Martin Variety in American Comics.

Chapter 513 The fate of the black gloves is to be thrown away (please subscribe to read, monthly ticket recommendation!)
A chilling sword energy that was more than ten meters long broke through the air. Its cold light suppressed all the decorations in the underground palace. The cold air spread and froze everything where the sword energy passed.

The warrior who rashly attacked Martin flew out and his body was cut into pieces, but the blood turned into ice before it flew out of his body.

Boom!

The warrior's body, which was split into two, crashed into the gate leading to the core area of the palace, and broke into pieces of ice that fell to the ground with a clatter.

After Martin chopped with the knife, the entire underground became unusually quiet. Countless people were secretly looking at him standing with the knife, with different thoughts in their minds, but no one took any action.

He waited for a few minutes, and when no one came out, he sheathed his knife and left.

It doesn’t matter if no one catches up with him. At worst he can just destroy this place.

He wanted to see whether those people hiding behind the scenes were really calm and willing to watch the benefits they had already obtained fly away.

"Who's the next target?"

When Martin walked out of this floor, the people around him saw him and all slipped away quietly.

It seemed that what he had just done had spread. Everyone knew that a young man who was not easy to deal with had come to the black market, and no one wanted to get close to him.

Martin ignored the curious looks around him and randomly chose a floor that looked reasonably large and walked over.

This time, he no longer thought about buying intelligence, but was trying to find fault.

"Mr. Ma, please stay. My boss wants to see you!"

Martin stopped because the other party called out his last name, and not his full name directly, as if he knew he was Chinese.

Interesting, really interesting!
In less than an hour, the news had reached this place. The water behind this place is deeper than I imagined!
Martin sighed in his heart, then turned around and looked at the person who was chasing him.

This guy was much more dignified than the previous two, and his image from head to toe was carefully designed, but Martin could still tell at a glance that this guy was imitating a British butler.

Alfred has this style, but the old butler is originally British and has been a butler for his entire life, so he looks friendly at first sight.

But this person has a typical Southeast Asian look, and it seems a bit incongruous for him to imitate the style of a British butler.

"Your boss is really powerful. In just a short while, he even knows our names."

Martin spoke first, interrupting what the butler wanted to say.

"What does your boss mean? Don't talk nonsense to me. I don't have time to waste here."

"Our boss doesn't know what happened just now. He has prepared some drinks and is ready to entertain Mr. Ma. He wants to apologize to you and discuss the deal."

The butler prepared a series of sweet words, which is an essential skill for their profession.

But he observed Martin's performance and immediately made the invitation, with a smooth transition in the middle, as if he had planned to say it from the beginning.

"Then please go ahead. I also want to know what kind of Hongmen Banquet your boss has prepared for me!"

Martin did not give them face just because they wanted to apologize, and he still mocked these guys in his words and deeds.

The butler kept smiling the entire time, not showing any displeasure at all, and just maintained his professionalism.

Martin followed him into the underground palace again. This time, there were more eyes secretly watching him, but he remained calm, as if he didn't notice it.

They quickly passed through the bustling palace and went straight into the deepest part. The decorations became more and more luxurious, and were in no way inferior to real palaces, but it always made people feel that something was missing.

"For a secret base, weapons and traps should be more direct. Adding a layer of decoration will inevitably give people a guilty feeling."

Martin's words punctured this deliberately created prosperous scene, and under every priceless work of art there was a deadly weapon hidden.

"I don't know what you are talking about. As a butler, I only need to obey the orders of my master. The rest of the work has nothing to do with me."

The butler was surprised that Martin could discover these things. His boss designed these mechanisms to guard against superhumans.

The warriors they recruited were used as experimental subjects again and again to test the stealth and lethality of the mechanism, until even those excellent warriors could not find any flaws.

"Strictly speaking, you have done a good job and were able to hide it from most people, but I am always the one in the minority."

Martin boasted a little, but received no response from the butler.

He guessed that the other person might still be rolling his eyes and must be cursing him in his heart.

"We're here. Mr. Ma, please come in!"

