There's No Such Thing as a Free Lunch

Thor shook his head and got to his feet, only then noticing Loki locked inside a cell.

A look of delight immediately appeared on his face. "Loki, it's really great to see you."

Hearing this, Loki looked utterly disgusted. "It's not great at all for me to see you. What rotten luck."

As he spoke, he turned around to face the wall, clearly in a terrible mood.

He had come to Earth to deal with his idiot older brother. Yet now, he was the one in a cage while his foolish brother was outside.

Given the difference in their situations, it would have been strange if he were in a good mood.

"Hey, Loki, we're brothers. We should be helping each other now. That way, we can leave this place together and return to Asgard!"

"Return to Asgard? Hah. If you could really return to Asgard, would you have been captured and brought here? Thor, why are you still so stupid?"

"Loki, I was captured because I heard you were here. I came willingly. Otherwise, who could possibly be a match for me?"

"Oh, really? Are you sure no one is a match for you?" Upon hearing Thor's words, 2B slowly stepped out.

Before Thor could react, she grabbed one of his legs and slammed him back and forth against the ground like a salted fish.

In an instant, Thor, who had been boasting that no one could defeat him a moment ago, lay on the ground like a limp puddle of mud, looking utterly peaceful.

At the sight, Loki immediately sprang to his feet in excitement.

He clenched his right hand into a fist and pumped it hard, shouting repeatedly, "Yes! Yes! That's it! Miss 2B, keep swinging him!

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