Loke spread his hands, looking innocent.
"Up to something?"
"I'm just running a legitimate little shop, selling souvenirs."
"Is there a problem?"
Sol glanced at the hammers covering the shop's walls, and the corner of his mouth twitched.
"You're passing off copies of my hammer and using my name to swindle people?"
"You call that legitimate?"
Loke blinked.
"I'm not passing anything off."
"I only said these were 'Asgard-style' replicas of the thunder god's hammer."
"I never said they were the real Mjolnir."
"Right?"
Sol's brows knotted together.
"You!"
Just as he was about to explode, a voice suddenly came from behind him.
"Excuse me..."
A man in blue clothes squeezed out of the crowd.
His hair was a little disheveled, his face looked tired, and his clothes were dusty with several tears, as though he had just returned from a fight somewhere.
Jackie Chan.
He had just escaped the battle between Tara and Daolon Wong, and his whole body ached. All he wanted was to hurry back to Uncle's Antique Shop, take a shower, and get some sleep.
As he passed this shop, he saw a long line at the entrance and heard something about the thunder god's hammer. Finding it strange, he somehow ended up squeezing inside for a look.
Then he saw the burly blond man and the smiling, tall, thin man behind the counter.
Jackie Chan's gaze swept back and forth between the two before finally settling on the real thunder god's hammer on the counter.
He frowned.
"Excuse me..."
He spoke with a hint of wariness in his voice.
"What are you doing here?"
Loke and Sol turned at the same time to look at this unexpected intruder.
The shop fell silent for a moment.
Then Loke laughed.
"Oh."
"Another friend has arrived."
He stepped