American comic: From Beijing with Love, starting with a mutant.

The zither stick gleamed with purple light, and Stephen Chow gripped the butcher's knife tightly.

ten meters.

This position is crucial; it's within reach of the playing cards but out of reach of the butcher's knife.

Old Zhou got angrier and angrier as he looked at it.

At least casinos give you chips after you win money!

This guy in front of me is something else. He owes me two hundred dollars, and the first thing he does when we meet is to present me with a deck of cards that are going to explode?

"Cousin, just a friendly reminder! The insurance claim process after I stabbed myself in the kidney will be incredibly complicated. And the health insurance in the US isn't very reliable, so you'd better think it over."

"Let's talk after you run into me."

A red glint flashed in the King of Cards' eyes as he raised his wrist and flipped open a deck of cards.

As the two sides were locked in a tense standoff, a fire door suddenly fell from the sky.

Upon closer inspection, Yan Shuangying stepped across the fire ditch between the two people, using the door panel as a springboard.

As the door panel approached the ground, he stepped off with his toes and was lifted into the air.

His trench coat was torn in half, he was covered in blood, one of his steel claws was missing, and the remaining five were curled up like a twenty-year-old can opener.

As for the blood on his body... it varied in color.

The card master put down his cards and sized him up: "Looks like you've completely destroyed the underground?"

Yan Shuangying glanced at the guy but ignored him.

He turned to stare at Stephen Chow: "You said you'd draw their fire and then leave, why haven't you left yet?"

"I'm retreating right now! What I just did was a tactical reverse retreat, mainly to confuse the enemy and make them misjudge my retreat direction."

Stephen Chow, spouting nonsense, answered extremely quickly, and sheathed his knife very naturally.

Who is Yan Shuangying?

Stephen Chow's nonsense couldn't fool him. "You stayed in the same spot for seventeen minutes."

"Even when masters clash, standing still takes a toll on their energy! Besides, I have a two-hundred-dollar historical debt that I need to settle on-site."

"The debtor was quite agitated, and I was providing reassurance."

The King of Cards turned his head to the side, his expression like he had just swallowed an uncharged playing card.

This was the first time he had ever heard of someone chasing after another with a butcher's knife being considered part of a "pacification service."

Yan Shuangying had no interest in correcting Zhou Xingxing's business scope for the New York Consumers Association. He flicked his cape and said, "Hurry up, this place is about to explode in a minute."

"What?"

Upon hearing this, Stephen Chow was shocked and turned to run away without any hesitation.

The move was so fast that even the King of Cards couldn't see where his previous aura of wanting to fight him until dawn had disappeared.

Two hundred dollars is important, but life is more important.

You can only collect debts if you're alive.

If he dies, the finance department will at most burn two expense reports for him, and those will be the kind that Anton didn't approve.

Stephen Chow took three steps before turning around, yelling at the top of his lungs, "Why didn't you say this first, given how important it is to the safety of the people?"

"You didn't ask."

"I didn't even ask if you had an oxygen tank! Are you going to tell me I have thirty seconds to drown only after I've fallen into the river?"

Yan Shuangying glanced down at his watch: "Fifty-two seconds left."

"Then hurry up and run! Are you saving those long legs for putting up Spring Festival couplets?"

Yan Shuangying swept past him.

After taking a few steps, Old Zhou suddenly stopped and turned back to wave at the King of Cards.

"Cousin, wanna come along? We're escaping and carpooling is free, and we can even get an emergency evacuation pass afterwards. If there are three of us, I can apply for a group travel subsidy from my workplace."

The card master stuffed the cards back into his trench coat, and his long stick also retracted and shortened, tucked into his lower back: "No thanks."

"Are you planning to stay here and wait for it to ripen?"

"I have my own path." The King of Cards looked at him and smiled. "Perhaps we'll have a chance to meet again in the future."

"Then remember to live."

"I won't accept my two hundred dollars for cremation, and I'll have to pay off my debts before I can inherit anything. If you make a will in advance, remember to put me ahead of the florist and funeral home in line."

After a moment of silence, the King of Cards regretted saying that there would be another chance to meet in the future.

"Hey? This person who owes money has such a bad temper? No wonder their credit rating is so low!"

Old Zhou turned around and chased after Yan Shuangying. The two figures rushed across the freight yard one after the other.

The King of Cards remained where he was, silently watching them disappear.

A dark shadow rose from his feet and solidified into the outline of a woman, with most of her face hidden behind her hair, only her pale chin showing.

You broke your promise.

The King of Cards offered no explanation.

He owed this woman a debt; he was supposed to take down the intruders for her tonight.

Little did he know that the intruder was Stephen Chow.

This caused the card that the King of Cards threw to go astray, and the long stick also missed its vital point.

They claimed it was to repay a favor, but the performance was less impressive than the extras hired by underground casinos.

"Ha...you think I won't know what you're thinking just because you don't say anything?"

The King of Cards turned his head to stare at her, his eyes glowing red: "I hate it when other people get into my head."

"Don't worry, I'm not interested right now."

The woman raised a hand, and a dark shadow spread upwards along Remy's trouser leg, the chill seeping into his skin through the fabric.

"You still owe me a favor." The shadow swept over his waist. "Next time, I won't give you the chance to choose your opponent."

The King closed his eyes, letting the shadows envelop his entire body.

When the shadows dispersed, only a single playing card remained in mid-air.

The playing card spun and fell into the fire, and just as a charred edge appeared, a loud explosion echoed throughout the shipyard.

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"What exactly did you do underground?"

"We were looking for a lab, but we couldn't get to the bottom floor; we got stopped in the middle."

"I can tell," Old Zhou said, glancing disdainfully at his trench coat.

With half a piece of human tissue hanging from his shoulder and a finger of unknown origin stuck to his back, he was practically a complete human specimen.

"I'm asking why it exploded. Are you going to search the lab by handing out C4 to everyone?"

"There's a cleanup program running underground, and a woman started the countdown."

"Another woman? Lao Wu just found out about a woman who never shows her face, and now someone on your side is remotely demolishing property over the loudspeaker."

"It seems that the remote work system implemented by Yinfeng's management is going well."

"Executives don't have to work in the office, and employees go straight to jail. What an advanced corporate culture!"

Yan Shuangying remained serious: "She knows my code name."

These words made Old Zhou's smile fade slightly. "You met him in person?"

"No, there's a recorder inside the belt; it only recorded the sound."

"How much of the blood on your body is actually your own?"

"I was shot in the shoulder and stabbed twice in the ribs; the rest of the wounds weren't mine."

How many people are underground?

"Ten Agent Zero clones, ten Wolverine clones."

"If twenty people surrounded you, how could you possibly run out from underground?"

"Let me correct that."

Yan Shuangying sprinted ahead, saying, "I surrounded ten Agent Zero clones and ten Wolverine clones."

Stephen Chow opened his mouth, then finally raised his thumb.

"Awesome."

Yan Shuangying glanced back at the thumb and said, "You'll write the report for this operation."

Stephen Chow's thumb slowly retracted.

"Can you take back what you just said?"

"cannot."

"I'm in charge of drawing fire from the front, and you're in charge of clearing the area underground. Why should I write the report?"

"I am a military general."

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From now on, let's change "..." to "...". Six dots are too much trouble.