"South area, two people, scan the code."
Betsy glanced at the rules, her lips twitching almost imperceptibly. She was clearly intrigued by this straightforward and ruthless way of playing. Without much hesitation, she raised her hand and paid using her personal terminal.
"Um... I don't think it's necessary. I can just open a portal and get there, right?"
Thor refused, saying that although the experience would certainly be novel, it was best to avoid it, as it was very unlike his style Thor!
" Thor, it's time for our date, so you have to listen to me, and the money's already been paid."
Betsy waved her personal terminal on her wrist. This novel dating experience was something she could never have on Earth. She grabbed Thor, giving him no chance to refuse.
"Madam, we need to put on your armor now to prevent injury."
Betty walked over with a small piece of metal in her hand.
"No need, my body has been enhanced; it's not that fragile."
Betsy refused to wear the nanotech armor; she was no ordinary person now.
"Ma'am, I suggest you wear it, because not everyone has the same experience as us. If a customer has a bad experience or even gets injured, we'll have to go to court."
"Then why didn't you bring it for him?"
Betsy pointed to Thor beside her.
"Madam, Thor's physical prowess is well-known; it doesn't matter whether he brings it or not. But for you, we strongly suggest you bring it. I don't want to give money to those two Blackheart lawyers Jennifer and Matt."
General Ross also came over to offer his advice.
" General Ross, Betty, don't worry. Betsy's physical abilities are not much worse than yours, and even if she falls and gets hurt, I can revive her."
Betsy glared at Thor with obvious displeasure upon hearing this.
"Resurrected?!" General Ross lowered his head in thought for a moment before looking at Thor. "So you're the Lady of the City, the one who defeated Cassandra's Thor?!"
"Wait! Explain yourself clearly what you mean by 'City Lord's Wife'?! Who said that?!"
This time, Thor couldn't hold back anymore. What the hell?
How did he become the city lord's wife? He's a man, okay?
Emma Frost Frost! You're finished tonight! Even if you beg for mercy, I won't let you go!
General Ross and Betty vaguely sensed the air pressure around them starting to drop, the space gradually solidifying, and the once clear sky instantly becoming overcast with dark clouds and thunder.
"Ahem... That was admitted by City Lord Emma Frost Frost herself, just a week ago."
General Ross, sensing the tense atmosphere, quickly spoke up.
Betsy's lips curled into a sharp smile, her eyes brimming with barely suppressed amusement, her voice laced with undisguised mockery:
" Thor, it seems Emma Frost is better at playing than me, don't you think?"
The bulging veins on Thor's forehead clearly showed that he was not at peace with himself.
After pausing for a minute, he spoke to General Ross.
"Take us there."
General Ross nodded in agreement without hesitation; as for the truth of the matter, that was no longer his concern.
So, with General Ross and Betty throwing them, Thor and Betty quickly took to the skies and flew towards the South District at an astonishing speed.
Bang!
With a loud bang, the two crashed heavily onto a patch of sand, next to Dr. Green Banner and the Abomination Bronsky.
" Thor, the South District fighting ring is just one kilometer ahead. You can reserve a spot in advance; tonight's matches are sure to be exciting."
The good-natured Dr. Banner, scratching the back of his head, introduced the two of them.
"Thank you, Banner. We will."
Thor glanced at Bruce Banner, the Hulk from Avengers: Endgame, nodded in acknowledgment, and then pulled Becky forward.
" Thor, I think that green guy was right. I've already bought the tickets. There are still three hours before the match starts at 8 pm. What are you planning to do with me?"
Betsy stopped and turned to look at Thor, her eyebrows slightly raised.
"Didn't you say you'd do whatever you say? Then I'll follow your arrangements, Your Highness Betsy."
Thor, looking at Betsy's current state, made a joke.
"Okay, Thor, how about we go somewhere quieter with fewer people?"
"Of course I'll listen to you."
"Since you're so obedient, how about you stay with me tonight instead of going to see that workaholic Emma Frost?"
"Well... it's not impossible, it's just that Emma Frost is a bit hard to please, you know that."
Upon hearing this, Betsy's lips curled into a faint, cold smile. Her voice was as light as the wind, yet every word was clear:
"So, in your system, I'm actually ranked after her."
Thor reached out and gently cradled Betsy's nape, closing the distance between them, and looked sincerely into her eyes.
" Betsy, you are you, Emma Frost is Emma Frost, there is no difference in order of seniority. You are the one and only Elizabeth Betsy Braddock, and I will be there for you whenever you need me."
"You're saying such nice things, but I know you perfectly well. You had designs on other women from the very first day we were together..."
Betsy shifted her body to the side, creating distance between them, her eyes filled with disdain.
"Let's go. Didn't you want to find a quiet place? I'll stand Emma Frost up tonight and just stay with you, okay?"
Thor went up and took Betsy's hand.
Betsy struggled slightly, but couldn't break free, so she stopped moving.
She took two steps forward, tilted her head slightly, and a very faint smile flashed across her eyes, so fleeting as to be almost imperceptible:
"You're smart to know what's good for you. Let Emma Frost handle her own affairs."
After saying that, she took the lead and led him towards a quiet and secluded bar.
Welcome! What would you two like to drink?
A dry, low, yet powerful young male voice came from behind the bar.
Thor looked toward the source of the sound.
A young man stepped out, dressed in the attire of a martial artist. His upper body was a sleeveless, light green top with a striking red and gold Tai Chi pattern embroidered on the chest. The collar and shoulder lines were trimmed with crimson, highlighting the firm and powerful lines of his shoulder and back muscles.
Her arms were wrapped in dark gold wristbands, which ran from her wrists to her forearms, with delicate tassels hanging from the edges that swayed gently with her movements when she raised her arms.
The lower body consisted of wide-leg turquoise trousers in the same color scheme, with gold geometric patterns embroidered on the sides of the trouser legs. The trousers were tucked into dark brown high-top combat boots, the boots showing signs of wear and tear, clearly indicating that they were battle-hardened.
A bright yellow headband was tied across her forehead, and a matching eye mask covered half of her face, revealing only her sharp jawline and tight lips. Her black hair stood up in all directions, exuding a touch of unruly sharpness.
Thor recognized the other person's attire and couldn't help but feel a surge of amusement.
Hey, isn't that the 68th generation Iron Fist with its Lin Lie?
They're all acquaintances!