Godslayer in the Marvel Universe

Chapter 21 A New Day

When talking about Americans, the NBA is easily mentioned.

Most Americans with a small yard have a basketball hoop, and Ang's villa is no exception.

Looking through the floor-to-ceiling window on the second floor, he desperately wanted to rush over and make a layup, but unfortunately, he was powerless to do so.

He was double-teamed with the tightest defense.

What's outrageous is that the opponent ignored the "No-Hand-Check rule" and directly grabbed his waist.

Ang was having a real headache because the other side was being so shameless. After all, it was a private match, the kind without even a referee.

He could only withstand the pressure, holding the ball with both hands, and constantly using the "triple threat" probing step to break through the opponent's tight defense.

I came in! I went out again!

What a skillful side-to-side hopping!

At the same time, he had to use his back-to-the-basket technique, which he had practiced for more than two and a half years, to withstand the harassment from the defender behind him.

After Ang used his masterful probing step for the 999th time, he finally broke through the defender in front of him and then focused all his firepower on the defender behind him.

This match was incredibly intense.

An NBA quarter is 12 minutes long, four quarters in total, plus various substitutions, timeouts, and rest periods, so it easily reaches around 150 minutes. Overtime is 5 minutes per quarter.

This is the most intense exercise.

As a result, Ang couldn't finish off his opponent in regulation time and won in overtime.

……

It was a sunny morning.

Listening to the cheerful chirping of birds outside the window, Sarah opened her hazy eyes, unable to immediately distinguish whether it was a dream or reality.

What came into view was not her old, dilapidated apartment in the slums that consumed 30% of her monthly salary, nor the unpleasant smell of tobacco from next door, nor the usual morning clamor.

Everything was too wonderful for her to believe.

The familiar call pulled Sarah back to reality, and emerging from the white blankets opposite her was none other than her older sister, Dana's, face.

Good morning, Sarah.

Sarah paused for a moment before snapping out of her daze: "Good morning, sis."

"Are you... alright?"

When her sister asked, terrifying memories flooded back, and Sarah remembered everything: the terrifying female zombie who looked exactly like her, Ang's heroic rescue, and...

Sarah took a deep breath and said bravely, "I'm not afraid anymore."

Diana poked her fair arm out from under the covers and intertwined her fingers with her sister's outstretched hand.

The two sisters suddenly felt a sharp pain at the same time, and frowned simultaneously. They looked at each other, feeling a little embarrassed.

Just then, they noticed that the television in the room was still on.

At this moment, the host is broadcasting gossip news:

"Oh—what a pity! This time, the one vying for the position of Tony Stark's most handsome and wealthy friend is the famous female reporter Christine Eva Hart. Unfortunately, she still couldn't escape the fate of being kicked out of Tony's house after the friendly match. And the one who did it was still Miss Potts, the Stark family's housekeeper."

"So who will be the next challenger to Mrs. Stark's position? Let's wait and see. The betting website for whether the next challenger will succeed is XXXX."

Americans will gamble on anything.

How long a particular woman will stay by the side of Playboy Tony is a betting game that New Yorkers are keen to wager on.

For most viewers, this is an essential part of New York's daily entertainment.

When this kind of fun happens to you personally, it's not so good.

The Lance sisters' faces froze for a moment.

They quietly got dressed, tacitly avoiding mentioning that someone had once been a black gold VIP client of all the high-end nightclubs in Gotham City, and walked out of the room hand in hand, a rare occurrence for them.

As soon as they stepped outside, they saw a row of twelve maids waiting at the door, bowing in unison and saying, "Good morning, Miss Lance."

"Good morning," the two replied, slightly stiffly.

鏉ヤ 钖楋纻

finally coming?

Is this a way of kicking people out?

That's true, Ang doesn't owe us sisters anything.

We've settled this matter.

……

The air was unusually quiet, and the two sides remained frozen in this standoff for several seconds before the eldest maid in the squad finally stepped forward: "Miss Sarah Lance, please give your instructions."

"instruct?"

What instructions?

The head maid seemed to notice Sarah's confusion and reminded her, "According to Lord Ang's orders, Miss Sarah Lance, you are now the housekeeper of this mansion, and all of us servants are required to obey your orders."

"Ah!" Sarah, whose brain had gone blank, suddenly remembered that Ang did indeed say that. In her embarrassment, she reacted quickly: "It's nothing, let's do it as usual!"

"Yes, ma'am." The head maid, along with a group of maids who were at least school beauties, curtsied in unison and then filed out.

The second-floor hall, filled with modern-style paintings, was suddenly left with only the Lance sisters.

They looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Sarah, it seems like from now on I'll be your secretary and you'll be your housekeeper."

"Um."

The two sisters were a little dazed, especially Sarah, who took a while to accept her new identity.

Following the maid's directions, the two arrived at the underground training ground. After greeting Louis and several bodyguards, they saw Ang practicing his martial arts with a knife as soon as they entered.

He was so focused that he performed every movement with meticulous care.

Hundreds, thousands of times, and its movements remained perfectly unchanged, as if performed by a robot.

After completing a thousand sword swings, Ang noticed the arrival of the two sisters.

When they faced each other again, both sisters blushed, a rare occurrence.

Sarah could hardly bear to look at Ang's face; strictly speaking, she and Ang had only met for the first time yesterday. Perhaps many American girls are more adventurous, but she and her sister were conservative.

Sarah hesitated for a while before finally managing to ask, "Did you sleep well last night?"

"No. I haven't slept enough." Ang's blunt remark left Sarah speechless.

Before she could reply, An*wenchaogong*ge suddenly flashed a bright and handsome smile: "But for you sisters, I'm willing to sleep less."

The next moment, the two sisters' faces turned as red as steamed shrimp.

Unable to hold back any longer, she ran away as fast as she could, with awkward, crab-like steps.

After finishing his martial arts practice, Ang glanced at the progress bar in the system with satisfaction. After drying himself off, he went to the restaurant and started reading today's Gotham Daily while having breakfast.

After reading the first four versions, Ang couldn't help but wonder, what had he just read?

According to online reports, a mysterious woman dressed as a bat sergeant thwarted a major arms smuggling operation in Falcone last night. The woman, dressed in a strange black and white spider costume, overturned a car carrying dozens of clowns, preventing a major act of destruction.

Another crazy woman dressed as a clown stole an oil tanker truck, crashed it into a train carrying hazardous materials parked next to a chemical plant, and caused an explosion that could be seen from 30 kilometers away.

The mayor, however, said that the citizens of Gotham City need not worry; it is the people of California, who live a carefree and chlorine-free life, who need to worry.

So many big things happened in one night, and what about in the newspapers?

From wondering why Bruce Wayne hasn't been dating lately, to the birth of two baby goats at Gotham Zoo, to the fact that Angle seems to be dating the former lead singer of the Black Mask club.

In any case, the entire newspaper exists solely to present one point of view—nothing major happened yesterday!

That's fucking ironic!

(End of this chapter)