New Mexico

Black Widow was speechless. She had lived for so many years, yet she had never seen anyone this outrageously absurd.

Absurd beyond all reason!

Only now did she understand what Fury had meant by "unmatched" and "do not provoke" in Yake's evaluation report.

"Peter, let's go home!"

Seeing the two of them standing there dumbfounded, Yake shook his head. Such sheltered people... He grabbed Peter by one hand and left.

His phone rang at just that moment. Yake looked at it and, sure enough, it was May calling.

"Thank God, Yake! Are you two all right?"

"Of course. How could anything happen to us? We'll be back soon, so don't worry!"

"Mm-hmm, I'll wait for you at home!"

May had seen the news on television about the Iron Soldiers going out of control at the Hammer Industries Expo. She immediately called Yake, who had taken Peter there for a visit. Fortunately, neither of them had been hurt.

"Oh my God, I can't believe it, Uncle Yake! You're incredible! You destroyed all those Iron Soldiers so effortlessly. From now on, I'm your most loyal fan!"

Peter pawed all over Yake as though trying to discover the secrets hidden in his body. His mouth did not stop moving either, and he kept talking nonstop.

"Uncle Yake, did you use the Force just now? Do you think I have the talent to learn it? I think I probably do."

Expressionless, Yake walked over to the SUV, opened the door, tossed Peter inside, and slammed it shut. Only then did he feel a moment of peace. After standing there for a while, he let out a deep sigh.

Being a chatterbox wasn't a disease, but once they started talking, it could be deadly.

Yake was completely helpless. Peter's little mouth had not stopped moving