"Put your fucking hands up! Drop those bags!"
A vicious shout shattered the peace of a Manhattan street corner.
Yang Ming and his companions had just turned into a secluded shortcut, laden with shopping bags, when five burly men in black ski masks sprang out from behind the trash cans, clutching switchblades and baseball bats and blocking both ends of the alley.
"A robbery?" Yang Ming adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, regarding these street punks who couldn't even afford guns with an utterly speechless twist of his lips.
He was an underground doctor who crossed universes, a man who dared to use Abomination as a punching bag, and now a handful of two-bit thieves were trying to rob him?
"Shut your mouth, pretty boy!" The bald thug leading them brandished a butterfly knife, its blade gleaming coldly beneath the streetlight.
His greedy gaze swept over the dozen or so high-end designer shopping bags hanging from Thor before locking onto Retsu Unohana and Jessica.
"Well, damn, these two chicks are hot!" The bald thug swallowed, his eyes filthy with lust. "Leave the bags, and the men can fuck off! These two little beauties come have some fun with us in the alley, and we'll call it even!"
At those words, the air suddenly went still.
Yang Ming quietly took half a step back and sipped an iced coffee he'd bought somewhere.
Retsu Unohana still wore that gentle, serene smile, her hands folded in front of her, but not a trace of human warmth remained in her clear, dark eyes.
"Boss, public safety in Midgard seems even worse than in Hueco Mundo."
Retsu Unohana spoke softly, her pale fingers already reaching instinctively toward her waist. There was no Zanpakuto there, but two fingers were all she needed to crush these men's spines inch