"Get out of the way! This is a blood debt between us and Stark Industries!"
Wanda raised both hands.
Red energy poured from her palms and rushed toward Yang Ming along the floor.
Yang Ming did not retreat.
His Observation Haki had already picked up the shifts in force through her shoulders, elbows, and wrists.
Before that energy had even left her palms, Wanda's body had already given away the direction of her attack.
Two scalpel handles shot from between his fingers.
Smack!
The handles struck the Quchi pressure points on either side of Wanda, one on the left and one on the right.
Wanda's arms abruptly lost their strength.
The red energy veered toward the wall, grazed Steve's shield, and shattered a row of lights.
Yang Ming raised his hand, his fingertips touching the ends of the handles.
Two faint currents traveled through the metal into Wanda's arms.
Nerve transmission was cut off.
Wanda flexed her hands, and the red glow in her palms dispersed.
"You..."
She got out only one word.
Yang Ming stepped half a pace forward and brought the edge of his hand down on the side of her neck.
Wanda went limp and collapsed into the corner of the elevator.
Pietro braced himself against the floor and raised his head.
He wanted to stand up.
Yang Ming had already taken a syringe from his Storage Ring and plunged the needle into his neck.
"Don't move."
Pietro's fingers clawed at the floor, his body still struggling.
"What... did you do to her?"
"Put her to sleep."
"Will you kill her?"
"I charge fees. I don't kill patients."
The drug entered his bloodstream.
Pietro's gaze began to lose focus, and he finally collapsed onto the rubble.
Yang Ming put away the syringe and turned to Tony and