Luca ignored everyone's complaints and walked straight up to Aruru.
At this moment, Aruru was in a sorry state, and his previous arrogant demeanor was gone.
"You little alien trash, do you think you're so smart? You think you've found my weakness?"
Luca looked down at his opponent, then deliberately raised his right hand.
His fingertips were not only flashing with red and blue light, but also with a hint of purple energy.
Clearly, he has successfully assimilated Aruru's toxins and transformed them into his own weapon.
Upon seeing this, Aruru's fear turned into despair.
"What... what kind of monster are you?!"
It couldn't understand why an Earthling could ingest its toxins.
Luca, too lazy to waste words, looked up at Wanda.
" Wanda, well done. Leave the rest to me."
Upon hearing Luca's voice, Wanda seemed to regain some of her senses.
Seeing Luca standing there alive, the madness and murderous intent in his eyes began to fade.
As the suppression of the Chaos Magic was removed, she gently landed on the ground.
Goodbye, bug.
Luca's eyes suddenly lit up, and two beams of laser light shot out.
A laser infused with multiple energies pierced through Aruru's chest.
"Boom!!!"
This time, Aruru's defenses were ineffective.
Its body began to vaporize under the high temperature. It wanted to say something, but it was too late.
But Luca didn't know was...
On his deathbed, Aruru had already sent a message to his distant home planet through the communicator inside his body.
And, before Aruru's body completely disappears.
A black substance, no bigger than a fingernail, silently flew out from his body and landed directly on Luca.
Luca reacted quickly and caught the substance.
He raised an eyebrow slightly as he stared at the black, viscous substance wriggling in his palm.
This thing seems to still be active.
Luca pondered for a moment, deciding to take it back and study it carefully.
So he placed the black substance into a spare slot on the armor's arm and then closed the lid to seal it.
The battle is over.
The entire expo site was reduced to ruins and burning flames.
By this time, the Justice League members had also regained their ability to move.
Seeing Luca completely unharmed, Tony stubbornly retorted.
"I was just testing the armor's stress limits."
"If you had acted any later, I would have activated the self-destruct program and taken it down with me. I'm Iron Man, how could I be defeated by an ugly monster?"
Luca shrugged, too lazy to bother with this arrogant jerk.
On the other side, Wanda had exhausted all her strength after unleashing her power.
Seeing that the battle was finally over, she turned pale and her body went limp, about to collapse.
Luca reacted quickly, stepping forward to catch her firmly in his arms.
Wanda barely opened her eyes and saw Luca's face so close to hers; her cheeks instantly turned bright red.
"Thank goodness... you... you're not dead..." Wanda said weakly.
Luca smiled confidently.
"If I die, who will reduce your debt by ten thousand yuan every night?"
Upon hearing this, Wanda's face turned even redder.
She shyly buried her head in Luca's chest and closed her eyes peacefully.
Seeing this, Gwen Stacy's tears turned to jealousy.
Good grief, I was crying my eyes out for you here, and you turned around and went to hug another woman?
Gwen Stacy stepped forward and unceremoniously took Luca's other arm, pressing it tightly against hers.
" Luca, you promised to treat me to a late-night snack, you can't go back on your word," Gwen Stacy said angrily, her eyes filled with a strong warning.
Luca held Wanda in his arms, linked arms with Gwen Stacy, and felt the touch on his arms as his smile grew even brighter.
"Of course, I always keep my word."
By this time, the reporters on the periphery had mustered their courage and surrounded them.
Countless flashes of light were directed at them.
Amidst the ruins of the expo, the Justice League, who had intended to leave, were forced to give an interview.
at the same time.
New York, Hell's Kitchen.
The lights were off in one of the offices in the Fisk Tower.
A large man stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.
The man was wearing a white suit and had a cigar between his fingers.
That's right, he is Wilson Fisk, the absolute emperor of New York's underworld, and also the infamous Kingpin.
At that moment, a screen on the office wall was repeatedly playing footage of the battle at the expo.
On the screen, Luca's eyes shot out lasers, instantly vaporizing the terrifying alien monster into nothingness.
Kingpin stared blankly at the screen, took a deep drag on his cigar, and exhaled a thick cloud of smoke.
Standing behind him were several gang leaders in suits.
It's fair to say that the atmosphere in the office was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.
"Boss."
A bald henchman swallowed hard, breaking the silence.
" Stark Industries has moved its headquarters to New York and even set up a superhero division. Judging from the way things are going tonight, they've completely run rampant."
His subordinate wiped away his cold sweat and spoke with some concern.
" Hell's Kitchen is our territory, and our business here... won't they be eyeing it?"
"Should we strike first and cause them some trouble, let them know who's in charge of New York's underworld?"
Upon hearing this, Kingpin slowly turned around.
A pair of cold eyes silently stared at the subordinate who had spoken.
Is your brain filled with shit?
"Go cause them trouble? Do you think you've lived too long, or do you think we're tougher than that alien monster?"
The subordinate trembled in fear, quickly lowered his head, and didn't dare to even breathe.
Kingpin shook his head and looked at Luca Stark on the screen again.
Hell's Kitchen is indeed his territory.
He wields absolute power here; even the New York Police Department and politicians have to defer to him.
But he was an absolute pragmatist, and he understood the gap in strength better than anyone else.
The Stark brothers are not those vigilantes in tights spouting moralistic rhetoric.
They are capitalists, lunatics with no moral compass!
Tony Stark flies around wearing a suit of metal that can launch missiles.
Luca Stark, on the other hand, is a complete monster.
He can withstand missiles, punch the Hulk away, and shoot lasers from his eyes that can melt everything.
What's even more terrifying is that this guy is ruthless and doesn't even respect the military.
How to go head-to-head with a monster that's on par with a dimensional being?
That's something only a brainless idiot would do.
Thinking of this, Kingpin shoved the cigar into the ashtray and crushed it forcefully.
Listen.
" The Stark Family is different from the trouble we've encountered before. We absolutely cannot act rashly before we understand their bottom line and weaknesses."
"Pass down my orders."
"From today onwards, you'd better tone down your business at Hell's Kitchen."
"Tell all those drug addicts, robbers, and protection collectors down here to behave themselves!"
At this point, Kingpin paused, his eyes filled with murderous intent.
"Anyone who dares to provoke Stark Industries at this critical juncture and draw the Justice League's attention to us..."
"Then, without Superman lifting a finger, I'll crush him myself and throw him into the Hudson River to feed the fish."
The men were terrified, breaking out in a cold sweat, and bowed their heads in unison to answer.
"Yes, boss! We'll get on it immediately, absolutely no room for maneuver!"
After his subordinates left, the office returned to silence.
Kingpin walked to the floor-to-ceiling window again, looking down at the brightly lit city below.
The landscape of New York is about to change.
Those high and mighty superheroes will eventually set their sights on Hell's Kitchen, this fertile ground of evil.
But before that, Wilson Fisk only needed to be a quiet businessman.
Only by surviving can one live longer.