Marvel: I became an ancestor by sacrificing offerings.

Peter could, of course, guess what the little girl was thinking.

This young girl was clearly not in love at first sight; she just wanted to use him as a tool, to seduce him into her trap, and to let her good sister experience the pain of being stabbed in the heart.

This revenge plan might have worked if it had been put on Tony.

But unfortunately... Peter is different.

What makes him different is... he has a very picky appetite!

Peter looked Yelena up and down, making his assessment in his mind without changing his expression.

Her figure is indeed quite good, although the size of her headlights is a bit lacking. Her long legs are even longer than Scarlett Johansson's, so overall she's about on par with Scarlett Johansson.

But in terms of appearance, they fall short quite a bit.

Not only does she have freckles, but her skin also looks very rough, completely lacking the allure of Scarlett Johansson.

Moreover, even if his looks were on par, he had no interest in being used as a tool.

Therefore, Peter didn't give Yelena any room to continue fantasizing and simply raised his hand and flicked her forehead lightly.

Boom~

A sharp, cracking flick landed squarely on Yelena's forehead.

The little girl cried out in pain and couldn't help but cover her forehead and take a half step back.

"Calling him brother-in-law is fine." Peter withdrew his hand, his tone still light and casual, "But don't even think about trying to seduce your brother-in-law and steal his lover. I'm not into that kind of thing."

Natasha, who had been holding Drekoff with one hand as if he were a chick, trembled upon hearing this.

He then turned around abruptly, his eyes glaring at Yelena with a sharp, piercing gaze.

That one look was no different from that of a mother wolf guarding her prey, filled with ferocity.

But then her gaze fell on Peter.

Her eyes were first tender and gentle, then they became alluring and captivating, making one's bones melt.

Clearly, Natasha was very satisfied with Peter's statement and had even made arrangements to reward him properly at some point.

Tony witnessed the whole thing, and seeing that no one was paying attention to him, he decisively spoke to Jarvis:

"Jarvis, what are you standing there for? Get your notes down!"

Like I said before, no wonder Peter can have two women on his arms. I'll try doing that to Pepper next time.

Who knows, we might unlock some new gameplay features...

On the other side, Yelena covered her forehead and rested for a while.

A moment later, he glared at Peter fiercely.

However, she still knew what was going on in her heart.

I know that even if you tied a hundred of yourself together, you still wouldn't be a match for this brother-in-law.

So, she didn't intend to say anything harsh, but instead simply turned around and chose to pick on the weak.

So the question is, who is the easy target on the scene?

The answer is self-evident!

Of course, it was Drekoff, who was being held in Natasha's arms like a dead dog.

"You know that, you old geezer."

She went to Natasha's side, grabbed a few of Drekoff's few remaining hairs, and forced him to look her in the eye:

"My biggest wish in the first half of my life was to one day crush your neck with my own hands."

Upon hearing this, Drekoff's obese body trembled.

Upon hearing this, Natasha increased the pressure on her hand slightly, causing the fat man to quack like a duck.

"Now," she said, exchanging a glance with Yelena before releasing Drekov and tossing him to the ground.

"I think I can grant your wish."

Just as the two sisters were about to finish off Drekoff together, Peter suddenly spoke up:

"Wait a moment."

The two of them paused simultaneously, turned their heads, and looked at him with puzzled expressions.

"Killing him would be unfair to the others in the Red Room."

Peter said this without any special expression, as if he were stating something very ordinary.

Natasha frowned slightly, remaining silent but clearly listening.

"Those girls," Peter gestured with his chin, indicating the female agents frozen in place on the upper floors.

"They are victims too. If this guy just dies at your hands, how will they ever get over the hatred in their hearts?"

After he finished speaking, the room fell silent for a few seconds.

After a moment, Natasha said softly:

"You're right, this isn't fair to them."

Yelena then turned to Peter and asked:

"...So what do you plan to do?"

Peter didn't say anything, but in a flash, he left the sixth underground level.

Whoosh whoosh!

Peter's figure transformed into a streak of light, rapidly moving between the frozen female agents and those stunned by Conqueror's Haki.

The horse-shaped talisman spread from his palm, penetrating the bodies of the frozen female agents. Tiny chips and electrodes precipitated from their skin, landing on the ice with a soft, rustling sound.

The empty eyes gradually began to change.

Fear, confusion, sorrow... all of which eventually transformed into a volcanic rage.

……

After all the female agents in the Red Room regained consciousness, Peter led his men back to the bottom floor.

Drekoff was still pinned to the ground, watching as the girls walked in one by one, their eyes filled with a hatred that seemed to want to tear him to pieces.

His body began to tremble uncontrollably, and large patches of water visibly seeped out from beneath him.

"Wait, wait!" he shouted at the top of his lungs.

"You can't do this! You can't treat me like this! You orphans, without me, you'd all be dead somewhere long ago!"

"I will provide you with food and drink..."

Click!

Before he could finish speaking, a sound of bones breaking suddenly rang out.

But someone simply dislocated his jaw.

The moment they saw the figure clearly, everyone present gasped in shock.

Because this person was none other than Drekov's daughter—Antonia!

Antonia and her father looked into each other's eyes.

The moment their eyes met, Derekov suddenly froze.

That face was so perfect, the scars were gone, the wounds were gone, it was exactly the same as the figure in his memory.

Drekoff opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but no sound came out.

Antonia, however, had already crouched down, drawn a dagger from her waist, held it in her hand, and looked down at him.

"dad."

She gently stroked Drekoff's face, her voice soft, even strangely tender.

"You ruined everything I had. Now, it's your turn!"

The moment she finished speaking, she shoved the dagger into Drekoff's mouth and cut off his tongue.

After doing all this, she took a deep breath and placed the dagger in Yelena's hand.

One cut after another...

One person after another...

When Natasha cut off the last piece of flesh, all that remained was a stark white skeleton...