Rampaging through American comics, people in my motherland don't eat beef.

Early the next morning, Mindy got up, washed, dressed, and put the dagger and bomb into her small schoolbag, ready to go to her new school.

Before leaving, she stared at Gray with a strange look, meaningful and with a hint of disdain.

"Hurry up, I have to go to a party at a friend's house today," Gray urged, his expression unchanged.

"You have friends?" Mindy looked surprised, as if she had heard an unbelievable joke.

Gray glanced at her and casually retorted, "Of course I have friends. Unlike you, all you do is fight and kill all day long. You're not like a girl at all, all alone since you were little! So pitiful!"

These words seemed to strike a nerve with Mindy; her face instantly turned ugly, and she shouted, "Mind your own business!"

Still not satisfied after yelling, he added viciously, "You bastard Gray, I hate you! I'm never sleeping with you again!"

After saying that, her eyes reddened, and she ran away crying.

"Oh? You're crying?"

Gray looked bewildered, not expecting that a casual remark would be so powerful that it would break Mindy's defenses.

"Okay, I almost forgot that she's still a little girl."

Hit-Girl is a ruthless killer who doesn't shed a tear even when defeated by her enemies. But beneath that seemingly strong exterior lies a tender 12-year-old girl named Youyou.

"Little Titi, I apologize to you."

Gray knew he had done wrong and bowed his head to admit it.

"Fuck! Your whole family consists of little brothers!"

Mindy cried even harder and got even angrier. She had deliberately slowed down a couple of steps earlier, hoping that Gray would coax her and promise her three or five more conditions, but this was how he coaxed her.

"Hey, slow down! Be careful not to fall!"

Seeing Mindy burst into tears and run out of the manor without looking back, Grey chuckled to himself, thinking, "This little girl is so easy to fool." He then handed over the registration to Anna and happily went to the party.

"Anna, please stay with Mindy today. You don't need to do anything special, just act as her guardian."

Gray stood in front of the full-length mirror, carefully adjusting his suit. Seeing that his freshly washed hair was a little wet, he flew to the stratosphere to blow-dry it, and then used hair gel to give it a good rub when he came back.

Holy crap! Who is this handsome guy?!

Gray stared at the full-length mirror in shock, unable to process what he had just witnessed.

"Can I go out now?"

Anna was helping Gray tie his tie when she heard this, her eyes lit up, and she said incredulously, "But didn't they say there would be a three-month training period? Today is only the fifth day."

"After last night's intensive training, I think you're fully capable of handling all kinds of work challenges. Keep up the good work, I have high hopes for you," Gray said, giving him a kiss on the lips.

"...Yes, sir."

Anna lowered her head shyly, her pretty face flushed with a charming blush, and her two long legs, encased in white stockings, unconsciously rubbed together gently.

The soft rustling sound almost made Gray not want to go out.

……

Last night, Rhino single-handedly withstood the attack of Daredevil and hundreds of police officers. Spider-Woman came to the rescue and trapped Rhino like a mummy. Fortunately, Gambit arrived in time and, after leaving behind more than a dozen police corpses, both sides went home.

During the hostage rescue operation, Chief George was attacked by the female ninja Erica and lost consciousness. When he woke up, the hostages had already been taken away.

Daredevil arrived on his way after hearing the news and had a brief fight with Erica. The two fought and talked at the same time, and the battle ended with Daredevil being stabbed twice.

Not long after, the unsung hero arrived late, grabbed Chief George by the hair, and rushed him to the hospital. When the chief woke up, he had a splitting headache and knew he was seriously injured. He was extremely grateful to the unsung hero for saving his life.

The Unknown Hero said it was nothing to brag about and suggested that they discuss the detailed plan to save the world the next day. Chief George found it hard to refuse, so he invited the Unknown Hero to his daughter's birthday party.

"What's he doing here?"

As soon as Jessica arrived at Gwen's doorstep, she saw Grey warmly shaking hands with Chief George. The way Grey pulled and tugged at Chief George, making him stumble, was exactly what she had always known about Grey.

Extremely arrogant and extremely shameless.

"Jessica, what are you daydreaming about? Come on in."

Gwen's pretty face was flushed pink in the morning light as she peered out of the third-floor window and waved excitedly at Jessica.

"Okay, I'm coming right away!"

Jessica quickly responded, then stole a glance at Gray before lowering her head like a thief and hurriedly slipping into Gwen's courtyard.

Today, most of the people invited to the party were classmates. If Gray suddenly lost his temper and kissed her in public, the thought of that scene sent chills down Jessica's spine; it would be a total social disaster.

"Gwen's house is so big." Jessica stepped into the courtyard, a hint of envy appearing in her eyes.

The courtyard covers an area of ​​about 200 square meters. Neat green hedges surround the area, outlining exquisite geometric patterns. Beautiful irises and white roses intertwine, and the rich fragrance of flowers permeates the air, making people feel relaxed and happy.

Several years ago, Gwen lived in a densely built, dirty, working-class neighborhood on Ingram Street in Queens. She was Peter Parker's neighbor, and the two spent their childhood together.

Later, Gwen's father, George, became the commissioner of the New York Police Department, which improved the family's financial situation. For the sake of work convenience, George decided to move out of Queens and into Manhattan, which was closer to the police station.

Gwen was influenced by her father from a young age and had a persistent pursuit of justice. After living in Manhattan for a while, she witnessed the chaos beneath the city's glamorous exterior, and the corruption and evil filled her with righteous indignation.

At that time, she was just an ordinary girl, and although she was angry, she was powerless to do anything about the darkness.

However, fate soon took a turn when the appearance of a mutated spider granted Gwen superhuman abilities, giving her the power to change the status quo. And so, Spider-Woman was born.

"Hey, isn't this Jessica, whom everyone can 'ride'? I really don't understand what Gwen was thinking, inviting someone like her." A sharp, piercing voice suddenly rang out.

A girl shouted at an exaggeratedly loud voice, while quickly exchanging a knowing, malicious glance with her friends. Then, the group burst into unrestrained, sarcastic laughter.

Jessica seemed not to hear, walking steadily forward without opening her mouth to respond or showing any emotion, as if those malicious words were nothing more than an insignificant breeze blowing past her ear. She completely ignored them with absolute silence.

Jessica was tired of hearing such extremely offensive words. Past experience told her that it was useless to teach the other party a lesson, and if she accidentally went too far, she would get involved in unnecessary disputes.

However, the bad girls obviously wouldn't give up so easily.

Like a swarm of flies drawn to blood, they clung to Jessica, muttering incessantly, "What are you pretending to be so high and mighty for? Everyone knows your shameful secrets. Which unlucky guy are you planning to hook up with today?"

Many students, unaware of what was going on, were drawn by the commotion. Their gazes were filled with curiosity, disdain, and undisguised contempt, like beams of cold light that sent a chill down Jessica's spine.

"It's alright, Jessica. Just bear with it for a bit. Once we're inside and find Gwen, they won't dare say that anymore."

Jessica remained calm, silently repeating to herself.

Just then, without warning, a sudden gust of wind swept in from outside the courtyard, causing the grass to bend low and the flowers to burst apart.

The crowd seemed to be suddenly pushed aside by invisible hands, and a tall figure strode along the passage.

His features were contorted, his eyes were wide open like copper bells, the veins on his forehead bulged, and his bloodshot eyes frantically searched the crowd, like a terrifying monster that had been trapped for a long time and was eager to devour its prey.

"Who the hell is so tired of living that they want to ride my horse?!"