Sean shook the water from his hands, one eyebrow lifting slightly. His expression did not change much as he calmly asked, "Who is your boss?"
The burly man in the lead did not answer. His powerful physique made the muscles all over his body seem ready to burst through his shirt, like a savage beast baring its fangs. The other two hulking men blocking the entrance were much the same, a faint green gleam flashing deep in their eyes.
In the mental world, these mercenary-like bruisers were murky green shadows. Compared with the Hulk inside Bruce Banner, they were neither as pure nor as bright—like fireflies beside the moon, not worth mentioning.
"I suppose I don't have the right to refuse?" Sean asked with a smile, not the slightest trace of panic on his face.
The burly man clenched his fists, producing a series of cracking sounds. He bared his sharp teeth in a grin, looking exactly like a hungry beast.
He stared at the young man with a vicious smile. "I'd be happy to let you try."
As the head of the private armed force for Hammer Industries' security company, mercenary captain Boer often handled dirty work for Justin Hammer. Moral boundaries and methods were never things he considered. Especially after injecting that green serum, the sudden strength it gave him had made him even less concerned about ordinary people's lives.
"To be honest, I've seen plenty of people like you. Some were leaders of small African countries, others tribal chiefs. They possessed inexhaustible fortunes, or towering authority that let them decide countless people's fates with a word... Big shots, you know. When faced with a gang of thugs and robbers, they always stayed calm, threw out whatever bargaining chips they had, and got away safely..."
Boer licked his