In short, the enemies we face are far more troublesome than you imagine."

"And—"

He stared intently at Peter, finally throwing out the trump card he had prepared long ago.

"The enemies we face are not entirely unrelated to you. In fact, your parents' deaths are closely connected to Hydra, S.H.I.E.L.D.'s greatest enemy!"

Black Braised Egg had expected to see Peter lose his composure, but Peter merely let out an unreadable cold laugh.

Wasn't it just Hydra and the Winter Soldier they controlled?

He knew these things even better than Black Braised Egg did.

Not only did he know those people existed, he also knew that the so-called S.H.I.E.L.D. had long since become H.Y.D.R.A.!

Other than the two senior agents, Coulson and Hill, who could be trusted, practically everyone else was dirty!

Seeing Black Braised Egg staring at him eagerly, Lord Arbiter ultimately "magnanimously" gave him a chance to display his eloquence.

"Go on."

Black Braised Egg was somewhat disappointed that he had not gotten to enjoy Peter losing his composure, but after adjusting his mood, he spoke.

"Hydra is Captain Steve Rogers's arch-enemy. As far as I know, your parents' deaths were connected to this organization's conspiracy!"

"But since those events happened far too many years ago, much of the information can no longer be verified. However..."

At that point, Black Braised Egg's emotions suddenly rose.

"Not long ago, our people found the Captain, who had been frozen in the Arctic for many years."

"We had been worried that forcibly thawing him would cause irreversible damage to his body, but now, your ability... happens to be capable of awakening this legendary hero!"

"If you can awaken the Captain, we may be able to obtain more crucial intelligence about Hydra from him. Not only would that avenge your parents, it would concern the safety of the entire world!"

Black Braised Egg spoke with impassioned righteousness, as though he were inviting Peter to join an incomparably noble and great cause.

But the very next second, the little black guy showed his true colors.

"However, in order to prove that your ability will not harm the Captain, I need you to first demonstrate your healing ability to me!"

By this point, Black Braised Egg could no longer help laughing smugly to himself.

He felt that he was fucking genius!

He could verify Peter's ability without lifting a finger, while also naturally getting the other party to save Captain America for free.

Who else in the world besides him could have come up with such a brilliant plan?

Clap, clap, clap~

Under Black Braised Egg's excited gaze, Peter slowly applauded.

"Mr. Black Braised Egg, I have to say, you really know how to work the angles."

Black Braised Egg's heart sank sharply, and an ominous premonition rose within him.

"With just a few words, you want me to work for you for free, and then help you awaken Captain America too? I have to say, you really understand how to freeload."

"But..."

Bang!

Peter's tone abruptly shifted. He suddenly slammed his palm down on the desk before him, shattering the solid wood desk on the spot.

"You're saying that a Captain who crashed into the sea in 1945 can provide important intelligence about my parents' deaths in a 1994 plane crash? Did you not use your brain before making up that lie?"

As he said this, he could not help looking at Natasha beside him, making the same gesture and expression as Zhen Zidan pointing and loudly scolding someone.

"Still the director of S.H.I.E.L.D., huh? You can't even make up a lie properly..."