The butler stopped in front of the restaurant door, and then two strong men pushed open the door decorated with golden dragons. The door moved inwards, and the door hinges made a shrill sound, which showed how heavy the door was. Even two strong men who had been trained had to use all their strength to push the door open.

"Is this door really made of gold?"

Martin watched the sturdy men push open the door. Their muscles bulged and sweat poured down like rain. They even left footprints on the floor, but he didn't know how long it took.

"Mr. Ma has a keen eye and can definitely tell that these two doors are made of cast steel. Why would you use such a thing to tease a small person like me?"

The butler bowed slightly, with a humble look on his face, hinting at his dissatisfaction with Martin's words.

"If your boss really wanted to apologize to me, why did he arrange the meeting place in such a special place?"

Martin patted the "obedient" butler on the shoulder and said with a smile: "We are the same, each with his own thoughts. You don't need to feel wronged for your boss in your heart!"

After saying that, he walked directly into the heavy steel door that had been pushed open, and the scenery in front of him changed instantly.

The light became softer, and the decoration in the restaurant changed from ostentatious prosperity to simple purity. The room was filled with a light fragrance, refreshing but not irritating the nose.

The doors slowly closed, and the same two strong men pulled them back with their hands. The sound instantly broke the clean and simple feeling in the restaurant.

"Brother Ma, I've heard a lot about you!"

An old man in a Tang suit stood up, clasped his hands together, and greeted Martin with a smile. The wrinkles on his face were all piled up, and his gray beard and eyebrows were squeezed together, giving people the feeling of a kind old man.

"Do you have the information I want?"

Martin glanced at the old man indifferently, without even asking his name, and went straight to the point.

"You even know my name, so you must know about Bruce's disappearance. I want clues, any clues, or are you involved?"

The old man's smile immediately froze on his face, as if someone had slapped him directly in the face.

The group of people around him immediately became angry. There were young people and middle-aged people among them. They stared at Martin, as if their eyes had evolved to be able to spit fire. "Young man, being too angry is not good for your health. I am sincere and want to talk to you. Aren't you being too ruthless?"

This old man seems to have an extraordinary status in Myanmar, as if offending him is a big deal.

"Hahaha, interesting, really interesting!"

Martin looked at this group of people and couldn't help laughing out loud, as if he had heard some huge joke.

"what are you laughing at?"

The group couldn't understand Martin's reaction, and several young people pointed at him and asked questions directly.

"I am laughing at a bunch of idiots who only see the toads a few feet away from them!"

Martin wiped away the tears from his eyes and said to these people: "Didn't the person who told you my name also tell you who I am?"

"Talk? Who do you think you are? You are a bunch of rubbish who are in control of Southeast Asia and have taken advantage of the Americans to force the University of Tokyo to get your way. What qualifications do you have to talk to me?"

Martin regained his cold eyes, his gaze was as cold as ice, and just one look at him made people feel cold from the bottom of their hearts.

"smile!"

He held up the mother box, took a picture of the old man, sent it to Fang Zhifu, and then received the message "don't know him".

"You have one last chance. Tell me what you know. I'm leaving now and leaving you to the people of Dongda to deal with."

"Or, if you don't say anything, I will chop off your heads right now and let the people of this country know how powerful the Justice League is."

Martin was not joking. He put his hand on the handle of the knife and pulled it out gently. The blade of the Snow Drinking Knife exuded a chilling chill.

The pond specially dug in the room was instantly frozen, and the various small fish and shrimps in it became frozen fresh. Everyone except him shuddered.

"What the hell is the Justice League? They are just a bunch of idiots driven to Africa by the Americans. What qualifications do they have to care about the affairs of our Wu family!"

"Shh!"

The long sword was unsheathed, the cold light and chill merged into one, as fast as lightning.

The next moment, the guy who had insulted the Justice League had his head fall off his neck, and then fell to the ground like a frozen watermelon, turning into ice chips all over the ground.

"It seems that you are determined to become an enemy of our Wu family!"

