The Spirit King of the Marvel World

&ep;&ep;The weird-looking clown took off his top hat and bowed slightly to salute the two people in the factory. His pale and heavy makeup made his smiling face look weird under the light.

&ep;&ep;“Is this the meeting gift you are talking about?” Jin Bing’s eyes towards Mrs. Gao became subtle, filled with suspicion and distrust.

&ep;&ep;Mrs. Gao was angry.

&ep;&ep;It was so embarrassing to be trespassed into her important factory without realizing it. Even though she had planned to give up here, in front of Jin Bing, Mrs. Gao still felt like her face was being slapped. Snap.

&ep;&ep;This clown must be dealt with! Just settle the old and new accounts together!

&ep;&ep;Mrs. Gao took a deep breath. Because of Jin Bing’s vigilance, she was unable to take action. If Jin Bing spread what she saw, it would not only damage her face, but may also affect other potential cooperation. person’s business.

&ep;&ep;After all, everyone is engaged in hellish business. Being cautious is not an advantage, being careful is only a basic requirement. But if you don’t even have the ability to fully understand what’s happening on your own territory, how can you make your collaborators feel comfortable doing business with you?

&ep;&ep;Mrs. Gao had already made a calculation in an instant. She wanted to kill this clown even if she exposed her abilities!

&ep;&ep;Yang, who quietly looked at the two of them, was also a little surprised.

&ep;&ep;The facial features of that strong man who looked like a hill were so familiar that even though he had grown in size and his head was bald, Yang could still recognize him at a glance. That was his adopted son, Wilson Grant Fisk.

&ep;&ep;Heavy makeup concealed Yang’s micro-expression, and Jin Bing didn’t seem to recognize that this weird clown was his father.

&ep;&ep;Yang remained calm as the crazy emotions kept fermenting in his mind, causing his complicated father-son relationship to be broken through and drowned.

&ep;&ep;“Uninvited guests don’t please the host, and I didn’t invite this Mr. Clown to perform, right?” What surprised Kingpin was that Mrs. Gao actually said this in fluent English.

&ep;&ep;Kingpin realized something and remained silent, treating himself as a sculpture and a bystander.

&ep;&ep; Yang spread his hands and said with a smile, "The sirens outside were very lively. I thought this was the grand opening where you specially invited me to perform!"

&ep;&ep;Mrs. Gao smiled, just like an ordinary elderly person, hunched and trembling as she walked towards Yang, opening and closing her mouth as if she wanted to say something——

&ep;&ep;Suddenly, her eyes became extremely sharp, completely losing their old look and full of aggression, like a ferocious beast.

&ep;&ep;In an instant, he stretched out his palm and struck in the air!

&ep;&ep;The strong wind hit Yang head-on!

&ep;&ep;There was absolutely no warning in the attack. It was as quiet as an old tree sprouting, and as dynamic as thunder. It was beyond everyone's expectations!

&ep;&ep;Poof.

&ep;&ep;The top hat was cut in half and fell to the ground leisurely.

&ep;&ep;The clown stood blankly, but the head around his neck was missing. It seemed that his head was gone before he could react.

&ep;&ep;Yang was like a headless clown on stage, groping around his neck in a daze, and moving around and groping from time to time, his actions were ridiculous.

&ep;&ep; Mrs. Gao looked at the headless clown, but she couldn't laugh, and her expression became much more solemn.

&ep;&ep;"Saprius!"

&ep;&ep; Yang’s head suddenly stuck out from his collar, and he raised his arms and shouted.

&ep;&ep;A dozen playing cards were thrown out. Each playing card rotated at high speed, and its edges cut into the air, making a rapid sound. Each playing card was like a dagger, slashing at various vital parts of Mrs. Gao's body. .

&ep;&ep;Mrs. Gao has always hidden her fighting ability. Now she is no longer an old woman with inconvenient legs and feet, but a highly skilled martial arts master! Like a nimble ape, she kicked her legs back quickly, picked up the frightened translator next to her, and threw it at the poker that was coming towards her.

&ep;&ep;“No, no…”

&ep;&ep;Puff puff puff.

&ep;&ep;Like a punctured blood bag, the translator was covered in blood. There was still disbelief in his eyes, and he stretched out his hands to grab it as if eager to survive, but the light in his eyes quickly disappeared, and he fell to the ground in tatters, like a stabbed doll.

&ep;&ep; "Oh ho ho ho! Wonderful! Very decisive!" Yang clapped his hands hard, and his sly smile expanded a bit, "But it's not crazy at all."

&ep;&ep; Mrs. Gao saw that the clown's mental state was not normal and did not use her good words to influence the other party. She grabbed it with empty hands and was thrown