Yang Ming's hand froze halfway through adjusting his glasses, and his mouth twitched wildly.
A good person? Since when the fuck was I a good person? Did the High-Voltage Baton fry this blond idiot's brain? He must have terminal Stockholm Syndrome!
Standing behind them, Sif heard those words and felt as though lightning had struck her.
She stared blankly at Thor, at the man who had once fought by her side, braving life and death with her on the battlefields of the Nine Realms.
Now he wore a ridiculous outfit and let mortals order him around like a slave. Not only did he show no intention of resisting, he actually declared with righteous conviction that he was doing all of this for that grimy Earth woman in a plaid shirt?!
"No... this isn't real..." Tears spilled from Sif's eyes, and the jealousy and anger in her heart instantly consumed her reason.
"What makes that lowly mortal woman worth all these sacrifices?!"
Sif completely broke down. She snatched up the double-edged longsword from the ground, let out a piercing scream, and charged around Jessica toward Jane like a woman possessed!
"I'll kill her! I'll kill the temptress who bewitched you!"
"Jane! Watch out!" Dr. Erik and Darcy went white with terror.
Coulson hurriedly drew his pistol, but Sif was too fast. The blade was already closing in on Jane's throat!
"Sif! Stop!"
At that critical instant-
Bang!
A huge hand forcibly caught the tempered-steel longsword, its blade sharp enough to slice through iron!
Bright red blood ran down the blade and dripped onto the muddy ground.
Thor had rushed in front of Jane before anyone noticed, clamping his callused, scarred hand tightly around Sif's blade.
"Thor..." Sif looked at the blood flowing from Thor's hand. Her own hand trembled, nearly dropping