The old man surnamed Wu did not get angry because his grandson's head turned into ice chips. His eyes were always fixed on Martin, not leaving for even a second.

"wrong!"

Martin pulled out the Snow Drinking Knife and said with a smile, "You little bastards are not qualified to be the enemies of the Justice League. If you were not stupid enough to get involved in this storm, I would not care when you trash are dealt with."

"When a common man gets angry, he can bleed for ten steps!"

Although Mr. Wu is old, he has not been blocked from obtaining information. He knows very well what the Justice League is like.

Just because the Justice League was forced to go to Africa by the Americans doesn’t mean that a family in Myanmar can bully the Justice League.

In fact, the old man surnamed Wu didn't want to get involved in this matter. He was old and didn't have many years left to live. He just wanted to spend his later years in peace and didn't even think about the future of his family anymore.

However, no matter how hard he tried to hide, he was ultimately unable to escape the fate of being a black glove, which was being abandoned by his master.

"You are nothing but ordinary people!"

Martin raised the Snow Drinking Knife and said in a deep voice: "You are parasites. Even if you die, no one will mourn for you!"

"I understand your choice to keep silent. After all, the people behind you have no bottom line. Once you open your mouth, your whole family will die. But I am a principled person and I won't do anything that crosses the bottom line, right?"

The old man surnamed Wu kept silent, which actually confirmed what Martin said.

"It doesn't matter if you don't tell me. I really wouldn't do such a thing."

Martin shrugged his shoulders and said, "But you, everyone in this room, anyone who bullies others in this underground palace will die."

As soon as the word "death" came out of his mouth, he disappeared from the spot, and with the lightness skill of catching the wind and shadow, he floated directly in front of these people. The Snow Drinking Kung Fu in his hand exuded cold air. With a glance of Jinghan, he used it, and it turned into a rolling knife energy that chopped down domineeringly.

"kill him!"

The old man surnamed Wu shouted loudly and used all his various skills, including martial arts and magic, which were all combined together in a colorful way and were very beautiful.

Then, the Xueyin Sword fell, and these fancy things burst one after another in the wind and frost blades like bubbles blown by a child.

Martin rushed into the crowd like a tiger. With a turn of his wrist, his momentum changed. The domineering glance of Jinghan turned into an exquisite red apricot in the snow. The Xueyin Knife moved with him, and rays of knife light flashed around him.

"You arrogant boy, what's so great about the Justice League? You dare to act wildly on our Wu family's territory."

"Everyone, come together. Even if this kid has monstrous abilities, we can suppress him."

"Let those big shots know that our Wu family is no longer the same as it was before."

The second and third generations of the Wu family were like chicken blood. They surrounded Martin and used all their life's knowledge to attack Martin.

But the old master of the Wu family had already slipped away, without leaving even a trace.

"When people become stupid, it's unbelievable. You've been sold out, and you still think you have a chance to turn things around? It's ridiculous."

The thin line between Martin's eyebrows became more and more obvious, and murderous intent surged in his heart. Before he could use the magic knife, the magic eye was already impatient to appear between his eyebrows.

He didn't care about the murderous intent in his heart. His heart was as cold as ice and could accommodate everything. Even the magic essence was used by him at will.

"You are not worthy of my advanced martial arts!"

Martin uttered a mocking cry, and the Snow Drinking Knife in his hand flew up and down, using only the Red Plum in the Snow as the knife.

This move becomes stronger when facing a stronger opponent, and it all depends on the level of the knife wielder. When Nie Renwang was betrayed by his first wife Yan Ying and suffered from mad blood disease, he changed this move into "cheating", using the hatred in his heart to drive it. The stronger the hatred, the stronger the knife skills.

Martin prefers this move in its original form, using the pressure from the enemy as motivation, and also incorporates the Third Pig King's creative knife into this move.

No matter how frantically the Wu family members around him attacked, he could always come up with new ideas for his swordsmanship when faced with desperate situations, just like a red plum blossom in winter: the stronger the wind and snow, the stronger the fragrance emitted from the pistil.

ps: Today’s update is finished!
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